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we die and our lovers are left behind

we die and our lovers are left behind
we die each day when we change Continue reading “we die and our lovers are left behind”


Ultraviolet soul

Making love to the darkness called regret
drowning in my cigarette
watching the smoke drift
like tendrils of sadness
in empty air Continue reading “Ultraviolet soul”

memory is a witch

memory is a witch, look I am under its spell
a horror of an itch, can’t you tell
words whispering in the mind Continue reading “memory is a witch”

original thought

When every drop of new thought,
every sliver of silver-tongued prose Continue reading “original thought”

Sold out

Sold my soul for a slice of happiness
My little happiness in slavery
Misguided bravery
Nothing changes, stays the same

Sold my belief to the ‘greater good’
Believed good days will come again
Guess they got lost in the chaos
The chaos shitpool called life

Sold my art to empty promises
To that dark abyss
I trusted so much it stained my core
Oh you magnificent vultures
Oh you evil whores
Peck at me and devour me
You had me for entré and main course
No, please, with my blessing
Have my empty bones for dessert
I hope you choke on me
I hope now that I am fucking free
I hope respite from my misery

My magnificent vultures
My beautiful whores
My dears that ate away my ambitions
I accept oblivion
And damn you all to hell

(C) 2018 Allen Wolfie Simpson

Attention / Aandag

Due to loadshedding my motherboard fried. I will return when I can get my computer fixed. Thank you Eskom for breaking our electronic appliances one loadshedding at a time.

Te danke aan beurtkrag het my rekenaar se moederbord gebreek. Sodra ek dit kan tegemaak kry is ek terug. Dankie Eskom dat jy ons elektriese toebehore breek met elke beurtkrag.


los my jou spoor

Ek herblog nie sommer nie, maar die gedig bly in my gedagtes so ek deel dit weer…


ververlang maak my bang
die gaping tussen ek en jy
oor duisend myle weg en
ek vra los my jou spoor

op ‘n stasie het ek gewag
die trein sien vertrek
my hart was sag
en skielik was jy weg

totsiens is soms bitterseer
maar vaarwel is hel
jy gaan duisend myle weg
en ek vra jou los my jou spoor

eendag gaan ek my tas vat
jou soek in die verre stad
ek hoop jou spore lê orals vas
soos dit gesement is in my hart

want leeg is ek sonder jou
‘n leemte wat in my kou
duisend myle ver van nou
hoop ek jy gaan wag vir my

(c) 2015 allen simpson

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There is a rainstorm in my heart, tonight
a distant thunder falls, a flash of light
and my halo falls at the sight, of you
my wall cracks open,
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Diversity & Humanity

Poet’s Note

I have written down a lot of stuff on paper that I just threw in a box. The following, a sketch and a poem I wrote back in 2004 (When I was about 32 years old). It was a hard time in my life. I suffered heavily from depression and did not know it, I was still undiagnosed at that stage in my life. The photo was taken in 2004 at Zeplins Bosman Street. Well, here it is: Diverse & Humanity. Continue reading “Diversity & Humanity”

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