People hate, scorn, outcast or deem things evil or satanic if they don’t understand them. We were all put on this Earth different, showing that the Creator/Great Spirit have a great sense of humor but we as humans lack that sense of humor. Lees voort “assumptions”
“You are a soul, wearing a meat suit. How you look does not define you. You are not fat, you have fat. Do not let petty words define the beauty of you, who you really are. Be healthy, be you, be a soul not a label. You are beautiful.”
with love,
Wolfie
Copyright (c) 2016 Allen ‘Wolfie’ Simpson
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
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
she is my end
her phantasmagoric eyes
…so haunting
and they are lies…
her dreams bleed into mine
I become her vessel
I try to run but the sign
of freedom is so…
unclear…
and I awake in an old cold sweat
on a fear-drenched bed
and she shows me her face…
oh gods, her face…
(c)2012 Allen Simpson
dedicated to Perdita
inspired by H.P. Lovecraft
Do you often find yourself at night, wandering the empty streets of Silence? Lees voort “reality of silence”
life is not just to survive
life is about being alive
it is a contact with the soul
and the small print is too easily forgotten
there in states:
“Yes, you must learn from mistakes
attain wisdom no-matter how long it takes”
but also written almost hidden
because of the opinionated eye
there is also written:
“Find what makes you happy
try to live a life with no regret
and always try to take your smile to bed.
When the contact ends and you die
even with that last breath
rise above all dark dusty thoughts
and soar….
So live life to the fullest
forgive yourself and others
and find small even inconsequential little things
to smile about…”
If only we would read that part
but alas, our eyes have forgotten sometimes
how to read with the beating loving heart….
(c) 2015 Allen Simpson
Photo taken at the Voortrekker Monument, Pretoria
Photo Copyrighted to Hanneliese Bredell and Allen Simpson
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
rots swaar skouer pyn
jukvol pyn groef erodeer
Atlas ewig seer
mis jou vanaand
jou heuwels en valleie
jou stilte intiem
hare waterval hartlangs
in my diepste onthou see
verlange laste
op my skouers ver van jou
sleur my ewig mee
(c) allen simpson
nota: die Atlas in my gedig verwys na die Griekse legende van die Titaan Atlas wat die wêreld op sy skouers dra
Foto geneem te Voortrekkermonument Pretoria
Foto Kopiereg (c) 2015 Allen en Hanneliese
thin line
between the seen and unseen
where sight and blindness combine
awake and asleep
thin line
a threshold
towards discord or harmony
truth or mythology
you and me
(c) 2004 Allen Simpson
dry dry heart are you beating still
dried up with the bitter pill
forgot to weep, just dust flowing
there is an ill-wind blowing
give me the rain and I’ll drown you
give a flood and I’ll teach you to swim
give me a compass and I will guide you
there are stars on earth too, baby
honey did you loose your sweetness
did you forget the sound of a smile
there is a cracked road on your thirsty lips
we have long to go before we can drink
so give me the rain and I’ll drown you
give a flood and I’ll teach you to swim
give me a compass and I will guide you
there are stars on earth too, baby
the sky’s too dark for you now
my little blind bat
(c) 2015 allen simpson
somehow I blame the musicof Clan of Xymox… I don’t know why
wolfshadowwhispers 
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