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Best Poems From
B.. ALEXANDER
('81)
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Stalled on the Motorway
I've been picturing
I've been imagining
This night
For years since I last saw you
Why don't you
Why don't you say the things
That I wanted you to
I've been creating
I've been dreaming
This moment
In your absense, but
You don't look quite
You don't speak quite
Like I wanted you to
Nine years of longing
Nine years of planning
Now that it's happening
You don't feel quite
You don't seem quite
Like I wanted you to
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do anymore
Pinned all my hope on you
Been pinning all my hope on you
Like I thought
You wanted me to do
I'm stalled on the motorway
Between all I used to know
And all I was headed for
I'm stalled on the motorway
Not headed anywhere, anymore...
(2009)
B.. Alexander
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Stop Pretending
Maybe we should stop pretending
Admit defeat, give in to this
Why drag out this forced separation
When we both know how this will end
We claim we need to find ourselves
When in truth I'm no one without you
I dream of a lover so warm and true
But we both know that's all in you
Let's stop pretending, darling
Take my hand in yours
And lead me home
Let's stop pretending now
I could hold you close at night again
We could find a balance to our lives
There's no reason to waste more time
When we both know what's meant to be
So much denial it's hard to see the truth
Escape just seemed so obvious a path
But now we're nowhere and finding out
There is no other happy way for us
Let's stop pretending, darling
I'll take your hand in mine
And lead you back home
Let's stop pretending now
Let's just go home
I'm so tired
Let's stop pretending, darling
Let's just go home...
B.. Alexander
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String Theory
I have always been a time-traveler of sorts
Always searching memories for feeling
In the absence of any immediate emotion
I look back or I look ahead and reel
In regret, in loss, or love gone
The only things I truly understand
These days though; the pull is greater
Now I walk old streets, with old thoughts
And old songs playing and I go back
I'm jumped from the present into the past
Old shops and pubs long since demolished
Line the pavements I'm marching down
I see faces from my youth, young again
Standing in school uniforms waiting for buses
So many things I want to say to them
But just like before I stand in silence
Just like before I waste the moment...
B.. Alexander
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Summer
Happiness at what price
Is it wrong to question something so long in coming
And now finally material, should I not worry
Of the cost, or the future it may afford me
If I am to sustain this pearly present
Is it wrong to expect an ending
Or a faltering or failing
Of a feeling that I'm truly feeling fully
And only for the first time
But it's my wrongs that I do cling to
When the joy is over-cast by sadness
It's the questioning that lets me carry on
Brings me some hope; that things may change
Happiness at what price, then
Now I am happier than I have ever been before
But on what fault-lines does this building stand
How strong are these foundations
Can it really take my weight?
And like the summer that I've been waiting on
Now, this happiness could last or it could crash
So I do try to love it and to make the most
But like this summer, it could turn and leave me bitter
Oh I am right to be worried
When I know what I have done
So I will take a coat with me
When I go down to the beach
And wrong or right, I want this thing to last
This happiness, this summer, this loving light
And wrong or right, I'll work to make it last
This happiness, this summer, this loving light
(2007)
B.. Alexander
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