The Return

A greeting to the ghosts and the dreams of my youth!
A returning brave hero now circles his walls.
Dreams are engaged and the photo’s they talk
Of brilliance in day’s & nights in the wood.

Germania she took me and only just left
She slept on my pillow and spoke in my dreams.
Of Laughter and danger, and distance which sped,
Through fields & of worship & heavens which sung.

I come back to you, in the moments that I pause
Drifting through the senses evoked by the thought.
Kisses & smiles & bodies in heat
Nature in blossom, & rivers which seek.

By my side the sweet girl, holding out hand
& Her maps which they roam and flutter unplanned.
Destinations lapped and lost on the road
Sights & equations, secrets untold

Then the times of his trouble, when he fell off his bike
& the blood it ran quickly, congealed & it glowed.
Kissing the floor of the forest so sacred
Naked like a Roman, engaged with relief.

But he’s back now, she’s gone, the fine lady with face
Who’s taking her time to stand at my door.
Invited and undressed she stands youthful, refreshed
Moving me on, this girl I love best.

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Giving Up.

She walked around naked today, but I didn’t care.
I was wrapped up in the deficiencies of my mind.
Her false glasses and beautiful blonde hair aroused an ego far from truth
but the telephone call lied to me, I dropped her hat & smiled & walked away.
I’ve gone past caring for the considerations of others. They don’t exist!

Girl with wet hair stood & smiled. A shower room full of fantasies & wet thoughts.
But I just threw her a towel around you see. My mind is now divided by bitter recriminations!
The fallacy of the female form. A perfect dream. A dangerous liaison.
Her perfect face reminded me off a Bavarian hegemony
With her white little collar & her soft faded freckles.
I kissed her once & made her bleed, but lies were told & her manners jaded
I knew it was time to walk away. Seems all dreams break in crystal shreds.

& two girls loved, made out on a soft oval bed, sighs were passioned & the action was hot
But the night was too long & the practice bored, who was it really that imagined it all?
No-one kissed & all was fake, a woman’s heart is stone for lies.
Escape to gardens bright in flowered flesh.

I found myself in a bright sun lit, trying hard to cleanse my soul
Screams from across the world & painful sin, made life hard to live at all
But the sun warms hope in a battered man, always wanting, bleeding dry
I sit by river, lake or silent sea, a tranquil seat of clouds & dreams
The past is dead, though the stone will stay, no present seen & future gone
Here the distance merges fate with time & me, In point I stop the bloody fight,
I cease the pain, I aim to sit, here in perpetual, momentary, empty bliss.

~too much time in life spent in fight. Tonight I surrender. Or escape.
© ed simkins

Unfocused Satisfaction

Cello plays. Soft thoughts mount. Confetti falls. An empty dream.
I pause for breath.
Skip to the end. Let’s play tonight. Let’s drink some food. Let’s play for stakes.
Or fail & cry & laugh some more.
Entry point. A scarlet girl. Her lipstick collar. I don’t care what you say.
I’m a spider. A word leak. A fountain of truth.
She calls. I hate her voice. The TV’s on, but I can not watch.
I turn to you & watch you fly. You’re drugged. The sky’s so dark.
My light illuminates the earth. The moon will disappear.
My fingers fly. I talk a million different shades of wrong. No need to fuck. Girl is naked.
A clothed horse goddess of a drunken industry. Whore? Or heaven sent?
I pause. Breath satisfies.
Call for more wine & spill my disease.
She smiles & I strip. She steals my clothes. She runs away & the music grows.
I slip – repeat.
A final draft. A hidden couch. The girl in white satisfies my hunger by blowing me.
A filthy thought. A nasty end. A pleasant crisp. Smoke. Lights dazzle.
Slow, slow, slowing down. White wine & collarbone.
Kisses of a hot head. A desire. No bed needed when the lakes are full of soft flesh & dreams.
White water rapids. Illegal pleasures. Eyes steam as I fulfil my needs.
Red lights, bright lights, walking away. Tiredness slumbers. The girl is gone.
The party’s over. Goodnight to the life. Car speeds.
The music electric, eclectic, darkening screams.
The people are younger. The distance approaching.
The edge takes over.
I fall.
The end.

~ Listening to The Verve, my head began to spin.

© Ed Simkins

Dreams Upon A Wall

would you say yes if love smiled wide? if it approached your door and knocked?

would you give it all the time of day? or politely turn it far away?

would you?

for on a wet wall outside your house, i sit and ponder. a dream fulfills my mind but flutters scared.

i recall the days, the girls, the doors which closed. i know my fate before the deed is called.

i see you walking through your warm rooms at night. i see you think and act and dream alone.

do you know i exist? do you care that i seek? that a human kind exists for you?

