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Just Alex May 2021
Hot ****!
The Bluebird wants out again!
I am tough enough for it.
But only just.
He wants out, but can't.
Meanwhile, his beak tears a hole.

Sears into my flesh.
Bleeds a little, but thats OK.
It reminds me that I'm not.
It reminds me I gotta run.

Pump my legs out of this place!
To chase the dreams they sold me
"You'd be a leader, just you wait to get your degree.
BAM! ZAAM! KABLAAM!
Labs and companies will be groveling at your feet!"

What *******...
They spoon-fed me, like a child off the ****.
For FOUR. AND. A. HALF. YEARS!!!
I swallowed the lies like a baby lamb
With a glint on my eye, wasting my time
I believed they'd make me a man
No need to go and try, they'll take charge on that.

But the world is a cold, brick, wall.
And you crash into it as soon as you cross the door.
You break your nose, bleed a touch.
Now it's time to crack it back into form!

Ouch! Ow! It hurts! It smarts!
But it's good for ya kid!
It'll do ya right!
You can't look forward with that crooked thing blocking your sight!
So yank it straight! Get off off your **!

Dreams ain't something you'll find on a market stall.
You can't buy them, they ain't sold.
But you can make them on a workshop.
A table, a shed, behind garage doors.
Behind a computer, even a phone!
They are made with sweat and blood.
And time...


Better spend that chasing them
Than to waste it
listening to someone pump them into head.
The poem Bluebird by Charles Bukowski may be one of my absolute favorite pieces of writing I've ever read, and it is all I want to achieve in my writing. A worm that burrows in your brain that won't leave you and inspires you to do something.
The title is an allusion to Bukowski and his work "Notes from a ***** Old Man" published in 1969
Just Alex May 2021
Again I feel a yearning.
This fire in my gut.
Again I feel a yearning,
to free myself from this bog.

It burns, like a wildfire.
Sending upwards plumes of smoke.
It shines, like raining starfire.
Pouring from the sky amongst the oaks.

My feet are heavy.
Anchored by fear and regret.
Heresy against the dogma.
That I should love myself above all else.

My dreams are magnetic.
Seeking to rejoin eachtime they shatter.
They know nothing of defeat or sorrow.
Living to them, is all that matters.

Marching to an invisible rhythm.
Listening to a tune, all of their own.
My ambition and drive move forward.
Into the pitiless night beyond.

Maybe they seek redemption.
Or to end it all devoured by the beast that prowls the dark.
Maybe, they have no other choice;
but to march, and march, and march...
I´m publishing this poem here from my page on allpoetry https://allpoetry.com/Just_Alex as a way to re-ignite mine here
Just Alex May 2021
Was I to turn to my side
Walking under moonlight
Would I see you there?
Matching my step?

No.
For you are gone,
You left without a word
after saying too much.

Was I to turn to my back
Walking by the streetlights
Would you be following me?
As in days gone by you did?

No.
For you have banished.
A body displaced, that casts
echoes in the depths of my brain.

And what would I see?
Heading into a tomorrow
punctured in waning sunlight
When I turn my step?
When I look ahead?

Nothing.
But shadows dancing
In your image, with your name
And cold stones as poles
of a merry-go-round.
Just Alex Dec 2020
Hoy
Brilla el sol intensamente
Debe estar celoso de tus ojos
Sopla el viento desenfrenado
Tus cabellos debe querer ver volando
Los pájaros cesan su canto
Deben querer escuchar tu reír
Y la luna se niega a salir
Sabe que contra el brillo de tu piel
no puede competir

Se paraliza la ciudad
Debe querer ver tu caminar
Se apagan los sonidos
Todos te quieren escuchar
Los fuegos arden desenfrenados
Queriendo tu sonrisa igualar
Las estatuas se quiebran
Si a tu belleza se quieren comparar

La distancia se acrecienta
Los minutos alargan su pasar
Se forman surcos en la tierra
Se agitan las olas del mar

El vivir con tu ausencia
Es  una agonía sin igual
Estar sin el roce de tus dedos
Frio como un tempano glaciar

Los planetas son como canicas
Y las estrellas destellos en la oscuridad
Todo pierde su sentido
Y la Tierra deja de girar

Pues desde que te fuiste
Se esfumo el orden natural
Ya nada es como antes
Ahora que no estas
Just Alex Mar 2020
Me he enamorado tanto
Que no significa nada para mi
La presión de un beso
Y del abrazo su calor
Son insignificantes, vacíos
Algo sin valor.

Es hielo lo que anida de mi dentro
Una gélida recamara es mi corazón
Nada siento, nada vale
Camino por las calles cual robot

Te quise
Tanto te quise de verdad
Trate de jugar bien mis cartas
Jugaba para ganar
Para ver la mesa vacía
Y a mis recuerdos
En amargo licor, ahogar.

Me rindo, no te pude conquistar
Soy un general sin victorias
Mis cañones no rugen ya
La munición esta exhausta
Mi estandarte desgarrado
Como mis ganas de luchar.

Me he enamorado tanto
Que ya no significa nada
Tu sonrisa, antes bella
Ahora, desvanecida
La suavidad de tus manos
Es como áspera madera
El espacio que en mi vida llenabas
Ahora las sombras llenan.
Tal vez  un día aprenderé
Just Alex Feb 2020
Rocks in the sea
Move as leaves on the breeze
Compared to trying
Changing someone´s beliefs
Just Alex Feb 2020
Por eso te prefiero
pues nadie me hiere
bajas tu guardia
abres tu corazón
y al hacerlo, invitas las dagas.

Y por tan poco caigo
como los caen los imperios
por escuchar "te quiero"
se derrumban las torres
por un beso
y mueren los héroes
por el roce de tus dedos.

Creí que eras mía
que solo míos eran
tu corazón y tus besos
míos eran tus suspiros
en el oscuro éxtasis del deseo
y el aire caliente que me dabas
cuando tu labios a los míos apretabas.

Pero la vida no es un idilio
y los versos se escriben en sueños
la fantasía se desnuda
y revela a la realidad de su velo

Pues tus besos eran prestados
como lo eran el roce de tus dedos
tus suspiros estaban vacíos
y tu cariño por mi, agotado.

Y ahora que hago con mi corazón
frente a mi, hecho pedazos
de rodillas trato de pegarlo
entre amargas lagrimas, tiempo perdido
Y cansancio.

Nunca fuiste mía
Eso es claro
Y nunca fui tuyo
Mi cariño fue malgastado
Y me encuentro nuevamente
En la negrura, amurrungado
Me cobija, me abriga
Sella mi pecho acuchillado
El frió solitario, la noche sin luz
Aquí pertenezco
Aquí las dagas no me harán daño
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