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In The Skies Of Ethereal
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Slipping away I hear the good days call
They seem to mock me from afar
Humming-bird wings blur my sight
As nature breathes my view through scars

Lines converge around my thought
Created by mundane her endless trials
Life seems rife but caught
In seams that go on for miles

The water levels rise
Universal sand sparks a glass
Drowning in high tide requiems
You see my years do pass 

Tin-foil as my shield
I attack the man with the gun
But Heaven forbid he’s firing blanks
Or that his eyes get lost in the sun

Solitude defences
Sold to me in droves by masks
In missionary beliefs it will help
With all I seek and ask

Let water make me ill
Let me be sick on my beautiful days
Let the hold of pain fold
Through orchestral scenes from aching plays

Patrolled by Angels in the skies of ethereal
Crowded with souls and thorns
From the dead to the waiting in line to live
Are cubs kittens babies fawns


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Weathered Plights
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Let me have smell taste lust
Dignity wipes the smile of my face
For I’m naked in the sky
As an obvious member of the human race

The mirror teases me
As I try to break down with a word
It sees my past the now the next
In my last songs lost in the herd

I think of all the good things I never did
For my saddened mind redeems
Lost power flows throughout my hours
That makes me cry in dreams

Where natural-highs elope
With my plighted empty ground
Ghosts float across the evening streets
Looking for places to rest their sound

Soaked in walls within slight light
Swollen shivers play notes whales think of as dead
We see coffins alive in the corner
Of black night towers safe in bed

Weathered plights keep them safe
The night mosquito she smiles
At least my blood enriches life
The walls mould faces that stretch for miles

The sand turns to glass below my feet
On paralysed mornings I see her there
Blurry eyes to confront what will defecate
The mud my skin the blood the air


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Dark Passenger
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Catharsis brought forth by blades
Stop the bleeding right before I die
Wrap me up in silk till it fades

Lime bleeds parole if I am to feed cells
Horse-grounds forgive my intrusion
Miltonia arches rise in adorning home
While rose-plaid creates the illusion

Encrypted residue on the wake of the land
Pension their shine 
Silent parades the sulphur of my return
Lips and numb vision eclipses the pine

Teeth seldom lay in thought they just ache
I am in love
Weakened roses gnaw at my fingers
Enlightened skills loom over my glove

Rusty knights ripen my curses fold
Tis but a dark fiend that feels my soul
Red parallel and flight benign
In the toned sea alight by coal

As chronology shades in escapades
Lust continues to ripple through
I will live till the crush of the moment
In all I see want and do

Resting underneath a bridge stoned in
Photographs from my youth
I entered this world splintered with life
To seek love arts sex the truth


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Marbled Courts
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


I run to the sea but I’m terrified
Islands mock my attempts from the shore
I ease my hand to touch the water
Through callous annoyances from the core

Healing wounds burn as statues grey
Panic runs wild along the city street
From decades of rain mocking me
Through century marble courts we meet

Infamy beards my face
Mudded sequins they beautifully speak
We are the universal pestilence and mayhem
It’s white casket for my funeral week

Degree inept how can we relate
Pestilence broken fermented cloned
Crashing planes split my reach in half
I was sending my past to be counted and honed

Lullabies wreak havoc on our schools
Save me from the up and coming
I can notice genius in any fool 
But it’s clouded by their dumbing

Morphine runs through the drip
Eases tensions the chance is high
That the light is on its way
But there’s another hour before I die

Jade cavaliers precipitate fears
Undulated gentle summer calls
Panic seeps from body as I tender
My wounds that fall like waterfalls


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Animated Sound
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


I admire fragility but I hate her grip
She takes me to pure slumber falls
Under hypnosis my mind creates
A dream in which my dying stalls

Yesterday’s negative turns to watch his reprise
Where natural-highs elopes their plighted ground
From within the apathy of fading thought
I’m lost in animated sound

Power flows throughout the hours
Eloquent harmony rises
Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Please hive the lost in smaller sizes

Breed the friends that help create your life
My soliloquy is my own rendition 
Superficial feels this black façade
Engage in its tradition

A pure soul of requiems reside 
Watching me bleed on the floor
Vagabonds are on the rise
Souls re-canvas the skies and shore

Encapsulating the aping of our fellow man
Upturned caskets on fire
Sickness expires self-esteem
For the birds are all dead on the wire

Eternity owns your choices calm
Meet your soul on the way to the dogs
Love turns water into white sand
Creating all the needed made-up Gods


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Dynamite & Whisper
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Hiding in eccentricity
Hearts sunk in funeral pyres
Symphonic dialects the worry and suns
Of all my red desires

My history maker always lends
From glamour to my final dust
We are dynamite & whisper
From iron strength to crumbled rust

Expose the morning as a fraud
It only replies to the dark
For I’ve seen my own death 
In wildlife the roads the park

I’ve had my own private plane crash
This beautiful child leaves a point
Crush the front pages with your car
With all you choose to leave or anoint

Eat your air before the dust empowers it
Of the stigmatic outward forceful while
Hungry but sweating faces indecency
Tyranny menus the girl with the smile

I feel the presence of ghosts on white horses
In my drunken future already mapped
Cherry trees control the strong winds
In which I feel lost and trapped

Pandemonium requiem begins to squeeze
Play with the weak the shunned the kind
Drip-feed metaphors on the high
For age is an echo of my mind


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Serendipity
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Youth is thunder it hides in miles
Plagiarising contests of the storm
Unnatural colour subdued and caught
The oxygen refined and warm

