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Desember 2014

Ode aan ‘n gogga

in jou liefde maak verslind jy
stadig en sadisties
(skynheilig en vol plesier)
die een wat jou alles gee

jou liefde is soos erosie
wat soos die wind rotse fyn maal
en verslind
en uitspoeg op ‘n see van nêrens

jou rooi kol is soos ‘n skarlaken letter
wat gloei soos ‘n Sauron’s oog
en jou donkerte soos die Stygiaanse abyss

knopies spinnekop –
jou wrede moer

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Fields of the Nephilim – Sumerland

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Your tempting me to all of life and all its pleasure
Take me to the dream, to the highs and the depths of my soul Continue reading “Fields of the Nephilim – Sumerland”

2014 in review

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beauty is slavery

living life as a fan fiction story
emulating dreams in delusions of glory
lemmings blindly going for a fall
humanity dance to the lights of a false crystal ball

and their prophets are machines
programmed for extinction
visions of warped dreams
their crave these infections

men that will never know the touch of love of a woman’s
decide the rules of fashion
makes sizes too small
to turn our women into anorexic bulimic attractions
some waste away in hospital beds
some kill themselves for fashion
some never learn to breathe
and some shun all affection

if real women decided the designs
and real models walked the broad-walk
and real men that know the touch of a woman
could restore the balance
no more skeletons in hospital beds
or women that despise their own beauty
no more ugly thoughts in the mirror
only self respect will be the gospel

but their prophets are diseased
and they cover up the extinction
in neon-coloured dreams
with lies of rejection

beauty is slavery
fashion is murder

(c) 2014 allen simpson
picture from http://hdw.eweb4.com/
There is a rumour that the smaller women sizes in the clothing shops are because the fashion designers deliberately designed the dresses in smaller sizes and that the designers are gay men that force their ideal of what a perfect woman should be onto the world.

I do not claim to believe or deny that, only it makes a nice theme for a poem. This poem is inspired by that rumour. It does not mean that i believe it, but I leave the reader to decide what she or he believes.

– Allen

Little white dress (5)

December 24, 2015

Marie and I have spend the whole day at Louisville Bed and Breakfast in Bela-Bela. The whole town is not what it used to be. It became a small city and the old ‘holiday’ magic here is gone.

Marie said last night I was screaming in my sleep. I kept chanting the word ‘Girl’ over and over. Strangely I did not remember the dream, thank the Gods for small mercies.

Tomorrow it is Christmas… We both do not feel like celebrating, so were just going to lie in bed, in our rooms, and watch satellite television.

Maybe together but alone is the best way for us now. Me and my cursed dreams and her with her mourning. I certainly can’t console her… those dreams, the flies and the whole peacock affair just weighs down on me…

If misery loves company, I must be misery’s fucking lover

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Will you be my fish?

the other side of Rhyme

Hello, hello! Put down your tired feet. Sit there on the couch and let me share a poem with you today. Yes, this is ‘the other side of rhyme’ where you can relax and I share poetry from other poets with you. Today there is something fishy going on here…. Continue reading “Will you be my fish?”

A bliss of three kinds

the other side of Rhyme

Hello, hello! Put down your tired feet. Sit there on the couch and let me share three poems with you today. Yes, this is ‘the other side of rhyme’ where you can relax and I share poetry from other poets with you. Today we look at bliss, three kinds of it. Take a moment to relax and led the verses take you on a journey, both fun as well as relaxing and maybe a little twist of insanity Continue reading “A bliss of three kinds”

Two stars above

the other side of Rhyme

Hello, hello! Put down your tired feet. Sit there on the couch and let me share two poems with you today. Yes, this is ‘the other side of rhyme’ where you can relax and I share poetry from other poets with you. Today let’s enjoy the stars. Close your eyes and let them twinkle as I read. Relaxed? Good… let’s begin…. Continue reading “Two stars above”

Little white dress (4)

December 22, 2014

I am too upset to write. Someone strangled the peacocks over the street to death….

My neighbour was beside herself… Poor Marie…

Marie just sat down on her couch, drowned in grief and broken.

I am going away for a few days…. I can’t stand this anymore… This Christmas is cursed….

I am taking Marie with me, we are just going to ride North and book in at a small town bed-and-breakfast while her daughters get rid of the carcasses.

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Little white dress (3)

December 21, 2014

I did not write in my journal for a few days. That dream did not happen again but tonight, at 11:30 something strange happened. There are dark things that happen and we cannot understand them. Things that burrow into your life like moles… Things that end up taunting you, biting you in the depths of your soul.

I did my usual ritual, waking up, work, making supper, feeding the dog and so forth. When I went to my room and looked for something to watch I heard a buzzing by my bedroom window. My curtains were drawn already so I pushed them aside.

The whole fucking window were covered with flies… and there was a faint smell, sweetly sickly of old wet newspaper…

Am I losing my mind….?

What the hell is wrong….?

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Crawling

crawling desperately and weary
after battles won and lost
towards a new year creeping to my door

so many died, to move on to
better or worst
so many turmoil an tribulation

a new year is coming
and I am crawling to meet it
a new chapter to begin
will I get rest before then?
will I start the new year alive
or a crawling walking dead?

(c) 2014 allen simpson

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