All Because I loved You

Have you heard I’m famous here for murdering a child and selling her for cash?

Have you heard the lies, or seen the house in which I burned and flickered in the night?

Did she tell you the truth to which she kept? The fallacy of her every word?

Her hand in mine was a gentle gift, one which the Lord did give to me.

Her pretty name was ‘Natasha’ but I shan’t tell you much more. Her story revels in words sold you see.

But we were in love you see. Til the day she was five when she stole the last of my hidden gems.

We used to play in the tree houses beyond and swim in the cool spring rivers downstate.

But tonight my house burns. Gentle flickers illuminate the haunted spray of stars

& the women outside pitch my walls in vile contempt – though they see no truth in love or vice.

I hold your tender picture as the flames lap spiritually around. As they spit and call my name.

My age is six, but they made me lie, & now they force me to sit and cry.

Mom and dad are far away & left to save their name.

So here I am alone again, thinking of the girl I love.

Burning.

Burning.

(c) Ed Simkins

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To laugh or to Smile

To laugh or to smile? – I’m undecided!

You see…

Be it the gun in your hand or the look on your face, I love how you stalk me from my work to my place,

& you’re a funny girl just like cute Taylor Swift; a rebellious lover & a beautiful gift

You know how to fight, you know how to play. You know how to deliver a spiritual bouquet!

So why point that thing straight up at me, when you know that i’ll kiss you without a need for a plea?

You know that I’ll bow & I’ll hug and I’ll chase, You know you’re my girl, my own mental case.

& You’re lipstick is perfect, my favourite delight. I breathe you in and my god, I’m Buddha tonight!

I am laughing my girl, & it’s true that I am! You’re a princess you see, just look at this man!

But seriously Delia, you gotta put down that gun. That pistol with vengeance is teasing no-one!

Sigh – for you hold me, your nails entwine, & your hair is approaching & your senses are mine.

Will you kiss me again with that look on your face? Or you likely to shoot me, paint hate on my face?

But now that you’re grinning, I’m feeling alive & wondering my love if you’ll keep me alive!

You’re playful & teasing & naughty my rogue, & your cute little mannerisms, completely in vogue

With you I’m in love though you still hold that gun, & you wont give it back til you’ve milked it just some!

So an impasse it seems between true love & hate, & I wonder Dear Reader, what you’d write down as fate?

For us to be one and a happy dream in your mind, or just a fucked up mess, another fantasy resigned.

–  I wonder.

(c) Ed Simkins