Gentle meeting with anarchy personnel
Active duress on circled herds
My friend plies away my worst biennial days
Take the sun and wash its words

Serendipity closes down on me
Where beyond her fringes pain
I see a smiling fox through ages
Of the gently warm insane

House warming in winter
She takes the knife that stabbed him
Licks the blood with her wanted tongue
She yearns to be with him in his black silence

Mayhem keeps up in its guise
Within a blunted violin
Travel to the next reprise
To change the flavoured darkening gin

Sequins on the parachute
Charisma forte astound
Friends in empty pockets lie
I feel the ship the turn the hound

Feel away the burning flute
The music kill the devil
Enigmas drown the countryside
Fallen Angels on the level


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Paralysed Minds
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Fantasy elope to dry the demand
The light can never catch the muse 
I create a pink illumine
My fear becomes the fuse

Temptations I’m beside
Docile endless lost deformed
Fallen deserts drench again
For I am lost when it’s performed

Disappointed requiems concise
All the middle highs
Wisdom condemned reacts
Wet dreams are on the rise

I slept in paralysed mind
Holding after-life and sin
Alcohol senses my loneliness
She parades with a grin

I’m sitting on a mountain top
With a shotgun in my hand
I’m waiting for the red rose
And her blood to the sand

An eagle with a flake of flesh
Flies by an ancient marking 
As I see the glory of
The rains perfected parking

Like dust on silverware 
Starting to reign starting to bare
The devil’s an alcoholic 
Keeping me busy helpless fair


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A Gentle Slave To Calming
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


I whisper steps in auditoriums
Drive by lakeside provinces in a hum
Words are white swollen guitar-strings in the bin
Where I feel the tender the moon the sun

Jump-start early morning sunshine
Poetry clears her throat from smoke
My thoughts they’re blackened by trees and lumber-jacks
Please someone save me as I choke

 Sophisticated dirt cleansing my depression
I’m running the hurt from my face
I die I free wet gold into the realm
While bullets smile and pass me at pace

Stepping on long patience glamour to my final dust
In my portrait hides a smile lost in last reprise
Listing like a watered ship broken bottles captured 
The last poetic look in my sullen eyes

Falling with proverbial stars I’ve become what I hate the most
A gentle slave to calming
Sapphired thoughts running through my veins
I live in alienation open to the harming

A castle made of sand crumbles in my hand
I hear the weeping high
The day turns to stray away from the cold
To a warmer smoother silent sigh

Missing windows tend to crash on the inside
Heat and dry skin still plague me in willow
Wine is morbid delightfully dead
For sick dreams from my sweat keep staining my pillow


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Tattooed Thighs In Birth
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


The homeless want a refund
To edge away the razor blades
Ghosts on white horses drag 
Unfinished pain that never fades

Moulded robes around their days
Sticking to the aching dull
Wasted water soaking hours
Masturbating in the lull

They need fragrance on their skin
Feeding thirsts through lipstick-rain
Black coffins in the snow take them
For they die indignant left in shame 

Patience and disgust 
I see our thoughts with her neglect
Crying cadences in tune 
Our staunch compare remains erect

Soft cushions wrap their souls
Idolised we see it all
Note books and vodka shots 
Written on the broken wall

Tattooed thighs in birth
A child’s canvas created
Blood of the mother stains
Our tempers flare in what’s debated

Places mud the stones they soak
From Windermere to Clandestine
God’s a figure they must create
For they suffered in his valentine


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O’ Moon Solid Water
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Inference recalls
Fawns barrier my romance in poacher’s blood
Swollen life red walls
Seeps a splinter doubting the flood

Through the wine mountain
Cradled in insipid graves
I yearn Baptism of prescient
For Knighted are the funeral slaves

Outcast and pretend
Your God awaits inside a yard
Measured class and self-denial
Your single life becomes the shard

Cease memory cease to be
O’ moon and solid water
Where I’m scarlet warm and alone
She is the devil’s daughter

To vex he stumbles over
Mercury seems so close at hand
In a void and dying
He cannot smile he cannot stand

Illusion of life scraped unturned 
Wild stale endure wild create
White candles melt my window-sill
The midnight walls illuminate

Children milk the river
The wallpaper mocks me like a child
Carpets of wasted-thin cherubs
 Keeps my line of salt so wild


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Nil By Mouth
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Fuck dread and filed requiems 
I adore the idea of death
Into the paths of wasted prophets
My skin so sore it takes my breath

I hate my reflection
Aching to make my days a little more
Trawled and beaten
I see the wake from the shore

Fragrant but undelivered 
The future may sense white light
I become a sullen ghost
The diving-bell comes at night 

My life for the weak in its tomb
My red cello taped present sky
I don't want uniforms and paragraphs
I want to hum trade then die

I’m only 18 with a video of suffering
Consequences as parasites loot
Inducing amnesia centrefold
Red lipstick stains my jump-suit

Impetuous return impetuous I yearn
Ignoring the banister’s holding mould
Bikini barristers wearing the sex
Of this discipline in black I hold

Nil by mouth
Pile it all into my drip with force
Even a dog gets to lay in the sun
We have our day but it’s never on course


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Sunburn & Whores
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


It’s raining severe sunburn and whores
I cannot endue
Slender be the king in his palace of fat admirals
Effervescent in his queue 

Grey houses parade wet tar streets
To clamber dread from any stray
Following soil as it shadows our dead
Caskets on tables are ready to play

