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Mei 2015

Game of Thrones Musical featuring the band Coldplay

I am a huge Game of Thrones fan and I LOVE a few ColdPlay songs too like ‘Clocks’, ‘Paradise’ and “The Hardest Part’. So it really was important to me to take a look at this video and I must confess that I am sure even people that do not like Coldplay’s music with enjoy this video. It is bloody funny.

la petite mort

Succulent moments linger
the absolution of memories
the forgiveness in the crave

I lie in torment wonder
wandering in this path of thought
your fragrance like a winter morn wind
blows my mind away still

I unconquered in the terra incognito
of the essence that is you
every moment I die in the memory
of the pleasures you have marked in my soul

these hands are not mine
they walked on you in bliss
they are but gifts
because the touch will always linger
in the memories
and in them I die happily again
a little death

la petite mort, mon ange
you are my little death machine

(c) 2015 allen simpson
inspired by the music of Diorama

Diorama – Alpha Animal Complex

Video:

Lyrics:

Hey… say you’ll end the treachery
Hey… we’re one blood one family
I say… I have split my mind in two
You say… what the hell is wrong with you? Lees voort “Diorama – Alpha Animal Complex”

100 truths

People always ask me things so I decided to answer some of them for fun

Lees voort “100 truths”

Allen en Hanneliese se Goth Dag viering en nader aan Moeder Natuur as ooit….

Hanneliese deel ons avontuur op haar blog

The Cure – Just Like Heaven

Video:

Lyrics:

“Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream” she said
“The one that makes me laugh” she said
And threw her arms around my neck
“Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you” Lees voort “The Cure – Just Like Heaven”

Arikaner wees en Maandae

Pragtige kruis
Pragtige kruis

Soms voel dit asof ‘n dag jou by die gorrel gryp, en Maandae veral is nou maar ‘n ‘ancient enemy’ met die mens. Jy word wakker met ‘n kreun en besef Sondag is weer dood al het hy stadig gesterf en jou week van marteling begin weer… Lees voort “Arikaner wees en Maandae”

Allen en Hanneliese vier Goth Dag by Harties

Anngesien vandag naby aan Internationale Gothdag is het ek en Hannelliese die pad gevat en na Hartebeespoort Dam gegaan. Maar die dag het heel anders uitgedraai want die ou wolf het ‘n vriendelike aasvoël ontmoet…. in elk geval kom ek deel die storie.

Oppad na Harties het ons eers by ‘n begrafplaas gestop en vir die engele gaan hello sê:

Harties Begrafplaas

sjuuut
sjuuut

Lees voort “Allen en Hanneliese vier Goth Dag by Harties”

painted lady

willingly carved in exquisite pain
the needle is her path
the ink the sonata on her skin
painted phoenix and painted rose
upon her back
like a macabre parchment of prose

she is a painted lady
the beauty within carved in beauty
on her willing skin
there is no sin
just a painted phoenix and a painted rose
celebrating the light she has within

she is a painted lady
her tattoos mark her
but there is beauty in the symmetry
and it gives voice to her resonating soul
shouting in ink:’she is free’

(c) 2015 allen simpson
dedicated to the painted lady… you know who you are

fly trap

the sour stench of now
is adrift in the air
like the sweet-sick aroma
of a venus fly trap, my sweet

I want you now between the linen
of promise and desire
I want you now my sweet sister
and quench this little fire

you stir like a witch a cauldron
it bubbles like sweet trouble
voices echoes with seductive breath
and follow with nibblings at my ear

I want you now, sister bring me solace
these flames burning even higher my dear
I want you now my sweet sister
before I burst from this cocoon, my fear

I am just a fly landing in your trap
my venus, my aphrodite
I want this trap to take me
take me to sweetest nirvana, dear

(c) 2015 allen simpson
This poem is inspired by the music of Clan of Xymox

Vuurvlieggies en Sterre

sterre verskiet en sterre vergaan
en alles bly dieselfde as jy wetenskaplik verstaan
die sterre wat vandag in die hemele skitter
is ligjare terug dalk dood
blink spoke wat stadig sterf
so is liefde soms ‘n spook
wat verskiet
en stadig ‘n aaklige vergaan gaan

gee my eerder die liefde van ‘n vuurvliegie
een nag skitter
een nag van hello
en vlamme wat spat in passie
en dan in die donker uitdoof met ‘n knal

liefde is te veel motte om ‘n kers
te min vuurvlieggies in ‘n vlei
en (te veel idiote wat gaan dink aan die liedjie)
‘n padda het gaan opsit met sy nooi in die vlei
maar was te vol sterre-ogies
(te dom)
om ‘n vuurvlieggie te kry
ha!

(c) 2015 allen simpson

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