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Best Poems From
B.. ALEXANDER
('81)
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Do Not Throw Your Poems Away
Do not throw your poems away
For we know not how long we'll stay
And in this life, long or short
We mush own something we have not bought
Aim high with what you choose to say
Detailing every inch of night and day
And in this life, long or short
Your mind is kept alive in thought
(2008)
B.. Alexander
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Don't Look Into Her Eyes
I wish I could be as naive as you
Some times, just watching the world
Like it's some bible story
A morality tale, where we do no wrong
How I wish it was like that
But I grew up in the real world
A northern child from a broken home
And I saw what people do
And I heard what people think
It doesn't shock me
It doesn't surprise me
I understand that people sin
Yeah, and I join in...
So when you pull that face
Of shear disgust and hate
I’m more surprised by your reaction
Than what the man has done
So close your mouth
And settle down
Yeah people degrade themselves
And if that's what they want
Then let them, let them
But when you read these words
You'll be stunned that I write anything
You're unable to believe
That I can create as well as you
It shouldn't shock you
It shouldn't surprise you
Just understand that people sing
Yeah, and I join in!
B.. Alexander
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Echoes for Answers
A paracetamol-tablet moon hangs in the sky
Dispensing silver outlines to the structures
It helps to slowly ease my headache
In this graveyard of a city
Wrapped in the cloak of a lunar prince
Where each building is a headstone
Representing each life asleep within
This night is a cell of lonely spirits
Chasing me through hungry houses
In Cul-de-Sacs of gold and green
Ghosts of all the compromises I have made
Each limitation I let her impose is here
With faces drawn and eyes alive
Forcing me to make the cut, this time...
So I promise them I'll do it; and I'm alone
Leaning on the railings of a bridge down town
Screaming my demands into the bitter air
I'm well aware, the answers are not there
Like bottles that once help parchment messages
All I'll find here are the repeating echoes
Any Words that return are just my own
That voice I know so well, screaming back at me
So perhaps instead, it's somewhere in ink
Black and white pronouncements of identity
Stating who she is and what she wants
And from that document of existence
I could contrast our central view-points
To deduce the probability of eternity
Now, in the dust of a quiet, resting lane
I breathe beneath a white phosphor glow
Filling my steaming lungs with icy air
I let a solitary dropp of liquid fall
From my eyes as I examine again
The stolen pages of her diary I hold here
Their leaves curling in my shaking hands
Well, I know now where I should be going
To a place I haven't been for years
Sobriety and consciousness collide there
It offers up the things I crave now
That she could never have given me
Acceptance, understanding and opportunity
The space and encouragement to create
Something...anything...
As long as I have the possibility
To make something, anything
Anything at all...
B.. Alexander
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Eclipses
Do not fool yourself into thinking
All is lost when it is not
True endings are very rare indeed
You must be sure of which kind you have
Do not lay your tools down for nothing
Keep the hammer and the saw held tight
It may not be a failed delivery
It may not yet be night
These times are mere eclipses
Moments of pure black
So quick they come and go
They don't stay to unpack
I see you cut your arm
In the sudden panic
You're fighting to stay sane
Lows battle with the manic
Don't lose your head for nothing
Hold tooth and nail to reality
Even when the sky's this dark
Open eyes can still see!
These times are mere eclipses
Moments of think darkness
So fast they fall and rise
Before we even notice
(2008)
B.. Alexander
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