Abrasive content becomes the mark
My mind redeems ideas spent
The long notes that echo
The tales of woe from Heaven sent

Screaming love from a cenotaph
Flight of unseen my bones corrupt and so
Wonderful piano allure
The pain inside still with foams so slow 

Hunted like fragile children
Pestilence and greed grows in traps
Spilled acid on the faces of human evolution
Spirit guides with ethereal maps

Little Angles in retrospective
Dearest tyrants lost in my soul
Will I die at the very last show
Will my life stay black as coal

Blood drips from the feast at the table
My rapid eye movement turns to slow thunder
Feed the dying crowds clear the boardwalk
I am the intolerable neat and slumber


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Dead Flies
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Christen my week with another
As the light inside evades
We’re all slaves to ourselves
Though we never see it fade

Soft ponchos and black shoes live in unison
White floorboards I’ve won
You dress in wire to find everlasting shocks
As it all turns to silk in the sun

Fragrance seeps from hiding boxes
Emptying quickly over prime
Open heaven for evil saints
Sweet volcanoes erupt in time

Dribbling over towns
The devil on a package tour
Aggression in the dark
He becomes the death and cure

After the saints dying admission
They die with smiles upon their faces
Dead flies on the windowsill
Holding their shadows and their traces

Gang raped emotion 
As kids die on the street
Lunatics around the circle
They are blooded murdered sheets

Self-pity on the dusty carpet
See lost tombs inside my head
Open easing flowing in the motion 
In the fields that I once said


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My Body Yearns
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


House my enigmas place my sweat
On the strain that’s raping the land
Billboards elaborating my senses fold
I seek truth sex her lips her hand 

Fat and over 41
I’m searching for the moth within
Re-enacting inside my blood
With vodka beer and gin

People in funeral captions
Calumniate properties that eat the soul
As solidity for gold exhausts the country
Blood drips from the fox the gentry the foul

Alone needing only myself to breath
Hiding quietly from the dead population
Stepping on long patience I feel calm
In death’s inoculation

By my defenceless oxygen views
Lust continues to cripple me through
The rains turning to snow
Holding my shivers her scent in view

Saliva on the breasts of made gods
A million passes by glances my worth
Yellow birds on the telephone wire
Caresses the tape that holds also my birth

My glass brakes into a thousand pieces
Night is drinking the summer sun with thirst 
My body yearns for her
But I need to meet her first


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Wonderfully Futile
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


The crowd underlines my coffin 
As I pass them in the street
I undress from my body
Black horses keep the beat 

I see Moon landings and cigarettes
I rest my legs my lungs
In the medicine for middles ages
I hear the sounds of guns

Virgin possessive fiend enriches
The indentation he wants to see
Housing himself in a pure anger
But lost he finds tranquillity

Medicine plural
Hidden sounds in the dying dry sea
Inside the domain of priests
I slide between the lost and free

Hear predicted countless hummers
The element glass enrols
For living in generation capitals
I’ve barely marked Akashic scrolls

In a wooden lifestyle carved
Pale tradition I have the scar
The bottles empty again
It clings to my skin like hot black tar

Little does the opium jostick speak
I see no life these present hours
It’s all wonderfully futile
In the dead broken stamped on flowers


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Pagan Rituals On The Hills At Dawn
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Do we decide the fate of Saints
Exhale reflect their voices
Are they us in faded body robes
That keeps us lost in tribal choices

Pagan rituals on the hills at dawn 
Ice-maidens manicure perfect scenes 
Warm horses gallop to the child within
As seen through the ages in our dreams

Once in dim fenced schools a day 
Children sang songs of golden lives
Now shadow’s dread where catacombs lay 
Beside the future’s dying wives

Life’s a bridge to walk over
 Not to build a house on I feel
Silk pampered in our wooden portraits
We see the Earth her life her wheel

Felt and silk pretend inside the maker's wine
Lovers loving strangers from the next of kin
Wherein silver frames of madness dance strangely
In the smoke that rises from where we’ve been

Tasting anxiety in the ropes that bestow them
Vampires in shadows across the floor
Dogs dream in sliding parallels
Little whispers from the rich down to the poor

People by the masses frozen in a their lifestyle
Drag them too their weary feet 
Beneath our grounds and ageing sky
They never alter through the cold or heat


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Myopic Tender
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Glass made from my burning feet in the sand
Holds my figure as I slowly break
The tiger still rides in my veins
But he’s slow he’s had all he can take

Myopic tender beneath my skin
I know self-pity is to man 
What wood is to the trees
Both created by themselves both growing in the breeze 

Drink and let all those who lay in the snow have grace
Archers strewn the cavalry as they look for a way through
Only the dead see the end of war
But how many days do I have in lieu

Could it be that I am stepping from the rain into the sleet
Both similar in question both aching at my feet
I lament for the my inner-hold
It’s dying laughing out in the cold

Fall-out shelters exist for those clambering
Wanting the reason for life to be clear
But accusations and want
Become lost ships to all that live near

Manipulating climbing to the centre 
Let’s go back to the first circle of my place
My thoughts are trees and lumberjacks
They get lost in the charcoal all I see is a trace

A slight smile appears on the glass-stained image of God
He calls it the chase in the sky
Screens appear like magic scenes
Gabriel in arms white direct me as I fly


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Soft Innate
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


When you see your shadow has gone
Fallen from peace wondering why
Red linen and the love you seek
Is all you want before you die

Her sleep soft innate
She appears to me in every dream
Let winds not seldom seen or felt 
Bring her to my heart upstream

