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Maart 2014

This Side of Time

As I sit here, the room filled with the smoke of incense and cigarette smoke, the feeling of what is called Friday Night setting into my bones like a good herbal soap bath, some Dairy of Dreams haunting the atmosphere I think of how time is so relevant on so many levels… Old Year’s Eve is still a fresh memory even though it is March now as well as the weird day we had on the first of January but if I speak of it here some of my friends might kill me (not really) but when they read this a smile will cross their faces… they know what happened. Anyway isn’t it weird how New Years Day can feel like yesterday but still feels so long long ago and the fact that before we can really get how time screws us all over, it will be Christmas again… Lees voort “This Side of Time”

Murasie

Murasie is 'n gedig uit my bundel Skaduland
Murasie is ‘n gedig uit my bundel Skaduland

 

Vervalle
spinnerakwalle
stof dans in die wind
maar dis ek en jy
en die maan
blom soos ‘n roos
en jy is soos
‘n nagskim
en ek proe jou wasem
teen my lyf
jou eggo’s roep
oor die valleie in my siel
en my wêreld stort borrelend
in ‘n fontein van JA! JA! JA!
my hart gee in
as ‘la petite morte’
die simfonie in my wese bring
my klein dood bring lewe
die murasie word ‘n Taj Mahal
gebou in jou liefde…

(c) 2013 allen simpson

*geinspireer deur Mozart se 38ste simfonie… daardie Adagio kook!

Changing the I

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I am seasons changing
feel my winter soul, chilling to the bone
feel my rain washing clean
my rainbow that goes full spectrum
or in tones of grey
watch me play
as my wind spiral the autumn leaves
of my season soul
changing the I
I am
to the me
waiting in a far off destiny
I am not a human being
I am a human changing

(c) 2014 allen simpson
taken from my book ‘Tales from the Flow’

a cure

the creeping deception is
the perception we receive
looking in smoking mirrors
oh wounded pride
that decorates with pretty lies
that cuts down to size

late night remorse
the wilted flower called divorce
the amoeba is split
one cell of spit
the yawning wound called bitterness
must be closed

even in infra-red
the rainbow is cut to bled
tears so needless shed
find truth inside yourself
heal your wounds
self-love is an art
only the soul can paint
thus let the canvas reveal
it is never too late
for bitter wounds to heal…

(c)2013 allen simpson
Photo by Theo Breedt
Photo Concept by Allen Simpson

Memoriam mortui / a tragedy Melusine

A bath filled with rust and water
see the autumn floats
beneath a skull to tell the tale
hear how it boasts
she was my winter fading
she was my spring to come
seasons embered to ashes
but Melusine was but a breath
I once uttered in duress
a bath filled with yesterdays
autumns that flowers on the surface
beneath empty eyes staring
into nevermore
she was my first and last
she was my embryo my corpse
for the mirror of memories lost
she is I, I am her
this wound this cruel cruel wound
is me

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Tempus Tempest

Who will ask the full moon
the mysteries of the night
the silent words that
forms on realms without sight?

Who will count my stars
set in my Path
and tell me the years
left on my dingy raft?

Life is but an ocean
and I sailing sailing onwards
Oh what my dreams may yet
still become
on this ominous vast sea…

(c) 2014 allen simpson
For Edgar Allan Poe, far across Styx pale shores

hartseer

Wat is hartseer as die hart net klop en klop en bloed rondstuur in die liggaam?

Wat is hartseer?

Die hart is immers net ‘n spier met vier kamers… Lees voort “hartseer”

Wêreld fantasties (vir Hanneliese, al weer)

In elke kind skuil ‘n Frodo
wat op reise gaan binne-in
die hart
‘n wêreld fantasties,
verken
‘n vlei word ‘n shire
vol hobbits en
die kwaak van padda’s
‘n elwekoor
daar is altyd ‘n pad realisties,
in hartspastelpallette
geskilder
‘n wêreld fantasties wat wag…

soms word daardie kind groot
soms word daardie kind digter
en soms vloei wêrelde uit sielsink
wat nooit kan sink
in die put van vergeet

so koester die innerkind
volg die wind van jou drome
en reis…

(c) 2014 allen simpson
met apologie aan Hanneliese (die foto het my so geinspireer)

Foto geneem deur Hanneliese Oberholzer Kopie reg van foto (c) 2014 Hanneliese Oberholzer
Foto geneem deur Hanneliese Oberholzer
Kopie reg van foto (c) 2014 Hanneliese Oberholzer

Nosferatu – Dark Angel

Lyrics:

Dark angel, give me life,
Dark angel, take us high,

Give me heaven, give me gold,
Take the living, take the old,
Take the knife, break the bone,
Feel the blade, and feel the stone. Lees voort “Nosferatu – Dark Angel”

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