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The Light and The Tower

In a city of shadows
next to a broken sea
a lighthouse is shining
and the lighthouse is me

see the lighthouse and it’s beautiful scars
in the darkness, its light is shining to the stars Lees voort “The Light and The Tower”

a twisted lullaby

the path is twisting and turning
amidst the spruce and pine
birds that used to be a-singing
just sit in a morbid silent line
in the silence
the woods are filled with eerie lullabies Lees voort “a twisted lullaby”

algol 26º Taurus

Ravens are talking to deaf ears
Ravens are listening but the mute speak
chaos ensues
in the hearts of men Lees voort “algol 26º Taurus”

I decided to commit the very sinful act my mommy told me not to do…

It was a Monday morning,
I had three bucks on me,
I had to do it,
I just had to…

Mommy warned me,
Mommy warned me good, said:
‘If you do it,
there is no return, sonny boy,
you will be changed forever.’

so I took the three bucks out of my wallet,
I sighed.
The bearded lady stood there with her sign.
The sign said:
I gave her the money and…
You wasted your time, a minute of your life, to read this…

(c) 2011 allen simpson

Personifikasie van seer

Wanneer die t.v aan geskakel word:
nog ‘n boer vermoor
nog ‘n ongeluk op die pad
nog ‘n oorlog iewers
nog ‘n president wat in sirkels kak praat Lees voort “Personifikasie van seer”

answers will come

it’s a spiralling world
filled with light and darkness
we rise and fall
are we hearts of stone
or hearts in flight?
do we evolve? Lees voort “answers will come”

vetus problema

vetus problema an old problem

an old problem keeps knocking at the door
holding out its hands
it is something we want to ignore
some of us feed our demons
and our angels keep knocking

the angels speak but
the soft-spoken poetic symmetry
is falling from your dead ear

seven days they will wait
seven days
but what if it disappear?

vetus problema, right?

(c) 2017 Allen Wolfie Simpson
el septimo dia

art concept: allen wolfie simpson

el septimo dia

Ravens can talk but you refuse to listen
Ravens can talk but you refuse to hear
the soft-spoken poetic symmetry
is falling from your dead ear Lees voort “el septimo dia”

Childhood Opium

She said dreams are but shattered glass
She painted pictures in grey
She faded and was spirited away Lees voort “Childhood Opium”

Silence touch the divine within

Be still within and listen to the Land
the cries of a night-bird, an owlish hunger cry
the senseless patter of raindrops on sand
the songs of frogs that never lie Lees voort “Silence touch the divine within”

rock a bye, my baby (Jy is ver van my)

die nag is lank en swaar
ek dra dit op my rug
en dis vol van verlange
my bene raak lam van die gewig
gewensde drome en hoop is so ver
ek dink aan jou, en smag na jou want Lees voort “rock a bye, my baby (Jy is ver van my)”

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