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Sometimes I feel the moon

sometimes I feel the moon
sometimes I feel the moon

sometimes I feel the moon
when I am human but not human
when I am a wolf but not a wolf
I feel the moon

sometimes I feel drawn
to that pale round skeletal pearl in the sky
in the quiet night when all is asleep
and the silence echoes until you feel deaf
I look up to that pearl
something in me breaks loose
a howl builds up
I call to the moon
dogs in the neighborhood joins in
we sing
gooseflesh ripples on my skin
I feel the change

sometimes I feel the moon
when I am human but a wolf
when I am a wolf but human
I feel the moon

my feet died, now my paws run on the grass
my tail whips in the air behind me
my nose smells things the human nose never knew
my ears hear pitches long lost to human ears.

my what big ears I got – better to hear a deer
I run to look for it
soon I find I am not alone
a pack hunts with me
we see the deer
we hunt…

In the morning I wake up naked, pink, human
and I miss the moon

Even then sometimes I feel the moon
when I am human and the wolf sleeps
when the wolf sleeps and I am fragile
I still feel the moon…

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson

dedicated to my wolfkin

Anti-Gravity syndrome

You feel it
and pull away
emotions leading
you astray
this moment you are
captivated
but somehow
you drift away

you are a firefly
in a freak wind
you are in an
anti-gravity situation
you are the random thought
scattered in frequencies
lost…

you pull away
yet you want to stay
you want to drown
you want to breathe
you want an anchor
but the fact remains…

anti-gravity syndrome…

copyrighted (c) 2013 Allen Simpson

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

No new dawn for me

woven are the days into night
broken are the patterns devoid of light
dusk I begin to rise but for me, dawn has died
no new dawn for me just an eternal night

waking from the shadows far from the day
outside I am sure the light shines
but its flames will just burn me away
it is not as if I turned from the sun

a sanguine kiss caressed my being
I became lost to light, into the night
days and blue sky flutter by
dusk is all I have, no new dawn for me

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson
hehehehe another vampire poem

Photo was taken at Irene Concentration Camp Cemetary
Photo by Hanneliese Bredell
Photo redesign by Allen Simpson

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

all is never lost

Stormie

all is never lost
it is just waiting
the right time, right place
like little gifts coming back
do not grief over things
that might return again one day
do not give up on love
it is never gone
just a little pinch away

all is never lost
look back
you will see
in millions of your memories
there always was an invisible hand
clutching yours
guiding you
and you found your light again
even in darkest days

all is never lost
your hand is never empty
you may not see it
but hope is always there

(c) 2015 allen simpson
for Mary Kathleen Davenport
for the little things from her big heart and the big things from her giving soul

Band of the Month: Porcupine Tree (Part 4)

Every Tuesday I focus on a band or artist and play a music video featuring them. This month we listen to Porcupine Tree, an English progessive rock band.

About today’s video: it is a beautifully crafted song that fits the song like a glove

This Tuesday’s song: Porcupine Tree – Lazarus

Genre: Progressive Rock

Video:

Lyrics:

As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue
And says Lees voort “Band of the Month: Porcupine Tree (Part 4)”

Band of the Month: Porcupine Tree (Part 3)

Every Tuesday I focus on a band or artist and play a music video featuring them. This month we listen to Porcupine Tree, an English progessive rock band.

About today’s video: We have another train-themed song today. The song writer explained the song meaning:

“First of all, I live by some train tracks.
In the summer time, a few years ago, I met a girl who I spent a lot of time with, and who ended up being my first real ‘love’. We had a lot of good times together, but I knew, in the long run, we’d never really be able to be together, and I’d probably never see her again. Needless to say, I was simultaneous more happy and more sad during that summer than any other time in my life. My cousin always used to come over and spend the night during the summer, and he came over for a few days one week after a week where I’d spent every day with that girl and told her everything I was thinking and all that.
So my cousin and I stayed up all night talking about girls and various things like some sort of cheesy scene in a coming-of-age movie from the 80s. The following night, when we actually tried to sleep, I was woken up around midnight by the sound of that freaking train rolling through.
So here I am, three years later thinking that always the summers are slipping away. I need to find me a way for making them stay.”

This Tuesday’s song: Porcupine Tree – Trains

Genre: Progressive Rock

Video:

Lyrics:

Train set and match spied under the blind
Shiny and contoured the railway winds
And I’ve heard the sound from my cousin’s bed
The hiss of the train at the railway head Lees voort “Band of the Month: Porcupine Tree (Part 3)”

Band of the Month : Porcupine Tree (Part 2)

Every  Tuesday I  focus on a band or artist and play a music video featuring them. This month we listen to Porcupine Tree, an English progessive rock band.

About today’s video: “The video is dedicated to Arielle Daniel, a girl who was killed by a train in November 12, 2005, at the age of seventeen, together with a friend of her, Heather Bates, who was fourteen years old. Arielle was a big Porcupine Tree fan who founded the band’s MySpace Group. The accident occurred when the girls were taking photos on the rails. Both were from Oak Creek, Wisconsin. During a show at Milwaukee, Wisconsin, in June 2, 2007, her family were present among the audience, so Steven Wilson paid tribute to them, saying “This is for Arielle” just before the band played “Blackest Eyes” which was her favourite song. That night, “Way Out of Here” was performed without showing the video on the screen. The girl in the video, has gotten positive feedback both from Arielle Daniels father, and from her friends, who thanked her, and said she did a good job.” Information: YouTube (To listen to Blackest Eyes click on the word above, it is a link)

This Tuesday’s song: Porcupine Tree – Way Out Of Here

Genre: Progressive Rock

Video:

Lyrics:

Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it’s getting late Lees voort “Band of the Month : Porcupine Tree (Part 2)”

when

brooding in the shadows, words swimming in my mind
this ephemeral silence outside do not reflect in kind
the maelstrom of words, turning tides to storms within

epiphanies evade me as I contemplate the means
in which to answer the questions left in my dreams
these harbingers whispering like leaves in the wind

the solace is sweet only in the dead of sleep
when dreams do not come at the bitter hours of night
how can I dance to this languorous tune
that left me beating at my own heart.

when? A simple question
when, when will I see her again…

(c) 2015 allen simpson

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