Someone said they are not voting because all politicians are corrupted. Isn’t that, even more, an incentive to vote? By voting YOU have the power to choose WHO you want to be corrupted. Continue reading “Satire for Satyrs”
Once upon a time, there was a young poet in his senior school year that moved to a huge apartment complex in the city with his parents so that his father could be closer to work. The young poet had dreams in his eyes and was very religious. He tried to live the ways he was brought up, belonging to a Protestant church called Die N.G. Kerk. He even gave Sunday school to blind children at the Prinshof School for the Blind. Continue reading “Once upon an Innocence”
A story by Allen Wolfie Simpson
The sun was slowly turning in for the night. The western blue sky was replaced by an art piece in shades of red with a few hints of yellow and purple. The sun was a sad orange and looked as miserable as the world was feeling that day. Ben and I just sat there on the roof of my mother’s house…
“Hey Mia?” he said softly. Continue reading “Roof”
My beautiful orange cat, Pikachu, only five months old, was poisoned by someone in our neighbourhood. He died right in front of me yesterday and there was nothing I could do. His mom, my cat Arrow pleaded with me to help Pikachu and I tried my best but it was too late. I know death well, I know the signs because my mother died in front of me and once I tried to save a man’s life and he died in front of me… A cat dying is the same… We all die the same… Our other cat, Rinkhals disappeared last night. I have no words… She is probably dead too… Continue reading “Pikachu”
“Many of the truths that we cling to depend on our point of view.”
-Obi-Wan Kenobi(Episode VI: Return of the Jedi)
One of the worst things we can ever throw away is our sense of wonder. If we cannot wake up each day and allow ourselves a moment of wonder how dull and boring will we become? When I wake up, every day I spend a moment, spanning from 15 minutes to an hour looking for something new and exciting. I go to YouTube and type in a word and see where the videos lead me. Continue reading “The Force is with you?”
“Go then, there are other worlds than these.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger
What is perception? If we live in a box our whole lives without crawling out and learning about the world do we just become cardboard versions of ourselves. There is so much more to see than the limitations set to us by the world we grew up in. Continue reading “Perceptions”
Tomorrow is Summer Solstice for us Pagans in the South, and Winter Solstice for the Pagans in the North. I wonder how many Christians, Muslims etc will wish us a Blessed Solstice…
I wonder how many of us Pagans, will wish the Christians Merry Christmas. Continue reading “A time to bless”
A cat, I am told, has nine lives. If that is true, I know how a cat feels. Caryl Chessman
People are strange when it comes to cats. People who love cats, people who hate cats, people that are allergic to cats but still love them and idiots that hate cats just because they are allergic to cats. I love cats but I am allergic to some of them. I can never understand why people hate animals just because of an allergy. A healthy respectful fear, that I can understand but it is not as if it is the cats fault that you have a health problem. Continue reading “On Cats”
Daar is niks aakliger as om op ‘n Maandag oggend wakker te word met die verkeerde bed maatjie in die bed nie. Nou vra julle seker ‘Wolfie, het jy ‘n vrou ontmoet laasnag en is sy so verskriklik?’…
Nee, ek is nie so wild nie en die bed maatjie waarvan en nou praat is ‘n subtiele bliksem wat mens bekruip en al die energie uit ‘n mens tap. Dit gee nie om of jy ‘n deadline by die werk het nie en dit wil jou met ‘n mag bed to sleep. Dit wil jou vasser druk in die bed as daai arme man in die Stephen King boek ‘Misery’ waar die skrywer ‘n gyselaar van ‘n obsessiewe bewonderaar was. Dit is erger as ‘n stalker.
Die bliksem wat my bed toe wil dwing is griep. Julle almal ken griep. Dit diskrimineer nie, dit ontvoer man en vrou, kind en oumens na hulle eie bed, jy hoes, jy het pyn, jy bewe en jy voel asof jy wil dood gaan.
Hoe veg julle die evil diaboliese vyhand griep? Gee my ‘n paar tips.
(c) 2016 allen simpson