Blood, Sucker

I trusted you, I trusted you with the very depths of my being, showed you the shining core that was my soul. I traded my last shirt off my back, gave you my last morsel of food. When everyone doubted you and threw you in a pit for the swine, I picked you up and told you that you are worthy.

and you?

you betrayed me?

You waited until I slept, bound me and you sold me like a trinket from a merchant’s stall.

All I ever did was love you.

So I bit your neck and drank your blood… Hey, you can turn into a bat.

You are a vampire now, grow up.

it is just blood, sucker

(c) 2014 allen simpson

a twist on “vampires”

dirty perch

dirty perch

i am waiting on a pedestal

i was put up high in the clouds

where pigeons can mess on me

and i become forgotten in the sun

once i was a hero, i was someone long ago

now i am just a dirty perch for a sombre crow

surrounded by sticks and stones

there is no-one here

even the dead left me alone

just me and my broken wings i fear

i am waiting on a pedestal

i was put up high in the clouds

of dust…

just waiting…

for no-one

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Wish Forge

a lone star falls from the sky

I catch it from the corner of my eye

and forge a wish from embers in my heart

for happiness and love

to all in my life

the night is quiet but a gentle breeze carries my wish

and the Universe catch it with

warm open arms…

(c)2011 Allen Simpson

for you, and you, and that other one with the broom, yes you! All my friends. Love Allen

stitches

a man that lost everything

his only companion, sorrow

left in snow and ice

yet his bones void of marrow

constructed in a lab

made up from many parts

born from lightning

yet not of the light

does he have a soul

this abnormal creation?

he is but stitches and unfamiliar flesh

he is whole, created from broken

an abomination so gentle

yet no man wanted him alive

when he was born somewhere a god cried

the day when natural laws were crucified

an Adam born of many men

now far away in snow and ice

does he still live?

was he ever alive?

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Based on the Frankenstein's Monster by the book of Mary Shelley 'Frankenstein' and inspired by the music of Blind Guardian

witch hunts

witch hunts in woods

for feathers and stones

only in company of crows

barefooted and painted toes

tonight there will be a circle

ancient names to be called

in a circle so scared

no evil can cross it's threshold

witch hunts in the woods

for signs and wonders

and finds them in

the whisper of winds

and the bark of trees

the only sound, the song of bees

she is in a trance

she is already dancing a sacred dance

witch hunts in the forest

she uses no weapons of war

she uses the pure of her heart

and the wisdom of the spirit

she is feared for her art

but she is of gentle heart

a witch hunting in the forest

a priestess of mysteries...

(c) 2014 allen simpson

What you eat

The tale was never told of what

happened to them that

burned the ginger house down

with the wicked woman

that foul cannibal

they called a witch

just breadcrumbs that no-one followed

except a girl that thought it odd

that even the crows would not

touch those crumbs

in the dark dark wood

she saw the two

Hansel had glowing green eyes

Gretel fangs like a cursed beast

and in their hands

ribs of that old ginger bread witch...

what if, what you eat

you become....

(c) 2014 allen Simpson

Photo copyright Allen SImpson & Hanneliese Bredell

Dissolve

In restless years I held so clear

what life should be, I fear

I was wrong and I was right

tried to change my heart and fight

now I dissolve in retrospect

I am the cause and the affect

I am a soul in transition

the gift of time became my curse

my reasoning adverse

wisdom lost in a fool's playground

I am dissolved

hidden in obsure memories

I cast my soul out to the four corners

seeking absolvement in the dust

I feed your lust...

I am master of my own end...

(c) 2012 allen Simpson