But a dark shadow freezes here. filled with fear, his nerves a mess.

i seek you temptress. but how, how i’m scared!

that passion sought is not the paine, but humiliation is, defeat.  the dreaded answer no.

a stupid boy.

one that’s stuck to distant wall.

i watch you dream & whispers call. repeat.

a cup of tea, a simple chat. a laugh and knowing smile.

a pleasant thought, a happy silence, the space between where no paine grows.

we’d talk and look, our eyes would flirt, and bitten lips would tease & lead.

our happy hearts would bounce and dance with loving joy that friendship brings.

& how we’d sing in silly games that children play in youthful times.

& roses wait upon your door.

for i’m scared to say, to let you know. so i walk off home & mix my tears with the pouring rain.

leave you there, through watered wooden window frames, & let you watch a wall where stranger sat.

as dark clouds journey through their twilight path, & bid farewell to dreams undone,

& slowly kiss with slight rejection, the man of truth upon your wall.

~ dreams are the things I have inside. reality i know, is unfathomable, without control.

(c) Ed Simkins

Travel Fights The Burning Heart

If love were real then dreams would flow,
And silent tears alone would know,
That smoke & hate are haggard’s thoughts,
From rounded women that money bought.
I’d turn to see my golden child,
My pretty girl with pretty smile.
Imagination keeps her there,
In pleasant place where all men stare.
Adventure calls to far off lands,
With dainty girls & youthful hands,
Orange sun & crazy laughs,
Midnight feasts & camping drafts,
I’ll freeze to death in roadside grass,
Unknown to secret lovers past.
I dream of one who love admires,
The girl who lights my yearning fire,
& there she is; naked, toned,
Fantasies, orgasmic moans,
Whose playful whim, which sparkles so,
& teasing actions that makes things grow.
But plane arrives in Amsterdam,
This girl I leave, her biggest fan,
For if I believed in marriage told,
I’d live with her til I was old,
We’d travel much & love much more,
We’d see the Alps & Pacific shore,
Each bridge we’d cross, I’d stop her still,
& kiss her lips & smile in thrill.
Travel becomes a girl so young,
Like music set to sensual song,
We’d sway in June & sleep in May,
Caress her body each gentle day,
Her warmth in soul it radiates,
& fills my heart with love that aches.
& as I plan & flight will take,
Alone I leave, though not forsake,
That precious dream who resides in me,
How I’d travel with her if love could be.
For call me mad, or call me fool,
God lets me dream, though he is cruel,
I wish to love that naked spark,
& leave this love within her heart.
So let me settle with maiden dear,
& I‘d travel not with distant fear.

~ Happy Travel coming, but I dream so much of HER.
© Ed Simkins

Perfection In White

Kissing the moon and watching her friends,

i smile and release this human pain.

i love this girl. i love her much.

her sweet innocence and perfect charms.

she stands above my forgotten doorstep and gazes down,

wonders at the world.

her friends are sweet but distant dreams. folk i like but never meet.

it’s her that rules & guides my world.

her pale face, so brilliant in its sternness,

but i can see the glint! i can see her cheekiness!

& Her modesty is mine & boy, tonight i am a God!

she talks to me you know; in whispers and secret riddles. she questions me!

she has seen my tears and seen my dreams, she has welcomed lovers & waved goodbye.

she has watched me skip across the night slain garden,

and laughed at my daftness and lost walks beyond.

& when i lie in some distant field, alone and silently philosophical,

she holds my hand & smiles for me.

i love her like my first born breath. for she is part of me. or i of her.

so much has she seen and so much to come.

she reminds me of my insignificance as she stands out there in utter perfection.

& she reminds of the truth. & of a beauty born; of life.

she is ever there. & she amazes me!

I look on her tonight and my breath escapes. Only an angel’s love can compare.

So i stand before her humble, & with a heart full of gratitude

& like a lover in the dark, with his girl encased in arms,

i smile & i worship her,

& i pray for yet another night.