Candlelight reflects her smile
Silk dresses lipstick-marks
Drowning sorrow by the mile
She makes my day alive in sparks

December sunshine on her face
She’s beautiful beyond I’ve caught
Real Gods and Angels bring us close
Closer than I ever thought

For her soft soul hides nothing
Statuesque forever more
My beating heart does seem to fly
To places that I can’t ignore

I always felt it would be nice
To be somebody else for a while
But now I’ve found the deepest light
I no longer fake my smile

Be the naked sparrow in the sun
Make tapestries of days and marks
Hill the cravings with a gentle touch
Overlooking lakes and parks


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Chalk Drawings
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


But is haste the spirit ploughs canvas worlds
Unannounced and slightly bed-ridden I try to flee
Sour wine daydreams in rum 
I live to be open a bit lost and free

It describes the way my yearns would feel
My youth is about to leave the room
Eloping to the cemetery
See the broken distance the empty tomb

Fire eviscerates the dark 
My muse sobs bloody requiem
Unleashing the mocking bird
How I collapse with treachery in every single word
I am in love

See the writing on the old chapel wall
In a moment or a mime
You’ll catch the single thought 
The midnight sun clears in time

Old habits flying with future birds
Never before I noticed chalk drawings on the sheep
I’m still beating out of sync
But the images are here to keep

But I hurt like a madmen locked up with blood on his mind
Asphyxiate my change
For being free has given me nothing
I am still alone poor and kind
But chronology fades


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Every Shadow Has A Doubt
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Please the mirror with a patient look 
While tramps live slowly to death 
Cardboard cut-outs in the classroom
Take our souls with every breath

My years returns to sender
A warm hand gentle on my face
Empty ovens in the bloodstream
They make my art my songs their pace

But last night I was begging
This morning my dignity speaks without voice
My calm behaviour resorts to holding me apart
But in haste spirits takes my choice

Cabinet wallpaper smelling of royal weddings
Stolen charm grown solid in the ground
That cloaks the town the dwelling knife
That we hear with every single sound

Shops and pubs in polystyrene brick
Drenched in tourists saliva and sweat
For every shadow has a doubt
In the sun or hiding in the wet

The ground hums
Orphans daydream normal life I’m sure
Soft cushions blocking their sunlight
For which they seek an open door

Killer bees inside the ghosts
The stars said we’d see some peace
Dimensions in passing by the coast
Laugh at us our shell our fleece


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Tiger On Her Heart
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014



Inciting me to rise from low tide
She wears a tiger on her heart
The gentle way she moves her hair
Makes it’s hard for us to be apart

Eloquently living under the strain
Whatever turmoil is to come
Let gales and rain carry us through
To the days our soul will live as one

Sentiment peeling away dark thought
She sparks my life she gives me breath
For the days of shit emotions cold
Could have taken me to early death

 I watched the tragedy unfold
But through rocky roads through mountains high
Through tears and never-felt fears
For to the dark we will say goodbye

The years to come the warmth
Foreign soils with joy emotion
For colour seems so bright when
I show you my devotion

I know clichés are very rare
In my lyrics my words that I like to share
But concealed in this little rhyme
My passion my love my life to bare 


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Rescue The Prophet    
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Thin dogs accompany the tramp on the street
Where rain clouds give a firm hand shake
To the back of his neck, his face his feet
To the harvest of his past that keeps him awake

White lightning screams parallel to the floor
Empty bottles caress once a gentle man
The malaise of his mind enters the black door
Where he reaches to God with his plan

His original after-shave lingers on the concrete
For let the hidden in plain sight roam
Crippled in the cold the warm the heat
He awaits for the tide to take him home

Count the dead reminisce clarity
Treat the poor and kill the putrid stench of power
The embryo that strives to create insanity
For savage mankind still makes us cower

His ash of thoughts dissolve
Lost charcoal stamina on the wall
For the putrid milk of conformity
Surfaces in a century with markings for all

Little does the dropout know he’s in contention
To follow created Gods to the end
Where life he sees without convention
Becomes his saint his wife his friend 

Children and a new landscape
Disposable razors round the bath
Rescue the prophets so all these things
Become lost and left on the path


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Out Of Body Kites    
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2015


I’ve never known the century
To not ride upon the backs of slaves
For even a purist loses his lands
That holds his parent’s graves

Let the day break 
But it may seem like a stretch to most
To the common gentle side
From the shore the land the sky or coast

Play the upturned Earth
To resonate in the masks of the farming
For the scene of men in silhouette
A riddle drenched in harming

Empty steeples in the courtyard
Gathering winds speak destruction
Prestige is gallant in her trail
But loses to guilt and instruction

Through the presentation of Angels
To the pestilence seeping in the blind river
See reality lucid out of control
For the admiral and slave in the cold both shiver

The diary of the sinner reads
The ghost of the firefly arrived
Our out of body kites they ride
Loping to the sea alight

The dust is visible on the cenotaph
Within the beautiful world we see
Cold lakes and noble swans
They help us to be silk and free


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Graffiti In A Lift    
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2015


Clamber within these salted wounds
Irrefutably speaking I’m a failure to all
Islands mock me in their single ripe
Religious blind men even offer me a call 

Perennial waters on the door
Losing gravity in death of kin
Clouded glass pretends to be God
Helping find the lion within

My emotion bleeds upon the hill
Platinum light still far from slow
Can the light of the moon reflect my life
For my swollen nerves are there on show 

