Steurnis (‘n Straatgedig)

Frekwensies faal
en stilte breek deur
‘n steurnis in taal

en woorde word net brokkelklanke
konsonante verdwyn
in die newels van rook ranke

die bottelnek word aangegee
die rocks sing in die are
die brein word ‘n droomwee

dan hoes een deur die donkerste
skuim krioel van sy lippe
en bedwelmd sterf nog ‘n siel

sy vriende breek die steurnis
‘Shit, shit, shit… hy het ge- O.D.’

(c) 2013 allen simpson
Rocks is ‘n straat naam vir dwelms
wat saam met dagga in ‘n bottelnek
gerook word…
Dwelms is ‘n kanker… bly weg.

Foto geneem deur Hanneliese Bredell

Model: Allen Wolfie Simpson

Foto Kuns deur Allen Wolfie SImpson

shadowwhisper

I am a well educated, spiritual, peace loving man. I do not believe in harming anyone since it is the basis of my spiritual beliefs. If you don’t like my art, my way of belief or my spirituality, it is your choice. If you however accept me for who I am, I will give you the same respect and cutesy. This Universe was created for all to live in with instructions from all reasonable religions and belief systems that we should tolerate and love each other. I suggest that we do so Love is easier than you think. Hate is hard work, so let’s love.

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Januarie 31, 2017

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Dood, dwelms, oordosis, rocks

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perdebytjie
Januarie 31, 2017 at 4:31 nm

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Sjoe dis verskriklik en deur jou woorde beskryf jy die angs wat daarmee saamgaan.Jou en Hanneliese se ontwerp is besonders,Wolfkind!

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- shadowwhisper
  Januarie 31, 2017 at 4:47 nm
  
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  Hanneliese het die foto geneem en toe ontwerp ek hom verder 🙂
  
  Ja, ek dink om ‘n oordosis te kry van dwelms moet angswekkend wees. Ek het, toe ek die gedig geskryf het, dwelm slawe gaan vra hoe dit voel om te O.D. en toe my gedig geskryf…
  
  (Ja digters doen ook navorsing)
  
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  - perdebytjie
    Januarie 31, 2017 at 4:53 nm
    
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    Jy is die regte een om dit in woorde om te sit!
    
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    - shadowwhisper
      Januarie 31, 2017 at 5:00 nm
      
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      Dankie 🙂
      
      O ja, ek het toe die eerste deel van die storie maar opgesit lol
      
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      - perdebytjie
        Januarie 31, 2017 at 5:17 nm
        
        Jy is soos ek.Soms is ek so opgewonde oor ‘n blog,dat ek nie kan wag nie!Klaar daar gelees.
        
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      - shadowwhisper
        Januarie 31, 2017 at 5:22 nm
        
        Is nogal ne 🙂 EK het Muisnes-koors vandat ek dit begin oortik het hehehehe
        
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      - perdebytjie
        Januarie 31, 2017 at 5:24 nm
        
        Solank jy nie regte muisneste het nie..hehe!
        
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      - shadowwhisper
        Januarie 31, 2017 at 5:28 nm
        
        hehehehehe Hemel nee!!!!
        
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      - perdebytjie
        Januarie 31, 2017 at 6:15 nm
        
        😜😂
        
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hanneliesebredell07
Februarie 1, 2017 at 8:50 vm

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‘en woorde word net brokkelklanke
konsonante verdwyn
in die newels van rookranke’

Mal oor jou woordkeuses hier en ook die eerste strofe, veral ‘brokkelklanke’

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- shadowwhisper
  Februarie 1, 2017 at 10:27 vm
  
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  Dankie 🙂
  
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