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Januarie 2014

Rise up

Rise up to meet the new dawn, children
the age of truth is here
it is not written in books, but within

Rise up and be new my lovelies
stand as one to be
filled with vision and anew
let the blinded see

the Earth calls, hear Her voice
in the seed and rain and trees
let the air be filled with glory
the echoes of Blessed Bes

let the cauldron stir, sisters
and call Her by Her names
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate
Demeter, Kali, Inanna

If life is a stream
let the waters flow
let it fill your being
with the love of our Queen

If troubles burn your heart, my dears
invoke Her name and let Her light
drive away all fears

Rise up to meet the Queen, children
She with many names
and let our hearts burn as one
in the heat of Her sacred Flames

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Hail to the Queen

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Being really yourself

Being you is really being yourself, to be one with the you that you are… no-one can change you, if you really love who you are, be who you are. Why hide. I am a heathen that practice shamanism and refuse to hide who I am. There is nothing wrong with my belief-system… It makes me someone that love and respect all cultures and someone that believes we are all connected all of us. From a kangaroo in Australia to a tattoo artist in L.A. to a drunk beggar in Cape Town to a insignificant little amoeba somewhere. We are unique.

I am also an otherkin, having an affinity with wolves. I embrace my wolf soul. Embrace who you are. You are beautiful, for being you.

Shadow Blessings

The Annunaki and the 12th Planet

Please Note:
This article was written by Haunted Salem and used with her permission. I wish to than her for her willingness to share her wisdom with us. This is the first in a series of articles I am posting on my blog to educated people of things that are different to the things they are used to. Things that I have read about. Some will be written by me, others will be used with permission of the original authors… well enough of my babbling. I present to you, Haunted Salem’s:

The Annunaki and the 12th Planet

Continue reading “The Annunaki and the 12th Planet”

rou offer

laat ons kruise word in rou en traan
ingekap in die seer bas van ‘n boom
net onthou-maar-vergete simbole
iemand is weer dood gery
ta-ra-ra boem verby

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Geneem die dag toe ons my ma finaal gegroet het (c) 2014 allen simpson
Geneem die dag toe ons my ma finaal gegroet het
(c) 2014 allen simpson

sacrilege

Disasters, tsunamis ravaged the land
hundreds dead some buried in water and sand
the earth filled with blood where innocence and corruption died
yet there are monsters with no respect

they post on facebook that these victims deserved to die
because their god decided they are sinners, and i
recall that their god, they like to use, to accuse
preferred to sit with sinners, not with holy-than-thou pigs

i ask you with tears running down my cheeks
is it really a god that is responsible for this dirty trick
i say it is mankind that destroy all the trees
and the coral reefs

but we love our sacrilege and blame our gods
whether we are Pagan or Muslim or Christians sods
the answer to the destruction we are ashamed to admit
we, humanity, we are the monsters from the pit

(c) 2014 allen simpson
this poem is not against religion, but against those that said it was God’s punishment that caused the tsunamis in the East…. If we do not take care of nature coral reefs die out, and they are a natural defence against tsunamis, or bees die, and bees are needed to pollinate plants and plants are needed to give us oxygen… do the maths… To blame a god is sacrilege… humanity is the monsters on this earth

"but we love our sacrilege and blame our gods whether we are Pagan or Muslim or Christians sods the answer to the destruction we are ashamed to admit we, humanity, we are the monsters from the pit"
“but we love our sacrilege and blame our gods
whether we are Pagan or Muslim or Christians sods
the answer to the destruction we are ashamed to admit
we, humanity, we are the monsters from the pit”
i ask you with tears running down my cheeks  is it really a god that is responsible for this dirty trick i say it is mankind that destroy all the trees  and the coral reefs
i ask you with tears running down my cheeks
is it really a god that is responsible for this dirty trick
i say it is mankind that destroy all the trees
and the coral reefs

Diary of Dreams – The Wedding

Video:

