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Januarie 2016

Wolf Bites Episode 4 If these walls could bleed…

Welcome to Wolf Bites episode 4. Wolf Bites is a new feature on this blog where we show you short movies, So get out the popcorn, put off the lights and nibble on a movie with us. Who knows… it might be bloody fun… Lees voort “Wolf Bites Episode 4 If these walls could bleed…”

Wolf Bites Episode 3 A friend <3

Welcome to Wolf Bites episode 3. Wolf Bites is a new feature on this blog where we show you short movies, So get out the popcorn, put off the lights and nibble on a movie with us. And do not touch facebook… Lees voort “Wolf Bites Episode 3 A friend <3”

You are beautiful

“You are a soul, wearing a meat suit. How you look does not define you. You are not fat, you have fat. Do not let petty words define the beauty of you, who you really are. Be healthy, be you, be a soul not a label. You are beautiful.”

with love,
Wolfie

 

Copyright (c) 2016 Allen ‘Wolfie’ Simpson

 

WOLF BITES EPISODE 2 Piano (with a bite)

wolf bites 2

Welcome to Wolf Bites episode 2. Wolf Bites is a new feature on this blog where we show you short movies, but we decided to listen to some soothing piano music today instead. So get out the popcorn, put off the lights and waltz with us in darkness… Lees voort “WOLF BITES EPISODE 2 Piano (with a bite)”

Wolf Bites Episode 1 Lullaby

Welcome to Wolf Bites episode 1. Wolf Bites is a new feature on this blog where we show you short movies. So get out the popcorn, put off the lights and nibble on a movie with us. Lees voort “Wolf Bites Episode 1 Lullaby”

Faith is a dead sun.

I am waiting in the dark
I wonder if my faith in you will come back
(I hear the sound of a bleeding heart)
faith used to shine but now it is a dead sun
I want to believe that it will shine again

seven billion suffering
at war with itself
humanity needs to breathe
and still faith is a dead sun

I pretend I am alive
my soul bleeds and I touch the gaping wound
I worry that the blood won’t stop
I cannot breathe and I am waiting in the dark

I understand faith used to be alive
but now faith is a dead sun

I dream that it will resurrect itself
I try to summon it back to me
I hope it can hear me
will the dead sun come alive?
We are waiting in the dark

seven billion suffering
at war with itself
humanity needs to breathe
and still faith is a dead sun

(C) 2016 Allen Simpson

Photo was taken at the Smuts House, Irene

Photo by Hanneliese Bredell

Photo Design by Allen Simpson

No new dawn for me

woven are the days into night
broken are the patterns devoid of light
dusk I begin to rise but for me, dawn has died
no new dawn for me just an eternal night

waking from the shadows far from the day
outside I am sure the light shines
but its flames will just burn me away
it is not as if I turned from the sun

a sanguine kiss caressed my being
I became lost to light, into the night
days and blue sky flutter by
dusk is all I have, no new dawn for me

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson
hehehehe another vampire poem

Photo was taken at Irene Concentration Camp Cemetary
Photo by Hanneliese Bredell
Photo redesign by Allen Simpson

Huis van Aarde en Reën

Gee my nie ‘n huis van glas en beton nie,
grys songebrande teerpaaie wat stinkend sug,
die leë kyk in die verveelde oog van mammon se priester agter die kas register,
die uitlaatpyp poefstink daar onder in die straat
die nee-fok-asseblief-nie karkas van nog ‘n kar
gekonsertina om nog ‘n paal
en aasvoël mense wat gluur en hoop
om wonde en bloed en kak te sien
asof hulle nie genoeg op die nuus sien nie.

my huis is van Aarde en Reën
waar hadidas kreun
en kameelperde langnek vry na blare hoog in bome
waar flappe met hulle lang sterte dans in die lug
voor die reën
gee my die roep van die tarentaal
beter as enige minibus taxi
se doef doef op ‘n onheilige desibel

my huis van aarde en reën
roep my
roep my
ek wil huis toe gaan

(c) 2015 allen ‘wolfie’ simpson

ode to david bowie

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Somewhere a black star is shining
as you leave us behind
your journey may have ended
but it is a new path now

we ask you to send us a letter
if you find out if there is life on Mars
your journey has just begun
as you have left the old path

your voice will be missed
but it will still haunt us on the radio
it will sometimes be as if you never left
but still there is now a hole

no-one can take your place
heroes never die
like coal they become diamonds
like stars in the ebony sky

So send us a letter
and but not to say goodbye

(c) 2015 Allen Simpson
RIP David Bowie
this is my tribute…

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