Lipstick pages my walls in bright red
Bless my family and friends they try
Sun falling climbing down
For my mental hive is drained and dry

For I’m graffiti in a lift
Temperance needed but seems unkind
Paper cuts keep me awake
Masturbate the demons from your mind

See lightening burn and peel my soul
Calling all sisters to repeat a prayer
In hell disrupted by the sun
Polluted rich in ash-filled air

I see them gallop from the window
Wild horses heal my growing tears
Knights in gold fight my corner
But my room is round and my dark adheres 


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Idolise The Watcher
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2015


Winter is a fashionable excuse for insanity
I use it in the summer too
My light retires to a good new home
After dragging the dragon and his blood in the dew

Even seasick men have their say
Albeit superfluous and stark
Let the poisons lace my empty glass
But this time thankfully it’s lost in the dark

Snakes laugh as they go unnoticed in the belfry
Lions tear apart a refugee 
Crumbled bridges are seen below our flight
Trying to reach the floor of the free

 Universal notes are in a refrain of stale Champagne
Deleted dreams heal our cuts
We tend to ignore what we should listen to the most
The words that slice open our guts

You see the end is not nigh or close
Folded light is hiding with the ghost
Of all that’s come and gone and will do
From the sand the sea the coast

I love the rain in her cascaded veil she soothes
Goodbye seems easier in a storm
But silver reflects a different scene
For those dying dead or freshly born

Idolise the watcher for he sees himself best
Never treated to isolation or haste
We can skin any bone and ignore the screams
For all we want is a different taste


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Ephemeral 
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


The establishment weakens
Pig-sticker on my door
The eagle lives a free life
Over changes below from sky to floor

To suckle life
To enjoy the nectar and glory
Of circling your demons 
With glaciers forming every story

The ivory haze of Heaven
Boldly finds a place for all
Within the field of everlasting glow
The silver meteor passes all that call

You see the parasitic way of modernity
Lasted by the blabbermouth of made up Gods and piety
Ephemeral be the stone angel in the graveyard
Through its connectivity we find our deity 

Cotton poison
Ripe vision as a starter
Though my fellow man is a numskull
We all become the martyr

Pale and tired the astronaut retires
His future in doubt the world he shames
He’d seen their peepshow below his feet
But his moth within was scared of the flames

For colour and doomsday love entwined
Controversial I am with the tide
But fire eviscerates my senses
As I run to the trees to the hide

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Pockets Of Ash
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


The escape continues to rise above
For age still takes his dying wages
Burning light she is genuine crass
From low brow lines to upper-class stages

Ride the backs of the lost I say
Pockets of ash remind him us glory
For even the sinner is dead outside
 While telling us is dull old story

For represent us please I ask the calling
The dark streets are wet smells of death
I hear nothing till my blood is cold
Till my words retire my final breath

Life it seems relics bone and sundry
To the lost womb or make believe ideas
The ice that forms a cold illusion
Melts in the book we tend to read as fears

Pagans and dead Gods once told me
That life is warm but seldom real
I agree with my deleted dreams
For I sense they stick to the saliva touched heel

Evolution in the masses ripe and keen
Whores and Angles both fast
Castle daughters to iron strength
Make up the world the seas the cast

Deliberate the mother mocks us 
Pale daps and worn feet
Can isolation be turned
Into mudded sequins on a paved gold street


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I Must Inhale
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


Calm blue dawn arrives
With sunshine on her skin
My cenotaph writes itself
Everyday within
Taxi cabs and uniforms
Hide my sense of shame
For no-one ever loved me
Or spoke well of me in name
I breathe this morning light and dark
For I sense it to be stale
My days alone with fantasy
For that I must inhale
One purple legion follows me
From cradle to the grave
For my art my music poetry
All bleeds to make me slave

I love the girl in paperback
But that shelf is out of reach
Glass does form from heating sand
That glass one day I'll breach

And other fish takes the hook
Scared I look and find I’ve caught a guitar
But it’s all a game I know
Especially when you run from afar

Jokes and buzzards in vain
Empty and mystical life
I see them dreaming I want to feel
What’s represented as a farmer or his wife


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Preachers Dance
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


When time itself is lost
Dragging sense becomes a chore
For we light the underneath
To find a life worth living for

Caskets of paradise
Dream ashes turn to see old days
In winter, spring they feel the Earth
In oh so many different ways

Preachers dance on the graves of the damned
Hoping that their sins be lost
The underneath show gallows of gods
All praying and hoping at any cost

The black cars tease the old
Please the reaper are you lying
For underneath lay future’s cold
For today’s a day not good for dying

For each of us we find our flaws
That cradle us for we need our sleep
Hiding behind the many doors
To cope with life to smile or weep

Writer’s block has seen the pen
We sense the ground the soil has more
The underneath comes rife again
The soil touches every pore

The river has second thoughts
Changing stream every day
To find that new glimpse
That leave our demons so far away


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I Weep And Smile For Humanity
All Words and Music By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2017


Images of a once successful fisherman
Caresses the eyes of those who loved him 
Seagulls echo the sentiments of all
As they lay him to rest we see his rise and his fall

The lives of some bedridden from being overweight
Sadly teach us that cruelty comes in many forms
Broken from memories of an evil school taunt
To the dark demons that love to still haunt

The pot is empty the cupboards are bare
The walls are parking lots for posters of the rich
Some idolise the inane with such passion
That suicide and life comes in and out of fashion

