within two sparks of thought collide
and spark, like the crackle of electric manifestation
primal eclectic thoughts from the breast of the mind
suckled there like the kittens from the teats of their mother
something growls, thoughts want to be expressed
words want to be uttered
but beasts cannot speak
beasts cannot be heard
the world is death and dumb and forgot to listen
the only words left are folded green paper
that pink monkeys hand to each other
enslaved….
oh pink monkeys, where are your ears
green paper has spoken only one word named ‘greed’
and you translate it to ‘necessity’
you can only listen to its siren call
yet end up one day naked, without nothing
in ashes or a wooden box
(c) 2015 Allen Simpson
Desember 9, 2015 at 2:11 nm
Sjoe ja, baie waar Wolfie.
Mal oor die foto ook.
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Desember 9, 2015 at 2:13 nm
Dankie 🙂 ek was lus om iets ‘swaar moreels’ te skrywe. My muse was bietjie stil vir die afgelope 2 weke en toe kom die gedig….
Die foto is by Zebra Lodge geneem net 30 kilos uit Pretoria toe ek en Hanneliese ‘n jaar gelede daar was vir my verjaarsdag
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Desember 9, 2015 at 2:15 nm
Ja ek het jou sommer erg gemis hoor. Bly jy is terug!
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Desember 9, 2015 at 4:13 nm
Dankie. Jammer ek is so skaars. Ek blameer my werk en Desember blues 🙂
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Desember 10, 2015 at 6:57 vm
Dis ‘n geldige rede!
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Desember 10, 2015 at 11:08 vm
Dankie vir die verstaan 🙂
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Desember 10, 2015 at 8:18 nm
sjoe…
‘breast of the mind’
Ek hou van die beelde wat jy gebruik! Skerp, raak beskrywing!! Die gierigheid waarmee geld nagejaag word….tragies amper, om van naar te word!!!!
Puik verwoord Wolfie!
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Desember 10, 2015 at 9:54 nm
Baie dankie Hanneliese 🙂 Die woorde het sommer gestroom en toe daarna het ek vir 4 ure gesit en dink “Wat de hel is my gedig se titel?” hehehehehehe
Dead sirens was toe maar my finale besluit
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