H E Alexander

We walked along
through evening hills,
one hand beheld one hand
and talked in the shadows
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From there atop our Christmas tree
she sits each year for you and me,
her angel eyes have watched and seen
the making of our Yuletide scene.
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Bamber is a frisky cat
He's only got one eye,
He lost the other in a roof-top brawl
With an ugly, flea-bitten guy.
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Darkness, that's all there is left here,
No, nothing; nothing to live for.
You, who cannot see through your tears;
There is no light left anymore.
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The fallow fields of empty dreams
engulf my mind with barren schemes,
drying my thoughts like arid streams.
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We stared, just stood.
Rain diluting the red blood
as it flowed
from the grey,
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There is a cat, a cat I know
That's black as soot and as white as snow,
A cat so fat, a cat so large,
He lives inside a large garage.
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My eyes lost their will to look away,
my thoughts their power to refrain;
enticed into your blue corral, I yield.
You took me where I could never be,
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My heart is so free, my head is so light,
Everything I see is bathed in pure white.
I'll dance you my dance, I'll sing you my song,
My mind's in a trance where my dreams belong.
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Your skin is a different colour to mine, so I will blow out your brains.
I will cut your throat because you talk with a tongue that I don't understand.
I will strangle you with my bare hands until you breathe not one breath more.
Just because you are from a neighbouring land.
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I peer into your soul on this jaundice stained page
with every beautiful word that I read.
You raise me so high on your vair hung silk stage,
then your nib scores so deep that your sadness bleeds.
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My limbs ache, I am tired. I could try to swim,
but in which direction; where do I go from here?
I keep my head above water, but only just above,
assisted by my shirt swelled with pockets of air.
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She comes only with my eyes full closed,
carries me with her, away to another place.
No choice have I, no will to be indisposed,
nor to be enchanted from this, my slumbering dais.
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I walked with sycamore soles
through once familiar roads
and the smell of the white haw
infiltrated my nose.
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O catch me the wind in a gold threaded net
and bring me your dreams in a peach-woven gown.
Follow my thoughts with your divine clarinet,
then stay with me here until the sun goes down.
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Wipe away the tear lines that lay so bare
underneath your sad, water shed stare.
We have no one else but ourselves to blame
and crying would be such a senseless shame.
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Please let me go first?
I don't want to be left here
doing the things we used to share
for it would be too much for me to bear.
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Democracy? Fallacy!
You have no sense of reality
and you have the audacity
to ask of me
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A mother's love
knows no bounds;
limitless, profound.
Crying amidst our tears,
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Hand in hand we walk along
through well worn paths
and troubled streets.
Eternally bound
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