The humble poet the wasted singer the desperate artist
The dying from created war is a living omen of what’s to come
The Devil mocks God with TV news 24
Gallant but misread most of us see the flaw

But listen up I say with a gentle approach
Love your own lives say I the sun and rain
For it welcomes us to choose to smile and see
Life as a game a play for us to act and be free

Fate death love sex food wine and the stars
So much to clothe ourselves in
Depression brings clarity even in pain
We see ourselves more we are see ourselves again  


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The Black Salt
All Words and Music By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2017


Calm waters rise as the day turns to a storm
In The Skies Of Ethereal
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Slipping away I hear the good days call
They seem to mock me from afar
Humming-bird wings blur my sight
As nature breathes my view through scars

Lines converge around my thought
Created by mundane her endless trials
Life seems rife but caught
In seams that go on for miles

The water levels rise
Universal sand sparks a glass
Drowning in high tide requiems
You see my years do pass 

Tin-foil as my shield
I attack the man with the gun
But Heaven forbid he’s firing blanks
Or that his eyes get lost in the sun

Solitude defences
Sold to me in droves by masks
In missionary beliefs it will help
With all I seek and ask

Let water make me ill
Let me be sick on my beautiful days
Let the hold of pain fold
Through orchestral scenes from aching plays

Patrolled by Angels in the skies of ethereal
Crowded with souls and thorns
From the dead to the waiting in line to live
Are cubs kittens babies fawns


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Weathered Plights
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Let me have smell taste lust
Dignity wipes the smile of my face
For I’m naked in the sky
As an obvious member of the human race

The mirror teases me
As I try to break down with a word
It sees my past the now the next
In my last songs lost in the herd

I think of all the good things I never did
For my saddened mind redeems
Lost power flows throughout my hours
That makes me cry in dreams

Where natural-highs elope
With my plighted empty ground
Ghosts float across the evening streets
Looking for places to rest their sound

Soaked in walls within slight light
Swollen shivers play notes whales think of as dead
We see coffins alive in the corner
Of black night towers safe in bed

Weathered plights keep them safe
The night mosquito she smiles
At least my blood enriches life
The walls mould faces that stretch for miles

The sand turns to glass below my feet
On paralysed mornings I see her there
Blurry eyes to confront what will defecate
The mud my skin the blood the air


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Dark Passenger
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Catharsis brought forth by blades
Stop the bleeding right before I die
Wrap me up in silk till it fades

Lime bleeds parole if I am to feed cells
Horse-grounds forgive my intrusion
Miltonia arches rise in adorning home
While rose-plaid creates the illusion

Encrypted residue on the wake of the land
Pension their shine 
Silent parades the sulphur of my return
Lips and numb vision eclipses the pine

Teeth seldom lay in thought they just ache
I am in love
Weakened roses gnaw at my fingers
Enlightened skills loom over my glove

Rusty knights ripen my curses fold
Tis but a dark fiend that feels my soul
Red parallel and flight benign
In the toned sea alight by coal

As chronology shades in escapades
Lust continues to ripple through
I will live till the crush of the moment
In all I see want and do

Resting underneath a bridge stoned in
Photographs from my youth
I entered this world splintered with life
To seek love arts sex the truth


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Marbled Courts
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


I run to the sea but I’m terrified
Islands mock my attempts from the shore
I ease my hand to touch the water
Through callous annoyances from the core

Healing wounds burn as statues grey
Panic runs wild along the city street
From decades of rain mocking me
Through century marble courts we meet

Infamy beards my face
Mudded sequins they beautifully speak
We are the universal pestilence and mayhem
It’s white casket for my funeral week

Degree inept how can we relate
Pestilence broken fermented cloned
Crashing planes split my reach in half
I was sending my past to be counted and honed

Lullabies wreak havoc on our schools
Save me from the up and coming
I can notice genius in any fool 
But it’s clouded by their dumbing

Morphine runs through the drip
Eases tensions the chance is high
That the light is on its way
But there’s another hour before I die

Jade cavaliers precipitate fears
Undulated gentle summer calls
Panic seeps from body as I tender
My wounds that fall like waterfalls


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Animated Sound
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


I admire fragility but I hate her grip
She takes me to pure slumber falls
Under hypnosis my mind creates
A dream in which my dying stalls

Yesterday’s negative turns to watch his reprise
Where natural-highs elopes their plighted ground
From within the apathy of fading thought
I’m lost in animated sound

Power flows throughout the hours
Eloquent harmony rises
Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Please hive the lost in smaller sizes

Breed the friends that help create your life
My soliloquy is my own rendition 
Superficial feels this black façade
Engage in its tradition

A pure soul of requiems reside 
Watching me bleed on the floor
Vagabonds are on the rise
Souls re-canvas the skies and shore

Encapsulating the aping of our fellow man
Upturned caskets on fire
Sickness expires self-esteem
For the birds are all dead on the wire

Eternity owns your choices calm
Meet your soul on the way to the dogs
Love turns water into white sand
Creating all the needed made-up Gods


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Dynamite & Whisper
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Hiding in eccentricity
Hearts sunk in funeral pyres
Symphonic dialects the worry and suns
Of all my red desires

My history maker always lends
From glamour to my final dust
We are dynamite & whisper
From iron strength to crumbled rust

Expose the morning as a fraud
It only replies to the dark
For I’ve seen my own death 
In wildlife the roads the park

I’ve had my own private plane crash
This beautiful child leaves a point
Crush the front pages with your car
With all you choose to leave or anoint