Lyrics:

You follow the path that you meant to avoid
A matter of time till an echo unfolds
What the next step might bring?
You take a look back
While your heartbeat is raging to this song you sing
When silence evolves into a deafening noise
When the blackening coat reaves a ceiling of darkness
When I speak the words that you wish me to say
When voices of sound come to life all around
I could never say these words to you
I could never doubt the way you do
I could never trace the steps for you
I could never live the way you do
Adrenaline pumping in every vein
I must go now and look for a new place to hide
You will chase me again, I am certain of that
But be sure that the next time you will not succeed
I could never say these words to you
I could never doubt the way you do
I could never trace the steps for you
I could never live the way you do
The wedding!
The wedding!
The wedding!
When you’re begging for shelter, don’t knock on my door
When you say that you’ve changed, you have done that before
When the tear in your eye – what a great alibi -Tries to weaken my senses – shatter all that I’ve learned
I could never say these words to you
I could never doubt the way you do
I could never trace the steps for you
I could never live the way you do
I will never say these words to you
I will never doubt the way you do
I will never trace the steps for you
I will never live the way you do

Being the difference

The worst and the best kind of people you can get, is the ones that keep on asking you if you are okay. Those who think they know you, and those who don’t know you at all.

You are in an awesome mood and someone asks you if you are okay, and you immediately wonder why they ask you that. Chances are, they are not okay and you feel too uncomfortable to ask then if they are, because they asked you first…

For the love of Allan Edgar Poe, ask them. You might make a difference in someone’s life or at least his or her day.

(c) 2014 Allen simpson

‘n ouma solo

woorde breek soos brood in die sielsbord
ruik na die vars aroma van belofte
kniëe nederig vol oumens pyn
kniellend voor die skottel

sy was haar klere met prys en lof
bruin strepe waar
sweet en stof
kronkelpad oor haar wang

sy is in diep gesang
en sing:
(Bobbejaan klim die berg)
terwyl sy verlang

na dae toe kinders nog geweet het wie sy was
kinderlag in die tuin
soentjies vir die pyn
sy staar in die waters in
terwyl haar verlange
droewig eensaam sing

(c) 2014 allen simpson

vir alle alleen oumas x

autumn

wraiths of barbs upon her flesh
inked on arms bought with blood
she dances her dance under the spell
as the beat of the music flood
like a cloudburst on willing ears

she follows the lyrics like a mystic
she gives her soul in reverie
each note of pure bliss
is like an etheric kiss

she smells faintly of midnight
she looks like sweetest death
she smiles like the Cernunnos moon
her slightest touch, a caress

she is always autumn
she is a child of the night
she is the closest door to my heaven
she is my light, shining darkly

she is my autumn

(c) 2014 allen simpson

ooo vampress

Wanneer die gordyn sak…

Wanneer die gordyn werklik sak vir ‘n akteur of kunstenaar is daar nie altyd maanskyn en rose daarna nie. Mens vergeet dat akteurs, samgers, digters ook net mens is. Soveel mense dink hulle gaan beroemd word en nooit weer terug kyk nie, maar dink nie altyd aan die groter prentjie (bigger Picture) nie.

Jare gelede het Afrikaanse akteurs nog baie werk gehad toe Duitse reekse soos Swartwoud Kliniek en Derrick oor vertaal was van Duits in Afrikaans asook Amerikaanse reekse soos Rustelose Jare (The Young and the Restless en Die Man van Staal (The Six Billion Dollar Man). Daar was baie Afrikaanse reekse soos Binnekring, Konings, Arende….

maar nou…

Lees hierdie Rapport artikel en sien self uit die mond van die kunstenaar wat kan gebeur wanneer die gordyn sak…

http://goo.gl/1tsSwh

some sick game

When I miss you and the stains of yesterday
shows deeper than skin in my soul
and I am bleeding, my heart is a hole
will I lie down, would you like that? Continue reading “some sick game”

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