Pissed Off At Bullshit.

See me standing, see me smile
& know that underneath, I fume all the while
For barraged by lies, struck down by the bull
I wish for the evil an intelligence cull!

I would remove all these idiots who control with their lies
I would happily eradicate them & wave them goodbye
I would line them all up and one after other
Remove my twisted fellow, my so called human brother

For he stands there and degrades the intelligence I now have
With his condescending ridicule & his monstrous false laugh
He pats on my shoulders and says ‘Dear Boy’
& he treats me superficially, he thinks I’m some toy

He tells me to think, to agree with his words
But I see through his pretence & I know he’s absurd
I spit & I bleed with frustration & such hate
That my venom can’t reach him & I’ve left it too late

So yeah sure I say, make up you’re rules
Treat me to such idiocy and mockery by fools
Tell me I’m wrong & tell me I’m dim
Because the morality I have hasn’t let me yet ‘win’

But when you’re outnumbered by idiots and the dumb
What chance do you have of breaking such sum
That the evil and weak, that the fuckwits and sheep
Will always out power the thoughts that I keep

For you see I’m bound by the law & I’m forced not to shout
‘How dare you stand up & let the truth out?
How dare you complain and put out the facts
That all of our bullshit is just an attack?

For No-one will listen to your un-PC ways
Where truth and justice are an old-fashioned craze
Anything you say will lead you to die
& anything you know will be tainted with lies

Let us twist statistics and paint you with hate
Vilify your lifestyle with a sad end as fate
A minority we are but we’ve taken control
& you better know ‘brother’ we’re after you soul.

So give us your money, give us respect
Give us more of everything you haven’t given yet
For you’re finished, you’re pathetic, embarrassed and dying
Your history has changed, & it’s your God who’s crying.

~ injustice and bullshit really piss me off. Who are these idiots who are so ‘special’? I hate them!
(c) ed simkins

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A day in the heat.

The battle with the ignorant continues
The will of the masses takes over.
Tired of excuses, I hide from the streets
Streets full of sheep, bleating & crying.

Walls being shot at,
Traffic full of nutters
Places full of fear
& trees full of lies.

Holding my head,
I hide in my darkness
Wishing for break through
Screaming frustration.

& distance grows greater
When the angels fly south
& the planes which they pilot
Take leave; turn cloudless.

The heat of the day
Intolerable & nervous
A beauty in trousers
Her hair it was falling.

& from god comes intelligence
So few that believe
Whinging & moaning
& changing the rules.

& the anger of the whores
Who takes time to prostrate
Asking for money
Which the government stakes.

The wondrous & the charming,
The sweet & the clean
All are my dreams
As I type this machine.

The young they die soon
& these angels seem fake
I close in my curtains
& worship the break.

~ my day in hell.
© ed simkins

The Jump

Night departs, there’s no time to cry,
Cuz I’m dreaming of the things I’ve done gone by,
I’ve called your name, & I’ve asked you out,
There’s no god here girl to make me doubt,
I’ll play the song, I’ll play it loud,
I’ll turn to my window and sing it proud.
People walk by & each look up,
Taking their money I’ll turn and cough.
Standing on the edge, it’s a dream of mine,
Wondering can I fly, I’ll count the time,
Tick tock, tick tock, the beat & pain, the beat & pain,
So out he jumps and he flies on through,
Clouds, the rain, through the sky he flew.
Now no-one stares cause no-one dares,
This man a child who does not care.

He stretches out & he takes his chance,
& crashes through the rainbows as the droplets dance
God he smiles & god he laughs,
For now there’s a man who aint so daft,
His brain is good, his loins are strong,
His heart is beating, ‘future’s long.
No misgivings, or losing sin,
This guy who’s flying, his solo win,
He rocks the world in silent ways,
& kills those haters in gloried days.
This man who flies, this man who soars,
He screams alive in perfect noise,
He breathes such freedom, with eyes of fire,
The beauty of God is his to inspire,
Dreams and nature, the golden two,
Are swords of war he brings to you

A man of steal, a man of love,
The man who jumped now soars above,
With a code of honour, he wears his heart,
He loves her beauty, he stands apart,
He’s above destruction and he sets his way,
For greater Intelligence has won today.
So watch this space & see him sign,
Enjoy the delight in ev-er-y line
& bow down please to God’s new friend,
For in vic-tor-y I now depend.

~ Victory is sweet.

© 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