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wolfshadowwhispers

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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.

those eyes

No use crying over spilt milk
the world is dying
the saffron kings are
mummies wrapped in silk Lees voort “those eyes”

Blessed Winter Solstice

Bothers and sisters, Yuletide or Winter Solstice is about love and giving and thus I with the help of Mja Principe created a video of a poem. This poem has a history. A dear friend and brother of mine were in a serious coma after an accident on a mountain where he and his bike fell down a cliff. I wrote this poem, did Shamanic Shamanic prayer over it, and asked people to put their healing wishes into it. He healed and other people also were healed through this gesture. I give all the credit to the Great Spirit for that. Hear the words of my poem and may it bring healing to everyone that needs it. You are welcome to share the poem. Healing and Blessings Allen Wolfie Simpson and Mja Principe. Thanks to Mja Principe for her video skills.

Love at Dusk

Lees voort “Love at Dusk”

decline

There is a cat in a box
it may or may not be dead
is the cat alive or dead
There is a virus
you may or may not have it
are you sick Lees voort “decline”

My Corona

my gisters het verdwaal agter maskers
‘n wêreld geskep waar alles toe gesluit is
en almal is bang, op ‘n mikroskopiese vlak Lees voort “My Corona”

everything is a lie until it isn’t

The one thing in this world I have learned, and I have learned it from all of you meaning every person I have ever met, read or even heard about, is that everything is a lie until it isn’t. Lees voort “everything is a lie until it isn’t”

If I could turn into myself

Skin and bone,
my prison of alone
hidden skindeep Lees voort “If I could turn into myself”

So I smoke

Yes, I smoke. You can call it a filthy habit or a guilty pleasure and yes we all have reasons why we smoke, all seven million South Africans each has his or her reasons and I don’t judge. I hope you don’t as well, or at least, you are not one to force you anti-smoking beliefs on us. We don’t need to be arseholes about things that we don’t approve off, do we. Lees voort “So I smoke”

Hiding

hiding
hiding

 

hiding behind a mask
the heaviness creeps on me
every day a prison like the last
this burden I wish away from me Lees voort “Hiding”

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