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downward spiral

Lost Monarchs

Who rules over the land?

Lost monarchs in a land of the dead
Crawling around like blind baby mice
Who dares to think they are gods of chance
Throwing the dice that never lands Continue reading “Lost Monarchs”

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Faith is a dead sun.

I am waiting in the dark
I wonder if my faith in you will come back
(I hear the sound of a bleeding heart)
faith used to shine but now it is a dead sun
I want to believe that it will shine again

seven billion suffering
at war with itself
humanity needs to breathe
and still faith is a dead sun

I pretend I am alive
my soul bleeds and I touch the gaping wound
I worry that the blood won’t stop
I cannot breathe and I am waiting in the dark

I understand faith used to be alive
but now faith is a dead sun

I dream that it will resurrect itself
I try to summon it back to me
I hope it can hear me
will the dead sun come alive?
We are waiting in the dark

seven billion suffering
at war with itself
humanity needs to breathe
and still faith is a dead sun

(C) 2016 Allen Simpson

Photo was taken at the Smuts House, Irene

Photo by Hanneliese Bredell

Photo Design by Allen Simpson

frozen heart

The sour taste of yesterdays
burns, my love, burns within
I feel regrets grating me
yet if it is you, I want more

roses old and blackened
wilted, lost, still lying on my floor
(petals scattered like discarded memories)
my mind is a broken door
wish you could come take a peak
(and see that it is still you I adore)

too much ashes where the fire once burned
too much dust settled and there is no wind
just echoes of lost sweet nothings
that you tenderly lied to me, my dear

my only treasure I could have given
(it is not beating anymore)
my heart is now cold in winter
I will see you never more

(c) 2015 allen simpson

Inspired by the movie “frozen’ and the music of The Cure

dead sirens

dead sirens

within two sparks of thought collide
and spark, like the crackle of electric manifestation
primal eclectic thoughts from the breast of the mind
suckled there like the kittens from the teats of their mother
something growls, thoughts want to be expressed
words want to be uttered
but beasts cannot speak
beasts cannot be heard
the world is death and dumb and forgot to listen
the only words left are folded green paper
that pink monkeys hand to each other
enslaved….

oh pink monkeys, where are your ears
green paper has spoken only one word named ‘greed’
and you translate it to ‘necessity’
you can only listen to its siren call
yet end up one day naked, without nothing
in ashes or a wooden box

(c) 2015 Allen Simpson

Madness

December you vampire, you murderer, you tiresome leech that steal our energy at the end of the year. We are all so tired, the year has taken all our energy, we just want to break free and get away. Leave our homes, get away from work so that we can relax.

December we are so afraid of you because this is the time when people cannot cope, suicides soar high, higher than any other month in certain areas of the word. December, some people are sad. The house at Christmas is getting emptier as family members become more alienated from each other.

Years ago the tables nearly broke because of all the food, now the prices are so high that there are people with just a bread for Christmas. December there are hobos on the street, there are poor people living in cars, there are old people without children that, because they are never visited, there even are children abandoned by parents….

It is madness… It is a mad world….

(c) 2015 Allen Simpson

Emptiness is Nothing

emptiness

Nothing whispers so sweetly
As the hollows of emptiness
Dreadful little words

The word ‘Promise’
So ugly
So void
Just an oath to wait for Nothing
And Nothing always happen

Something just happens to someone else
Not me…

(C) 2013 allen simpson

Written during a whole week of no electricity when we waited and waited for the Municipality to ficx the power.

Artwork” ’emptiness’ by Allen Wolfie Simpson

flower child lament

flower child lament

in the garden of ashes, where even a rainbow falls
even there blooms a wildflower amidst death’s halls
we have fought for king and country, so many we have slain
tore flesh and soul asunder in a wretched name

tell me is it god’s work to kill a little child?
is it justifying this, doing this horror in a name?
will I go to heaven priest, or will I get eternal flame?

I used to believe in good but good has left my soul
my hands stained with ‘holy work’ scream, that I am to blame
I could fall on my sword, but suicide is a sin
oh church what is this dark path, you’ve let the devil in

in the garden of ashes, where even a rainbow falls
even there blooms a wildflower amidst death’s halls
at my feet she clutched the flower still waiting bloom
in god’s name I have killed a future to ruin…

If a child should be murdered in the name of a god, is that god worth my prayers?

(c) 2015 allen simpson
dedicated to the many children killed in the name of a god or church just because they believed in another belief system.

delusional parasitosis

you, see in others just infection
you, makes us carriers of disease
because you trust not in the goodness
inherent in the soul
you, quote your favourite verses
from a self-made holy tome
you, are driven, insane

your delusional parasitosis
burns your skin and eat your soul
so focused on sin you see not the goodness
and your kindness, a poison of rot under the skin

you, live in make-belief constructs
a labyrinth of reclusive beliefs
you, lost all hope in mankind
your own messiah-complex makes you blind
you, focus too much on damnation
and forget the gift, the salvation
so driven, so insane

your delusional parasitosis
burns your skin and eat your soul
so focused on sin you see not the goodness
and your kindness, a poison of rot under the skin

you run, but it is only ruin you find in the end

(c) 2015 allen simpson
inspired by an episode of Criminal Minds
Wondering what Delusional Parasitosis is? Here is a link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delusional_parasitosis

wallpaper

to you i am a face
a wallpaper in ‘n ruined house
you see only the cracks
my smile is lost to you

the light is so dim in the ruined house
and i am hidden from your blind eye
because you chose to see only in light
and forgotten what treasures in darkness may lie

i am but a Mona Lisa forgotten on a wall
while in louvre my doppelgänger smiles
at fools with blinded minds

(c) 2013 allen simpson

Needle meets I

Desperate
I burn
cold flesh aflame by bad choices
my body skeletal forged in a dark place
my disgrace
one last breath, free from infection
spoonful of sugar
burning candle
torn and broken I bind
the tournaquet
around my arm, around my soul
bubbles in my spoon
bubbles in my mind
syringe draws golden death
seeking veins in desperation
heroin
siren
needle meets I

(c) 2012 allen simpson
syringes don’t kill people. Heroin kills people… or something like that… cherish life..

Prayers and a Shotgun

prayers and a shotgun

void empty words
gathering like clouds
until a mock crescendo of thunder
spit the words
like seeds from the mouth
and they grow

prayers,
and a shotgun of faith
nails
and a hammer of lies
good bye

(C) 2013 allen simpson

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