~ Seeing the moon in all its glory above my garden as I return home

(c) Ed Simkins

Meeting Someone New

Volcanic smiles erupt on face,
A simple child with gorgeous toy,
A balloon it rises, or perhaps my heart?
A foolish man in brand new joy.
But though I know the rules and fate,
In simple ways I love to play!
For what else to do for wise old owl,
But dream from high and watch her past.
So he smiles in delight as the doors bring forth,
And out she pours, the fine young miss.
Her gratitude so fresh, the dream begins,
Upon the stairs a simple chat.
A mistake or two but roles are played;
He the knight who holds the sword
& she the lady, a maiden in white.
Together they escape and in the lot,
The carriage waits and words exchanged.
He smiles so bright, outshines the light,
Of stars, the moon and sleeping frogs,
Though none were kissed, he cannot care,
For drugs are took when damsel laughs.
And giggles play on wearied ears,
Each step they took he made his mark
And laughter flowed on crimson lips.
& then in ecstasy at pleasant dreams,
He walked away and told the world of such delight!
Her naked body, so fine and young,
So toned and fresh, electric views and solid mind.
Her dark alluring pony tail,
Her pretty face with eyes that stole,
My heart and all my mind that swooned,
And hence I grinned from earth to moon,
Her name not known, but lesson learnt,
A sweet delicious memory earned!

~ The perks of Yoga!

(c) Ed Simkins

To rest with you.

Dear ……, i sit,

In God’s all seeing chair.

With memories & nightmares,

I dream of you.

.x.

As Music soothes. Or music claims.

Darkness descends and my loyal friends, the waves of time, wash over me.

I rest. Head hurts.

Thoughts fight and lose & in my mind, I talk to you.

.x.

I long to place my weary head.

Lay down on thee, an unknown lap, an untouched bride.

To feel your hand, caress my face.

Your tender touch, my soothing star.

.x.

I wish to love. I wish to be.

I am tired once more. Oh to sleep with thee.

.x.

Body still, your eyes I see.

We lie in bed or grass beneath.

No need to kiss for love can travel.

A gentle rose, your happy face.

.x.

With you I fall & my mind drifts under,

Secure in the knowledge of your calming presence.

A warm blanket so soft, you throw around us.

& you wrap your tender youthful arms, & happiness ensues.

.x.

If you were here then the world I’d conquer

And each night, like now, I’d return to see

Angelic contours and shapes so pure

Your face entrances. I want you near.

.x.

I close my eyes & your face I see.

Your pretty form in poetry,

I’d hold you close & love you whole,

If only you were close to me.

.x.

~ Written because I feel sick & my head hurts. I close my eyes and picture the prettiest girl I know. & I dream of her. I wish I could hold her. & see her smile.

© Ed Simkins



Fantasy For Trade

An Angel sits; a golden girl,
Now released by man of war.
A token shirt, of white and flesh,
A virgin body to which I press,
A tongue, a kiss, a stolen thought,
& with my fingers, lesson’s taught.
Undress so slow & tease my loins,
Five hundred pounds in hard earned coins.
A damsel young, with fresh skinned hips,
Her sensual body & scarlet lips.
She leads me on by sitting there,
Her face so young, her eyes don’t care.
In many ways I take her soul,
This sweet girl maiden, taken whole.
She bites her lips, her gums they bleed,
Her young sweet body, filled with seed.
She scars my skin with nails and blood,
Her tears and sweat; erotic flood.
She grinds and screams, her moans excite,
Erotic dance in red flamed light.
Her skirt is bathed in human waste,
Whilst mouth suggests my body’s taste.
I hold her close and stroke her hair,
Across her back, to delicious lair.
She smiles and sighs and her body’s wrapped,
In lustful arms, though now I’m sapped.
Candles burn and sleep consumes,
Man and girl in stolen room.
We lie there now, and love it burns,
Her childish body for money earned.

~ No reason for this; just inspired by TS singing White Blank Page!

(c) Ed Simkins

The three daughters of God

Number one was the girl in the pink bikini. a delicious little swimmer in her first flush of love.

she smiled and cried as i kissed her lips. i couldn’t help but hold her down.

she teased me with her wriggling hair. wet & long & her legs so slim.

the thinnest bands of marshmallow pink. a tiny ribbon that fluttered by her side.

& her eyes and smiles – such sweet perfection! she swam to me and her arms flowed round.

such were nimble dreams and sweet innocence.

Number two was god; she knew my name. i kissed her skin and i wished she knew how much i loved her.

she told me of her news & my tears fell. she’s leaving soon for my fate is ill.

her tender breasts and perfect hair, her painted feet and ad hoc nails; she makes me laugh.

she turns me over and breaks my heart. a rolling mess of desire. i long for her.

i wish to taste a strong embrace, i’d keep her happy if she only knew.

but lines are drawn and the words are wrong. one minute i’m king, the next i’m not.

& Number 3 is the girl who killed. the girl who fled. the one who banished life and slit her wrists.

whether the darkness takes over, i cannot tell, but the car is packed and these streets may pass.

i will stand at her door and worship god. the way he hates, the way he tears this man apart.

i will kiss her as she sleeps, as i always do. & wish that she were mine this night.

such are the dreams i hold on this Valentines day.

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~ the three most important girls in my life

(c) Ed Simkins