Alex Alexander

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Enemies of Solitude
It's ironic, in their self-servant mode, unaware of their pending destruction.
As they feast on my flesh, those protagonists devour uninvited scavengers
Circling like wolves crouching to pounce. Surrounded by spreadsheets,
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"Detach" Public opinion doesn't make it so since everyone has one. Even the court of law makes its final blow. Based on their perception, fly by night: Hear what was said; after reading between the thin lines. Matter very little in the scope of things so that it would seem. Borderline brought to a view, if they're honest, who knew? Dress up only to be dressed down: in utter point of view: Here comes the rain released into the atmosphere; Only to be retrieved mid-dominos effect. Based on their figure of speech. Which validates some need to legitimize an inner basis. Having imposed magnetized quantities of double edge triangles dispensed toward judgemental hypocrite. Rubik's cube rhetoric is related, debated, promoted, and devalued as vanilla ice cream, landing on ninety-degree asphalt.
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A Sort of Meditation

An invitation to meditation:
Laying still as a stone.
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A Place To Remember

Where once we call our own;
A brief hello, a moment.
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A Piece of Heaven on Earth

She blinds with her seductive elixir.
mixed senses, intoxicated, rain on me:
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Keep Calm And Carry On

Coming into the now, from where the past has come to pass.
Only to make known how all things can work together for good.
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Morning Reconciled

When the light of a new day opens wide her inexhaustible daybreak, flings wide your curtains as her reflection pierces off multi-colored windows, and pulls up those dancing vertical blinds. This early morning announces the encounter. Listens as birds out on a limb, creating melodies. As the dew rises with a fresh mesmerizing sensation and calm aroma, and watches as the flowers grow.
In this, mindfulness becomes the strength of the day.
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What's with Preconceived Notion
All in the name of,

We lived our lives: as wandering spirits;
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The words hold significance and power,

As they cascade like a muse, drawing you in
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10.

WIND
An unexpected visitor arrived in our town of Flint Hill the other day. Yes unannounced, having journeyed far and wide, legend has it that he was
the son of the rock of ages, ancient of time.
Angles chasers, his presence was as we all beheld
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As the Sun Kissed the Horizon
Then, time blinks; a slow awakening of nature sounds.
We keep pouring the same grain of sand.
Through our fingers; and the loss is with each passing: Nature is reborn.
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A Blade Of Grass

Damp from the early morning dew:
Glitter off the moon night light sparkles
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A Battle for Turf

Living on toxic exhaustion, colored behind a killer's instinct. From conception to birth; life unfolds over the requiem encounter when one becomes a trillion: hunting a hunter.
It is a survival game, where many are killed and brought to defeat at the legion's victory
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Timeless,
Timeless, lost in a moment: as its fragrance eludes between places. Causes attention span to shrink into a vacuum,
Under brain waves in retract; flashbacks: paradise in stillness;
once a vision quest, by waves of schoolie Dolphin Funds from
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Capture Happiness
Held in the place where it always abides.
Here in the presence, often seemingly absent.
There's a yearning to be apprehended.
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Alex Alexander Biography

I'm currently living in Marietta Ga. Four adult children. I retired from Delta Airlines and currently working at Krogers as a Dairy/Grocery clerk. I enjoy reading, Meditation, and being creative, art, antiques, and Antique Roadshow. Foreign movies, and music. Extreme sports cooking Investing in the stock market. None Profit Organizations, Public Broadcasting TV, and other cultural experiences. My passion is using words to create images. Therefore, I have some poems. in anthologies and also posted online.)

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Enemies Of Solitude

Enemies of Solitude
It's ironic, in their self-servant mode, unaware of their pending destruction.
As they feast on my flesh, those protagonists devour uninvited scavengers
Circling like wolves crouching to pounce. Surrounded by spreadsheets,
label self-interest, policing every move, just because of securities that are
heavy to face, they use tactics to govern and control: enacting their will
while dissipating impermanent, their own devalued loss of a moral compass.
So what's? of this world in its attempt to rewrite the narrative, being able to
Disclose what has already been foretold. On the performance stage, character.
of the puppy master, a puppy cunningly set in disarray by their willfulness.
Obsessed and possessed: meanwhile, hastening toward the inevitable decay.
Creating the roles they play; behind their blinders and binders, in dismay.
Shadows of their interpretation, after reading from the cheat sheet.
Marching to their beat, a narrow mind.
Set adrift to a tragic end.

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