Sleep Request

blankets of illusion climb upon my face
I’m lost to the destiny of today.
Dreams percolate thoughts of fatigue
If I could escape I’d try.

Soft hand request
A distant want through pain.
I’m ill & sick & the walkers pass
Hurling obscenities on the streets below.

A simple note I leave upon my door
‘find me – but only if you wish to witness death’
& I writhe below the terror of my escapade.
Sleep is a closing friend.

Searing levels of frustration & nightmarish angst cross my brow.
I care little now for your response or avid need.
Stumble up the stairs well known
& drift through books of the fallen dead.

Eyes burning, yearning, tears fill these poisoned voids.
I look no more in your direction nor call.
Flowers pray in coloured smiles
Forest angel claims no more.

Girl stands upon my feet & stares,
Asks my name in perfect solitude, no voice.
I kiss her sweetly, caress her cheek
& vomit forth the deed of sleep.

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Retreat

Time
Eroding life
With pulsing beats of death.
Brain rotting
Failing
Dying.

A whole day of wonder
Distinguished by emptiness.
& I sleep by the graves alone.

Tonight will be painful.
I must gallop to the junction of the past & my dreams.
& I know I will I fail
I’m struggling now.

Hero of want
With the darkest of minds.
A mind which sinks from a single sharp thought.
A balloon deflated, pricked by reality.

A man who has everything
Gathers & sits.
Worn out by thinking.
Drugged by illusion.
Bled dry by fate.

But soon I will venture
For another mad escape.
I will run to the shops & buy thoughts for the dead.
Fool by a grave stone
Honestly tortured
Feeling sick with the worry
That one day I’ll wake up
& notice life passed.

Herein an example;
A day of no purpose
Lost deep within here
Mind stuck, no solution.
Mid afternoon & time to relapse
Bed calling for sorrow, a book & collapse.

Escape from the pain
The anger, frustration.
In bed I will dream
A hero untamed.
But there I am conquered
Withdrawn from the light.
& shallow thoughts burden.
I’m tired of the fight.

~ a single moment & the lights are switched off inside & the eagerness is gone.
© ed simkins

Mind of many colours.

Phallic open handed gestures of tame white thoughts
Dreams which bubble from broken mirrors
“cry for freedom!” the young child screams
But her father shocks the neighbours in lauded nights.

See the mice play in terrored homes
Where will the cats play if not outdoors?
“Alcohol, alcohol! Blame it on the alcohol!”
But here I am stained in tea drunk whispers.

See the splashing collapse at the end of sex
Beds of fire bring in youth
Ecstatic expressions line the wall
As she, the daughter of death, perpetuates the lie

& If I could hold on to the golden jewels
Then I would be a rich king too.
Leaks in the fabric of space surround
while the army of lovers jump through cartwheels to draw their friends.

Now illuminated pictures of photo frames
Talk amongst the monks at night or play
& Priests & film noir actresses converge in June
To each now attend a foreign room of sin

My easing time produces mixed up fears
Tor these are the days when drugs are smoked
Do you remember just before the race
When time & kissing were friends engaged?

So leave me now, in days of gore
The blood of virgin skin has broken through her veins
The sheep will mock this tale of love
Though I bow down to kiss her bum.

A night upends & crashes the wall of sleep
Exploding man has settled down, benign
His rein of insidious thoughts & rhyme
Brings forth post moronic lust & sleep.

~ a story of how to crash & burn at 3am
© ed simkins

Sleep Begins.

Eyes burn softly in the midnight hour. Dry stillness consumes. Sleep awaiting, Beckoning. Create your own world. Silent thoughts. I pause. Slow breath. Passion. Take time to rest. Alight the flames of wonder and cry no more. Excessive errors fade. Calming arms of bed. Slumber. Blissful peace. Dereliction of the attitude to fight begins. A tide of warmth from toe to head. Slunken muscles ignore the world. Chest rises. Chest falls. Eyes close. The light flickers & dims. No cares, no more. No rules, no deeds. Slipping under. A gradual weight lies down. A final breath. & the now is lost. Self unchained. Slowly, freedom soars. & Sleep ~ a simple time when Peace exists.

© ed simkins
begins.

Soothed Escape

recline.

rest.

pull the warm blanket round.

she kisses you.

music intoxicating, a fine dream wine.

i smile.

but wearied eyes.

i close and pray and slowly inhale.

sanity prevails. returns.

i feel the world release. & smile.

comfort sings with soft caress.

a silent kiss.

& many huggs.

holding.

i can feel my heart.

my mind’s alive and grateful.

no need for drugs. no need for sex. no need for wands of dour hidden magic.

i hold her close. i see her smile. she kisses me.

all that dreams exist. a winding road to bliss.

i start again.

& breathe. a gentle thought.

i stroke her hair & she purrs for me.

a pretty child. a woman’s look.

lolita in blanket dreams who smiles and sleeps.

i rest my head.

i have escaped & here i am.

at peace.

soothed by her flow.

& smiling.

contented.

~ a hard day fought, a tired mind & a whole lot of love.

(c) Ed Simkins