Eat your air before the dust empowers it
Of the stigmatic outward forceful while
Hungry but sweating faces indecency
Tyranny menus the girl with the smile

I feel the presence of ghosts on white horses
In my drunken future already mapped
Cherry trees control the strong winds
In which I feel lost and trapped

Pandemonium requiem begins to squeeze
Play with the weak the shunned the kind
Drip-feed metaphors on the high
For age is an echo of my mind


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Serendipity
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Youth is thunder it hides in miles
Plagiarising contests of the storm
Unnatural colour subdued and caught
The oxygen refined and warm

Gentle meeting with anarchy personnel
Active duress on circled herds
My friend plies away my worst biennial days
Take the sun and wash its words

Serendipity closes down on me
Where beyond her fringes pain
I see a smiling fox through ages
Of the gently warm insane

House warming in winter
She takes the knife that stabbed him
Licks the blood with her wanted tongue
She yearns to be with him in his black silence

Mayhem keeps up in its guise
Within a blunted violin
Travel to the next reprise
To change the flavoured darkening gin

Sequins on the parachute
Charisma forte astound
Friends in empty pockets lie
I feel the ship the turn the hound

Feel away the burning flute
The music kill the devil
Enigmas drown the countryside
Fallen Angels on the level


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Paralysed Minds
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Fantasy elope to dry the demand
The light can never catch the muse 
I create a pink illumine
My fear becomes the fuse

Temptations I’m beside
Docile endless lost deformed
Fallen deserts drench again
For I am lost when it’s performed

Disappointed requiems concise
All the middle highs
Wisdom condemned reacts
Wet dreams are on the rise

I slept in paralysed mind
Holding after-life and sin
Alcohol senses my loneliness
She parades with a grin

I’m sitting on a mountain top
With a shotgun in my hand
I’m waiting for the red rose
And her blood to the sand

An eagle with a flake of flesh
Flies by an ancient marking 
As I see the glory of
The rains perfected parking

Like dust on silverware 
Starting to reign starting to bare
The devil’s an alcoholic 
Keeping me busy helpless fair


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A Gentle Slave To Calming
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


I whisper steps in auditoriums
Drive by lakeside provinces in a hum
Words are white swollen guitar-strings in the bin
Where I feel the tender the moon the sun

Jump-start early morning sunshine
Poetry clears her throat from smoke
My thoughts they’re blackened by trees and lumber-jacks
Please someone save me as I choke

Sophisticated dirt cleansing my depression
I’m running the hurt from my face
I die I free wet gold into the realm
While bullets smile and pass me at pace

Stepping on long patience glamour to my final dust
In my portrait hides a smile lost in last reprise
Listing like a watered ship broken bottles captured 
The last poetic look in my sullen eyes

Falling with proverbial stars I’ve become what I hate the most
A gentle slave to calming
Sapphired thoughts running through my veins
I live in alienation open to the harming

A castle made of sand crumbles in my hand
I hear the weeping high
The day turns to stray away from the cold
To a warmer smoother silent sigh

Missing windows tend to crash on the inside
Heat and dry skin still plague me in willow
Wine is morbid delightfully dead
For sick dreams from my sweat keep staining my pillow


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Tattooed Thighs In Birth
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


The homeless want a refund
To edge away the razor blades
Ghosts on white horses drag 
Unfinished pain that never fades

Moulded robes around their days
Sticking to the aching dull
Wasted water soaking hours
Masturbating in the lull

They need fragrance on their skin
Feeding thirsts through lipstick-rain
Black coffins in the snow take them
For they die indignant left in shame 

Patience and disgust 
I see our thoughts with her neglect
Crying cadences in tune 
Our staunch compare remains erect

Soft cushions wrap their souls
Idolised we see it all
Note books and vodka shots 
Written on the broken wall

Tattooed thighs in birth
A child’s canvas created
Blood of the mother stains
Our tempers flare in what’s debated

Places mud the stones they soak
From Windermere to Clandestine
God’s a figure they must create
For they suffered in his valentine


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O’ Moon Solid Water
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Inference recalls
Fawns barrier my romance in poacher’s blood
Swollen life red walls
Seeps a splinter doubting the flood

Through the wine mountain
Cradled in insipid graves
I yearn Baptism of prescient
For Knighted are the funeral slaves

Outcast and pretend
Your God awaits inside a yard
Measured class and self-denial
Your single life becomes the shard

Cease memory cease to be
O’ moon and solid water
Where I’m scarlet warm and alone
She is the devil’s daughter

To vex he stumbles over
Mercury seems so close at hand
In a void and dying
He cannot smile he cannot stand

Illusion of life scraped unturned 
Wild stale endure wild create
White candles melt my window-sill
The midnight walls illuminate

Children milk the river
The wallpaper mocks me like a child
Carpets of wasted-thin cherubs
Keeps my line of salt so wild


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Nil By Mouth
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Fuck dread and filed requiems 
I adore the idea of death
Into the paths of wasted prophets
My skin so sore it takes my breath

I hate my reflection
Aching to make my days a little more
Trawled and beaten
I see the wake from the shore

Fragrant but undelivered 
The future may sense white light
I become a sullen ghost
The diving-bell comes at night 

My life for the weak in its tomb
My red cello taped present sky
I don't want uniforms and paragraphs
I want to hum trade then die

I’m only 18 with a video of suffering
Consequences as parasites loot
Inducing amnesia centrefold
Red lipstick stains my jump-suit

Impetuous return impetuous I yearn
Ignoring the banister’s holding mould
Bikini barristers wearing the sex
Of this discipline in black I hold

