John Alexander Alegre
John Alexander Alegre Poems
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.
One Side Of The Scales
The loneleness of night, is so very still,
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.
You're all I ever wanted, my eyes belonged to you, now my mind is flustered, cause I thought what we had was true.
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.
Your lips are like wine your beauty runs deep you are meant to be mine you're the only one i want to keep
Without A Care In The World
This world has turned to waste, a fortune is all everyone wants to taste, it rots their mind as they turn on their kind, chasing that fortune with great haste.
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.
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow...
I’ve watched the day turn into night I’ve watched the night turn into day
Here I stand, surrounded by fog A fog so dense the moons light cannot be seen
What Once Was Is No More
Gravity has released me, as I float away I look back and see the moon, beautiul as ever and know that my presence there will not be missed. I leave this place empty handed, I went there without it, never earned it, so I leave here with nothing, weightlesly drifting away into the void.
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,
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.
Time is all we ever really own, it takes everything we have from us, it strips us down to the very bone, and takes those away who made a fuss.
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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.
The song of the Universe is inside of us all,
uniting all life on this tiny blue ball,
we're all brothers and sisters and should be as one,
coming together to get the impossible done.
Our spiral ladders aren't the same,
yet we all feel similar pain,
we all laugh and cry we all bleed and die,
there's not much difference between you and I.
These shells we walk about in ...