A Touch

Gem played and teased and danced and laughed
& all the while the room grew darker with dreams of want
Blame the man who wanted her?
Or feel the love he holds for her?

She turns and dresses flow across the knees of desire
A soft fragrance from her braided hair.
Twenty seven and seventeen
Hunger ate at the man who wanted more.

Hands, soft in poise and urgent alarm, held back
But tortured mind broke the bonds of lust and lured in,
Skin,
Skin,
Skin of love!

She laughed surprised as flesh touched flesh
A gliding hand
A welcomed, unknown strangers hand
Curious, pleased, enticed.

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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

Front-Page News

time it moves when music blares and hides the hate of burning cages

girl in red, speeds through her life and murmurs names in stages.

man on fire from horrid fate in planes his terrors waning

millionaires in broken dreams without the truth it’s naming.

i take a look at falling books and hide my soul in tables

earthquakes shiver and tortures minds whilst depression leaves you stable.

men are paid in falsehood lies and riches given to dying

while parents three are now allowed to just give up on trying.

girls in shoes & kissing laughter, smiling with desire

i’d fuck her brains out with ponytail if assured of no damnation fire.

for i would hate to die this day without a kiss of pleasure

or find from angels of the past a box of golden treasure.

you make me laugh with your lying charms and sensual dancing hips

your sexual nose and blinkered eyes and sweet moist burning lips.

but in the world that lies and hates and torments us all the same

i would be the king of war that battles hard in tortured pain

i’d kill these monsters, purify my land, kiss each pretty girl in turn

to save their sensual little thighs, such is my concern.

i’d smile and laugh and bite back horror to end this barren night

with hard fought wins and bloody freedom just for her naked sight.

~  a mix of thoughts on the BBC News & of my dreams today

(c) Ed Simkins

Escape From Understandable Stupidity

i lie.

i cheat.

i hate. & i kill.

but these things that i do, are but dreams in my head.

it’s a simple device.

i speak my mind. but often i sit here, cross-legged in my cave.

& i’m jealous & i loathe, i despise & i fear.

these things i now share with you.

& i dream of death & i love to hate. I bitch & i whinge and i spread no joy.

but these things are kept within a splendid realm. a frenzied sense of sensibility.

& then i look down.

& i see the flowers on my floor. pictures of beautiful girls who smile. bodies that lust & ideals that i trust.

& i’d love to share a smile!

i worship no god, my taxes are paid & my days are filled with children and chaos.

i seek to engage. i seek to create. i seek a new wife. i seek my own god. i seek & i learn.

my mistakes are my own. my hate is my own.

but all these things balance. the hate. the love.

& i have yet to kill.

i hate stupid ideas. i hate bureaucracy. i hate people in power who limit my life.

& so with a daily smile i complain. i complain to you. & i would kiss you. i might hate you!

but i have yet to kill.

i live within my cave.  i live within my means. i am my own god & i am my own mistakes.

but i do not kill.

the world is full of the likes of me; simple, innocent fools. people who dream.

& we do not kill.

we share our hate & argue our points. we spit our venom and sulk in papers.

but we let each other grow old.

so let me throw these petals of beauty at you & tell you that i want change. that i trust no-one with power. no man of guns, no man of money, no man of support.

let me throw my words at you & see how you cope!

resist me with intellect & respect I will give. love i will grow. & with slow frustrated acceptance will i begrudgingly grant the terms that you seek.

but i will not kill.

is this a message you could understand?

(c) Ed Simkins