John Alexander Alegre
John Alexander Alegre Poems
My soul is a wasteland littered with the ruins of my emotions, the sun doesn't shine here anymore, the moon no longer visits this place, these things are but a memory.
One Side Of The Scales
The loneleness of night, is so very still,
You're all I ever wanted, my eyes belonged to you, now my mind is flustered, cause I thought what we had was true.
Light and sound is all that we are, tiny vibrations that have travelled so far, little strings dancing about, in an impossible space of which there is no longer doubt.
Your lips are like wine your beauty runs deep you are meant to be mine you're the only one i want to keep
Beyond My Comprehension
This confuses me, this isn't how its meant to be,
Drifting through space, floating about in complete darkness. Images, flashes from the past fly by, some are warm whilst others are as though buried in snow.
Will this ever end? Will my mind ever cease to bend? The deep corruption of the worlds ways can leave one thinking for days. Nothing is what it seems,
I feel the moon shine down upon me, I feel its light reach deep down into my soul. But the light isn't real, It's merely the sun reflecting off it.
I remember standing in the moonlight, I still rememeber that gorgeous light, I miss it's touch upon me, I miss that shining light.
Just a Little More
I want to feel what can't be seen, I'm gone now cause I can't, what I felt with you I'd never felt before, I wish I could have just a little more.
I wish I could see the Moon tonight, I wish I could be bathing in it's light, I want to reach out and touch it, but i can't reach anything from the bottom of this pit.
You see whats wrong with the world but you don't care, I waste my breath while you fix your hair, must you wait untill the last leaf falls, before you realise that the 'Iron Fist' is tightening it's claws.
The love I saw in your eyes, was nothing more than a clever disguise, I was just a resource to you, I find it hard to believe anything you said was true.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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My soul is a wasteland littered with the ruins of my emotions,
the sun doesn't shine here anymore,
the moon no longer visits this place,
these things are but a memory.
Dark clounds make good on their promise of rain,
lighting strikes but I am immune naught for the pain,
to my disdain through this overwhelming pain all I want to know is why.