Simon Quperlier

Simon Quperlier Nov 2013

My mind is clogged, it can no longer filter thoughts, I'm now like a living dead, I'm my own slave, you made a confession, you unplucked your feigned feathers and you whispered you were not an angel, you were the demon that never hurt, the phantom that would be my guardian angel, the demonic girl that needed affection, then I asked you, why me? You exercised your spell on me and made me believe I'm the true documentation of hell's beauty, oh demon, you have possessed me, you have confined me in these unbreakable cages, you want us to wed in the fires of hell, you want us to burn the bibles and qurans, break the crosses and crucifixes, then sacrifice the reverends on the church altars, now I'm seeking justice, I'm trying to call upon the holy spirit, I'm trying to imbibe the holy wine, and if God won't water down my distress with blood of Jesus, then the noose is the only option.

Simon Quperlier Oct 2013

Son Don't Compare Yourself With Them

(Son)
Mom where did my daddy go to
Why does my best friend have a daddy
And why do we feed on plants everyday
Are we of the same species as the cows
At the back-yard
You only serve me with a cup
Of milk as a beverage
Why are their beverages bottled
His mom is healthy
You always complain of Kidney problem
Why mother?
(Mother)
Son is it a contract that you signed
A contract that you are obligated
Of a posh life
Look at my C-section scar
I was on the verge of embracing dimentia
Your father died as a strong but poor man
He was shot because he wanted
To save your innocent life
The only fortune he left were
The two cows that you see
Should we slaughter them
So you can have the beef
Remember my child
The milk is our only source of income
And about my deteriorating health
My dear you had a kidney transplant
And I had to give you one of my kidneys
So child always live your life
And accept your condition
And most importantly don't
Compare yourself with them.

Simon Quperlier Oct 2013

Greedy Disbelievers

They've sold their souls in the midst of humility
and super-pervaded occult, they've sacrificed
people just to get that fancy car, and that
mansion like paradise, and all that glamors on the
face of multi-universe, they are living in the era of
self-aggrandizement, and more doubtfully
contemplate christianity, they moved a step
further to promote atheism, the concept of
humanistic thought have been overthrown, and
decisions made under the philosophy of
postmodernity, depictions of reality are mystical
and emanate from the dark prisms, their
conception of glorification is different from the
society's, therefore I'm hateful and watching as
the world slowly chokes itself to death.

Simon Quperlier Oct 2013

Father Gone, Mama and Kids Now Suffer

The boys in tattered clothes huddle in streets like
bees
So primitive and uncivilized they don't even know
what an iPhone is
Looking famished hands stretched and standing
on their knees
Unfolded palms begging from the men in suits
and ladies in heels
Hoping the heavenly grace may fall on them so
they can find bliss
Their mama at home suckling the young kids
With their dark flopping ******* which produce
milk like beads
The father is dead the uncles are nowhere, who is
responsible for the needs?
So she sends the small boys to the streets where
poverty recedes
They get the few collected coins and buy flour
which their mama make the dough she kneads
These kids with their mama don't know about
education
They never go to school or work so everyday is a
vacation
Bitterness engulfing their lives and can never
avoid depression
****** insanity and malnutrition because of diet
ration
It's miserable to watch such beautiful beings
suffer in frustration
Why can't me and you reach out for them, or all
of us as a nation?

Simon Quperlier Oct 2013

Sitting Under The Family Tree

My grandma planted a seed of joy, and it grew to be a family tree, but prior to the remarkable development, my grandpa nurtured the seed with wisdom, and every morning the foliage sprouted, with a promising colour of chlorophyll, unpollinated flowers danced in their purity, the flowers of kismet and blessings, as if haunted, bees never huddled, except butterflies like tiny angels, which anointed the stem, so it could grow longer and stronger, no whirlwind could sweep it away, the branches and twigs have become mature now, mature enough to hold the fruits, fruits endowed with wisdom, and I'm one with the gift of poetry, now my grandparents are seated, under the roots of the family tree, ensuring it's never faliing.

Simon Quperlier Oct 2013

I Love You Regardless

I heard your soulful cry, my queen of sad smiles,
so I painted my Kingdom yellow, your favorite
colour that siphon ecstasy from the channel that
plug into heaven, I tried to imbibe harmony or
rather sermon, you called it spreading the gospel,
I tried to be your surgeon, fixing your repeatedly
impaled heart under your broken ribcage, but
you termed me amateurish, so I besought poetic
justice, all these tears for you, and for what? I can
only translate my feelings in writings, now you
call it going Adelle, all in all you are a living
documentation of beauty and its manifestations,
and I love you.

Simon Quperlier Oct 2013

Love Me Through Poetry

When was the last time a man spilled some ink
for you,
I know at the beach he made you trot with one
shoe,
It was all fun and romantic when he drew the
tattoo,
Of a unicorn and a buffalo slow dancing in the
zoo,
You gently whispered you loved him and his
voodoo,
I never had any mechanism to enrapture your
heart,
When he drove you around in the darkest street,
My ploy was poetic but you always fell for dark
myths,
And you loved the tradition of men with beads,
I've been singing the mantra hoping you'll get
the hint,
Your sweet memories are now dead and gone,
Of you flicking the cigarette on his back bone,
When you never had an ash tray at the lawn,
Yesterday you knocked on my door before dawn,
You said I'm sorry I had your poems withdrawn,
But I love you and wouldn't wish to live alone.