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Lexander J Nov 2015
Birds sing upon the amber hues of dawn
the faint Northern breeze wakes with a windy yawn,
buttercups and daisies bloom and flower
the smell of freshly cut grass tangy and dour

alarm clocks and phones ring in symphony
as the early AM commuters arise limply;
taxis beep, buses groan
widows and homeless eat breakfast alone

coffee boils as the hungover quench their thirst
the fools that are late panic and curse -
some people awake to a strangers flat, whilst
others on the street to the lick of a cat

many awaken to the calls of their sin
sadly their only friend lies within an alcoholic drink,
their minds and brains addiction submerge
of suicide they stand upon the ever-crumbling verge

and thus I lie awake every night
fearing the future that somehow dances from my sight;
depression and utter disgust tempt me to give in
it claws at my stomach, grinds my bones from within

are we doomed to living our days exactly the same
to live a repetition so precise it'll drive us insane?

It seems in this darkness we stumble, we *****,
the light flitting from between our fingers that calls itself hope.
Lexander J Nov 2015
Charlie's at the wheel
Charlie tries to think of a joke //-

[N-Na-Na-Na-N-Now]

Charlie doesn't feel
Charlie wants another sniff of the coke

[N-Na-Na-Na-N-Now]

the skies above are leaden grey
It's dull light shines off his hair,
Charlie doesn't listen to what other people say -
Charlie doesn't really care

[N-Na-Na-Na-N-Now]

smoke pours as the engine sputters
the clutch burns at his feet
from within an ecstasy trance he mutters
slowly to the edge the car begins to creep

[N-Na-Na-Na-N-Now]

oh Charlie's afraid of his arrogance
Charlie thinks he won't bleed -
Charlie's afraid of his adolescence
in his mind Charlie sows the seed -

[N-Na-Na-Na-N-Now]

now he'll tell you how he feels
he feels his insides are rotten dead!
He's sick of this world that steals
they say it's all in his head!!!

[IN HIS]

[IN HIS HEAD]

[N-Na-Na-Na-N-Now]

Charlie's at the wheel
Charlie remembers an old joke

the car tips over the ravine edge
upon his ***** Charlie does gag and choke.
An experimental oldie
Lexander J Nov 2015
Silence is the comfort of a conflicts hush
silence is the sound of a dead crows caw
silence ain't abatable, so don't even try
silence is thy lord's voice and his word is law

It's unquestionable, deadly, doesn't care what it kills
a force gradual and steady, from the dark our night it fills
it reeks of loneliness whilst exhuming sweet beauty
modest and loyal, quietly it does its hidden duty

crying through eyes non-existent
it's love invisible, so painfully distant
all alone, comfort gone from that old favourite song,
it's presence tranquil, opening your eyes to where you went wrong

It's neutral, doesn't take sides or excuses
a poignancy so strong, bitter and raw
twisted, life and death somehow entwined
I gazed upon its face and 'twas the most beautiful thing I've ever saw

- - - -

a vision flickering like a fuse in an abandoned house
it's rooms gas filled, primed for explosion -

I sleep and walk amongst the fields of dreams
as silence drips upon life and starts its graceless erosion.

AJ
Lexander J Nov 2015
They put a bullet in my brain but I ain't quite dead
my breath minute wisps upon the November air
full of cosmic flatulence my honour has fallen
my hands burn blue but I simply don't care

oh if I were to kiss the canal's waters below
what would become of my confused soul,
if only the light of hope would shine bright enough
maybe I could crawl from this hole in which I've grown

the stars are all out tonight,
they laugh at my grimy complexion
my stomach groans in hunger
my bladder bloated and sore from water retention

I married Death and I killed it's brother
from the womb it seems I was ******,
once I had it all
but now my life is dead alas here I stand

not knowing what to do
as the nights get colder
frost growing bolder
searching streets for a bed
skin blistered raw red
mind screaming sick
pain writhing, suffering oh please be quick -

in a doorway covered in newspapers and magazines
I curl up into a ball and cry,
thanking my saviours, cursing the gods
oh to live like this I'd rather die.
Write lines upon my heart
in pure white light
and I will read them
  
Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion

Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Touch the tender pool
of infinite white light
    
Breathe in blossoming
warm compassion

Taste the nectar
of unbounded
sincerity

Meet me in the air space
between your thoughts
For this is holy ground
With the greatest humility and gratitude, I wish to dedicate this poem tonight to all of you at HP who have shown such lovely support for this quiet poem, which emerged from my deepest inner awareness.
Above all, gratitude to my Teachers.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
  Nov 2015 Lexander J
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Remember...
The bashful gazes that worked their way into your armour

Remember...
The clumsy saunter that incited your laughter

Remember...
The lips that parted confidently only to reveal child-like stutter

Remember...
The warmth that enveloped your hand as we walked together

Remember...
The winter day's kiss that felt like never-ending summer

Remember...
The day disappointment overwhelmed and doubt grew bolder

Remember...
The inevitable conflicts that resulted in futile banter

Remember...
The embrace when everything fell apart and seemed unclear

Remember...
The whispers that failed to soothe when your pillow got wetter

Remember...
The journey that now seem to not matter

Remember...
My heart as you once did...
As your silhouette drifts away,
everyday much further
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