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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”

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 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”



we seek freedom
and sense
in a fear gripped reality Lees voort “Seeking”


The world feels empty right now
like a house fallen down
We are on the edge of something new
will it be born from darkness into the light
or will it be darkness reborn

the world feels ruined right now
a fallen house
how long until we recover
something is coming, be it a glimpse
of new heaven or hell

the doomsayers quote revelation
and locked up, the world looks out
on a blue sky
and wonder about cures and jobs
heaven can wait
we must survive now.

and we covet the old days
because the world will never be the same.

(c) 2020 Allen Wolfie Simpson
Photo used with permission of Hanneliese Bredell

Broken down

My heart is broken, not for the lives saved but the lives ruined,
My heart is broken not for the plenty but for the poor, Lees voort “Broken down”

counting all the ghosts…

counting all the ghosts...
counting all the ghosts…


Days are stretching out
never seem to end
melancholy bleeds like water Lees voort “counting all the ghosts…”

The Curse of Age

“The streets have eyes and sometimes bigger mouths” Batman and Robin issue 005 (New 52)

Places where you build memories went bankrupt or were broken down. You ride down a street and a new building stands on a place where you remember you had happy memories. A place where you never experience similar days and events. A wistful longing for familiar faces, or to hear that specific song in that place just once again. To see a good friend just once more that died, a friend perhaps that died all too young and left you in the world getting old without him or her.

You get new memories and new places as you grow older but some places and people are phantoms. The curse of age are those, now abandoned places, of the mind…

(c) 2019 Allen Wolfie SImpson



i saw the world through your eyes
did you see it through mine
did you see the happy memories,
the sad goodbyes Lees voort “eyes…”

last night

Last night I found myself breathing
lost between two dreams
in one I was at the edge of an abyss
in the other, I was the abyss Lees voort “last night”

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