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April 2014

lus

Voel die kluite grond val
soos vuurreën,
op my kis…
voel die naalde deur my steek
as die dimensies van dementia
my gryp en laat verdrink

o geliefde lus
wat so ver van my verdwaal
net een asemskep van jou
en daar stop die storm teen my wal

voel die hunkering so diep
en die laaste van my krag val
o diep en donker put
as ek net nog een keer
‘n smaak kan proe…

maar ek gee nie in nie…
ek moet ophou rook…

(c) 2014 allen simpson

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Fairy Rider – Chapter 2

Fairy Rider By Leonie Roderick

Chapter 2
“Diolmhain, it’s time to get up,” his grandmother calls from the doorway.
Why his grandmother always uses the Irish-Gaelic form of his name he doesn’t understand. Maybe she likes to torture him. He doesn’t like to go to all the trouble of pronouncing it in its original form or explaining it to people.
Also it makes him angrier than it did in the past. Then he only heard it from time to time but since living here with her it’s getting a bit too much. Lees voort “Fairy Rider – Chapter 2”

Fairy Rider – Prologue and Chapter 1

Fairy Rider by Leonie Roderick

FAIRY RIDER

Prologue
She calls out to him and he immediately dreams he wakes up. He jumps out of bed with a laugh, follows her into the fantasy.
In this state between sleep and wakefulness real problems don’t exist – the chronological order of events is never important.
Like tonight, he can jump from his bed in a suburb in a big city right into the woods, where she waits and takes him each time. Lees voort “Fairy Rider – Prologue and Chapter 1”

sparks of passion

a florescent light shimmers in the dark hallways of the mind
it flashes like lightning
a memory stirs, an echo of yesterday
when the light hits
an after-image bursts like a bean pod
bearing a fruit of promise
remembrance

there is a pang of hope
as this image
speaks
can you feel it too?
Can you remember?

a simple night under the starts
moments of pure drunken bliss
the light flashes
and becomes clear
your touch that night
again
I feel on my body
the dance of souls
passion
cries of ecstasy
and all that
just a memory
of us
dancing drunk
naked in heart
pure
on the silliest little song
named love

sparks of passion lifts me again
under the full moon
I look at the clouded sky
the obscure thoughts I get and
they all only ask….

‘do you also remember’

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Announcement

announcement

Dear readers I have very exciting news…. I plan to share full length novels on my blog written by a very special writer who gave me consent to share her work on my blog. Very soon Book 1 will be shared here …. The book’s name is Fairy Rider and it is awesome. I plan to share a chapter each day or second day.

Prepare for a wonderful journey into the world of fantasy by a South-African novelist.

hoe kloon jy ‘n siel?

kunsmatige woordbraking is aan die orde van die dag
waar hart en siel so makilk verloon word
om parodies uit te deel
aan gulsige slange
wat soos blomme verwelk
en nooit hulle self vind nie

wie luister na die soet stem van die siel
en nie prewel woorde aangryp nie
hulle vind nirvana

‘n beker moet eers leeg
voor die siel
hom kan vul

Kanaan is nie in boeke nie
maar in elke bloeds-ink
wat uit die fontein van die hart sypel

hoe kloon jy ‘n siel?
jy lê jou braaksel in hom
soos ‘n laksman sy eiers
in ‘n vreemde voël se nes lê

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Invocation of the Soul

Hail to thee Oh shining light
that dwells within
that reaches out
that speaks
oh soul
without words
but with heart

Hail to thee oh breath of life
that dwells within
that static touch
that unseen
oh soul
without touch
you touch the heart

Hail to thee oh silent eye
that dwells within
that sees all
that have no eyelids or iris
but observe and speak
oh soul

Hail to the one that have understanding
of the soul and it’s workings
for they have reached the heart of the Gods
for them there will be no fear
for them the Path in lit
and the gates of enlightenment
never locked

Hail with love and peace
So it is
So it will be

(c) 2014 Allen Simpson

Rise of the Wolf Prince

discarded like rotten meat
thrown to wolves
there was but one choice
one must fall
to return a king
one must mend
a broken wing
to fly again
thus

thrown to the wolves
there was but one choice
to return as one
and lead the pack

a hero is born
a king is crowned
a world is awaken

(c)2014 allen simpson
Inspired by Game of Thrones

harem van twee

Die geheimnisse van haar sluiers
as dit fladder soos trouduiwe
en haar dans vlerke gee
haar tommeldraai buik dans
gee sonde in die hart
haar wil ek hê
haar voete stamp die morse-kode
van die ritme se passie
haar kurwes wink
en in ‘n fatale oomblik
verloor ek myself

en droom van palmbome
en haar
tussen kussings
haar vingers wat ek aflek
nog bevlek
met die soetste sap
van gestoofde dadels

ons is ‘n harem van twee
want sy is alle vroue
‘n Eva, ‘n Istar
‘n soetste Asoret
alles in een

dan die stilte my terug
die dromme stop
die dans is verby
sy raap haar sluiers op
en vlug….

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Guyana (Cult of the Damned) – Manowar

Song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6QCzJR7wgo

Background on the idea after the song:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonestown

ShadowWhisper says: “Any murder in the name of God is atrocious and sick. This metal song conveys an important warning…. To me it means: ‘Never drink the kool-aid.’ Meaning do not put your trust in any religious organization… too many people were coarsed by their churches, temples, or whatever to commit murder. Look at the Burning Times (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burning_times), as well as the murder of Aztec and Inka in the name of a god for gold. I refuse to drink the kool-aid and will never join a church, coven or any group of religious nature. I am practicing my beliefs alone. This is my choice and I judge no one who prefer to belong to a group.

Lyrics:

Thank you for the kool aid reverend jim
We’re glad to leave behind their world of sin
Our lifeless bodies fall on holy ground
Rotting flesh a sacrificial mound
Were you our God or a man in a play who took our applause and forced us to
stay
Now all together we lived as we dead on your command by your side Lees voort “Guyana (Cult of the Damned) – Manowar”

Talita Cumi

I
wit en sag lê die roos
op ‘n altaar van wit
‘n offerhande
‘n koma prinses
in haar slaap so rein
in haar slaap sonder pyn

II
van ver het hy gekom
sy bike op die lang pad
met die gezoem van wind
en die komeet van sy lang hare
(sy mense agter hom soos Arthurianse ridders
bikerboeties rof en onbeskof)

hy klim af en gryp die teddiebeer uit sy rugsak
sy ge-inkde skedels gilm op arms
wat te veel son sien

III
een kar
een aand
een prinses
een ongeluk
een koma

IV
die biker staan alleen
trane lavaloop
‘my prinses
word wakker’

V
Iewers uit ‘n glaskis het die prins sneeuwitjie gesoen
en daar was bruilof en net goeie jare
(waar is fee verhale?
wanneer werklikheid
die hart verdoem)

VI
Iewers soen ‘n man sy verloofde in ‘n hospitaal bed
hy kon sneeuwitjie
glad nie red

V
Talita Cumi, waar is jy?
Talita Cumi, waar is jy?

(c) 2014 allen simpson

sommer iets stupid wat ek neer geskryf het…

Nota:
Talita Cumi (aramees) ‘Jong dame, word wakker’ ook bekend as ‘talitha koumi’ verwys na die lyn in Markus 5:41

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