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

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Sheep Less Cold

Sheep attack on these darkened days, once the masters sleep and brains removed

the men they lust, the women bicker and all the children scream and howl.

let moon rise up and tides reveal a phantom phlegm of human past

a knife is drawn and leader’s back is drenched in Ceaser’s blood.

the sanity of the world has failed and brainless zombies take over

Nietzsche’s eyes they roll and squirm as UberMenshce are shot

He cries out proud & rather loud in failed pain, his intellect destroyed

for what use now is mental thought, when sheep are flocked and led.

the human race a failed dream of greed and hate and selfish deeds

i’d rather be in frozen cave than surrounded there in misery.

with whispers lied and bullshit spoke, what chance the few with brains

this tortured life in fields of sheep, where power corrupts unnamed.

i look to you as strange relief, to reveal the truth within

that people lie and kill and cheat, that few deserve to live.

when money and deceit is all that’s left, we start the modern world

my escape to woods is holy news, for lies are killed by nature

and the emptiness of their opinions backed by hope and prayer and gossip.

if god existed rather than a story born, in a cave would he rest and smile

for if he knew the bullshit of the pain, this human race he’d cull!

now pander to the lame and free! reduce the grips of law!

speak of weather being ‘less cold’ he says or or of illusions of geometry,

science forms a basic rock but the sheep in groups disdain

and force the bright to begrudge defeat through numbers of lies not thought.

~ On the inequalities & stupidity & ignorance of society

(c) Ed Simkins