I cry for Earth.

That god hates the world is true.
No man nor power would suffer this world for fate
No jest exists in mythical beasts of sky
Or heavens sold for departed faith.

I call, like Nietzsche, to rid the world
Of angry, joyless human beings
I’d bin such men well in discarded rubbish brought
& bid all of life farewell, unkind.

The flowers & the plants are friends today,
The only scrape of purpose left in life
Save the planet they say & think
Of peace brought at our human cost.

A world of beauty, true & clean
The honest play in sacrificial game
Where power takes its central role
& no sacred lies are told to hide its crown

The weak are dead & flowers grow
Numbers of the sane in check & then
Survival kept by those deserved
& beauty seen by god’s true crowd.

But a frightful race which mocks, destroys & kills;
A hideous bunch of selfish voices
Ego’s spilt on prisoned floors
& all for the murder of precious dreams

So who is god that partakes, allows
A creature known as sick or base
Allows the wonder of the world to die in pain
As the foul stench pervades, expands.

I miss my earth
I miss the times spent in beauty known
Imprisoned now within the terror of a sick social fate
Where no-one cares & no-one knows.

I wish that beauty had conquered all.

~ nature versus the race of man.
© ed simkins

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DIATRIBE TO DEMOCRACY

i’m screaming and I’m angry & I got rage in my eyes
& I’m fed up with bullshit & their fucked up lies
They tell me to vote, yeah they tell me to cast
They tell me to ignore their mistakes in the past
“Yeah, come on vote, c’mon, give it a try!
Then see if I care cause I just waved you goodbye
Or was that a finger I flipped as I opened the door
& took back this country like money & a whore
I’m screwing you up and there’s nothing you can do
Oh what’s that saddo, you’re going to complain to who?
Well, big deal you idiot, I’m in power don’t you see
& Like all politicians, I lie intentionally!”
& with that in he entered the door of number ten
Not caring with his riches if he saw me again.
Cause he’s smug in his world & he’s now got control
& he knows that we’re fucked, he don’t care for our soul
The system is fixed and they don’t care about that
The bankers, the illegals, the laywers, all twats
But scary in their power and their safe with their king
Sneering at the honest, hard working weaklings
& look at the ratings, look how it’s screwed
What chance did we have when you see how it’s viewed?
The Scottish minority who outnumber the rest
& the fed up true English, who the rest like to jest
& even in England, where the red came so close
The patriots stood up, but died with a dose
Of lies & deception, where the system cares not
For the numbers who scream & give a fucking jot
No need for heroes, intellects or brains
Let the stupid give out handouts to the mentally insane
Just let us suffer, its not like we care
We’re just fucking idiots, no you don’t need to share
So, here take my hard earnings, yeah give them away
Rip me off & fuck me, give to the weak who know how to play
give me nothing in return, I DO mean literally
cause I do ‘love’ the system & the rich men who hate me
but here in my cave, my hole in the ground
here I surrender to the stupid who have found
A way of holding me down, cause I’m no freeman you see
I’m just chained in my country, a slave of ‘democracy.’

~ 2015 – & democracy is alive & well. BULLSHIT. BULL-FUCKING-SHIT.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/election/2015/results

Confusion Illusion

Encamped within the blankets of the midnight sun

I am lost, & scared; confused indeed.

I know little of truth, if truth exists

I speak & the stories I tell are false

Love or hate, desire or power, I cannot ascertain their strength nor value & virtue, legality or even sense?

I speak my mind; delusions play.

A fatal flaw, a door, an entrance to another world I seek.

I stare at life & conquer fear & a lie

I tell you things, I draw these things,

But the fear of the heart persists

& I question you.

Bewitched by lust, controlled by want

My mind facilitates the loan of thought

A fabric made of fables known to women of a certain age

& all who lie

– The human race

Mindless, naked bodies in feminine & incredible disguise, I seek your bliss!

& riches made in notes which burn.

My wallet holds secrets bound

Credit cards unused & lewd ownership of cars.

& the biggest lie?

That I exist

& in this told I find myself chained & fixed & worse controlled

By banks & dreams & Hollywood,

Of governments & gestures shook.

Nor Friends & family I say exist

& sex or intellect, none do persist

& so I dream of sleep & waste my time

& watch the sun arise, as tomorrow flies.

A sad reprise but wonder works.

I ask you – how much freedom do we have?

~ The power of the unknown scares the hell of me.

© ed Simkins

Peace abroad?

So another night.
The western front is quiet once more.
Barbed wire hangs low and mournful.
Forlorn sight in morning call.
The soldiers gone,
The screams are still.
There’s no-one here to shoot or die.
Red flowers stand
Above these parapet walls
Watching green fields retake the battered world.
Within their roots the warriors lay
Entombed in mud and stories told.
Who now calls them fools who fought?
Escaping death and monstrous guns
They ran and laughed and talked no more
Echoes of the land ships passed
Climbing high and lurching low
Fire storm in black and white.
How many tears fell when homes were told that none survived?
& what was won?
& who had lost?
The destruction of the world we knew.
But new time comes and fields are farms
The birds in trees, the rain it falls
No more mustard, missiles gone.
At least in distances told by news.
Look abroad and see the flames
Of modern lies and hated wars.
Man kills man and all because
His leaders say it’s them or him
We learn from nothing and nothing new
Forced to repeat the evil sin
That father gives to sons a-born
That killing stops the next forced war.

~ no idea. I just sat down & this came out. Maybe yoga releases more than body stress!   Maybe i stare into my garden too much!

© Ed Simkins

Waitress with a smile

Excited smiles react from the face that broke into a thousand dreams!
How dare she smile when I caught her eye!
How dare she break the solemn look she wore that night!
But how, how magnificent that she did!
Her perfect – & I mean perfect bottom provoked such raucous response
That normal men could not concentrate on food nor friends!
For roaming back and forth & more
Her perfect wiggle and slender, tender, dreaming legs
Rocked my superficial world and broke me so!
How could a gent not look or glance and watch transformed!
Those tight, tight, tight blue jeans!
Those heels that stabbed through each heart beat!
So instead upon her face I look.
Amazed at such a sturdy face, her anger and her focus true.
But then, & oh my friends, must I tell without a lie of beauty told,
Her focus dropped, her image torn, a thousand rainbows escape in joy;
Her smile!
Her smile!
& yes I know I am but king of man’s superficiality!
This that knows no bounds, but how I enjoy! How I enjoy!
The varied dreams that god inspires;
A girlish waterfall of hair, a ponytail that speaks of youth,
A slender waist and lush white skin,
I dreamt and dreamt and dreamt some more
As imagination undressed her there and then!
In one direction the perfect bum,
The other a hidden face of truth.
& so I smile & then my friends, I smile some more & more & more!
For nothing inspires or simply excites so much
As the superficial beauty of a woman’s touch!
My heart is weak & my loins agree,
& I love Athena – my ecstacy!

~ The story of a straight faced girl, who finally broke her innocent face with a delicate smile

© Ed Simkins