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