Biography of B.. Alexander
'All I do is write - when nothing I do is right...'
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B.. Alexander Poems
Crying In Your Wedding Dress
The roads always run wet this time of year Not with rain - with tears Crying in your wedding dress Tearing your hair out
A Kiss From A Stranger
Those voices on the stairs, they whisper poems Like those eyes in the mirror, they aren't mine There are hands in my bed, pushing me out That conversation with my father, it wasn't real
On Sunday night you let those feelings flow Confronted me with your wish to change The course of our lives for ever more That the path will fork and we must part
Act Of War
She looks at me, then at the ground Speaks an awkward 'hello' Then a slow 'goodbye' I turn to face the road
An Actor Writes From His Dressing Room.....
The room turns cold on my entry Chilled by the endless winter in my heart
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
So I claim that one is all I'll ever need So I pretend I never think of two or three So I suggest that more would just be greed So I'm an adult now
Kicked A Dog To Death
When that hound Came around The first time It was wagging its tail
And The Winner Is...
I've nothing in my head anymore it all fell out and hit the ground broken into shards and swept away
You Must Change Your Life
Facing up to our responsibilities And our maturaties Is not a subject, on which I can preach (You must change your life)
There exists a God in your body A deity in you somewhere All who look upon you, they become Detached from what they thought they knew
There is a place And I think you've been there Where the waves lap back out to sea And what comes down goes back up
There Is No Heaven
Lonely children grow and shed their fears So I knew I would, one of these years Some unholy sights I've presided over All of them, obscured by the camera
I may have never wanted for luck It appeared to come freely enough to me In those early times, before I knew Just how greatly it is valued
Act Of War
She looks at me, then at the ground
Speaks an awkward 'hello'
Then a slow 'goodbye'
I turn to face the road
She turns to face the house
And in the air
A thousand silent screams rings out
Never speak of endings