Nil by mouth
Pile it all into my drip with force
Even a dog gets to lay in the sun
We have our day but it’s never on course


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Sunburn & Whores
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


It’s raining severe sunburn and whores
I cannot endue
Slender be the king in his palace of fat admirals
Effervescent in his queue 

Grey houses parade wet tar streets
To clamber dread from any stray
Following soil as it shadows our dead
Caskets on tables are ready to play

Abrasive content becomes the mark
My mind redeems ideas spent
The long notes that echo
The tales of woe from Heaven sent

Screaming love from a cenotaph
Flight of unseen my bones corrupt and so
Wonderful piano allure
The pain inside still with foams so slow 

Hunted like fragile children
Pestilence and greed grows in traps
Spilled acid on the faces of human evolution
Spirit guides with ethereal maps

Little Angles in retrospective
Dearest tyrants lost in my soul
Will I die at the very last show
Will my life stay black as coal

Blood drips from the feast at the table
My rapid eye movement turns to slow thunder
Feed the dying crowds clear the boardwalk
I am the intolerable neat and slumber


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Dead Flies
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Christen my week with another
As the light inside evades
We’re all slaves to ourselves
Though we never see it fade

Soft ponchos and black shoes live in unison
White floorboards I’ve won
You dress in wire to find everlasting shocks
As it all turns to silk in the sun

Fragrance seeps from hiding boxes
Emptying quickly over prime
Open heaven for evil saints
Sweet volcanoes erupt in time

Dribbling over towns
The devil on a package tour
Aggression in the dark
He becomes the death and cure

After the saints dying admission
They die with smiles upon their faces
Dead flies on the windowsill
Holding their shadows and their traces

Gang raped emotion 
As kids die on the street
Lunatics around the circle
They are blooded murdered sheets

Self-pity on the dusty carpet
See lost tombs inside my head
Open easing flowing in the motion 
In the fields that I once said


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My Body Yearns
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


House my enigmas place my sweat
On the strain that’s raping the land
Billboards elaborating my senses fold
I seek truth sex her lips her hand 

Fat and over 41
I’m searching for the moth within
Re-enacting inside my blood
With vodka beer and gin

People in funeral captions
Calumniate properties that eat the soul
As solidity for gold exhausts the country
Blood drips from the fox the gentry the foul

Alone needing only myself to breath
Hiding quietly from the dead population
Stepping on long patience I feel calm
In death’s inoculation

By my defenceless oxygen views
Lust continues to cripple me through
The rains turning to snow
Holding my shivers her scent in view

Saliva on the breasts of made gods
A million passes by glances my worth
Yellow birds on the telephone wire
Caresses the tape that holds also my birth

My glass brakes into a thousand pieces
Night is drinking the summer sun with thirst 
My body yearns for her
But I need to meet her first


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Wonderfully Futile
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


The crowd underlines my coffin 
As I pass them in the street
I undress from my body
Black horses keep the beat 

I see Moon landings and cigarettes
I rest my legs my lungs
In the medicine for middles ages
I hear the sounds of guns

Virgin possessive fiend enriches
The indentation he wants to see
Housing himself in a pure anger
But lost he finds tranquillity

Medicine plural
Hidden sounds in the dying dry sea
Inside the domain of priests
I slide between the lost and free

Hear predicted countless hummers
The element glass enrols
For living in generation capitals
I’ve barely marked Akashic scrolls

In a wooden lifestyle carved
Pale tradition I have the scar
The bottles empty again
It clings to my skin like hot black tar

Little does the opium jostick speak
I see no life these present hours
It’s all wonderfully futile
In the dead broken stamped on flowers


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Pagan Rituals On The Hills At Dawn
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Do we decide the fate of Saints
Exhale reflect their voices
Are they us in faded body robes
That keeps us lost in tribal choices

Pagan rituals on the hills at dawn 
Ice-maidens manicure perfect scenes 
Warm horses gallop to the child within
As seen through the ages in our dreams

Once in dim fenced schools a day 
Children sang songs of golden lives
Now shadow’s dread where catacombs lay 
Beside the future’s dying wives

Life’s a bridge to walk over
Not to build a house on I feel
Silk pampered in our wooden portraits
We see the Earth her life her wheel

Felt and silk pretend inside the maker's wine
Lovers loving strangers from the next of kin
Wherein silver frames of madness dance strangely
In the smoke that rises from where we’ve been

Tasting anxiety in the ropes that bestow them
Vampires in shadows across the floor
Dogs dream in sliding parallels
Little whispers from the rich down to the poor

People by the masses frozen in a their lifestyle
Drag them too their weary feet 
Beneath our grounds and ageing sky
They never alter through the cold or heat


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Myopic Tender
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Glass made from my burning feet in the sand
Holds my figure as I slowly break
The tiger still rides in my veins
But he’s slow he’s had all he can take

Myopic tender beneath my skin
I know self-pity is to man 
What wood is to the trees
Both created by themselves both growing in the breeze 

Drink and let all those who lay in the snow have grace
Archers strewn the cavalry as they look for a way through
Only the dead see the end of war
But how many days do I have in lieu

Could it be that I am stepping from the rain into the sleet
Both similar in question both aching at my feet
I lament for the my inner-hold
It’s dying laughing out in the cold

Fall-out shelters exist for those clambering
Wanting the reason for life to be clear
But accusations and want
Become lost ships to all that live near

Manipulating climbing to the centre 
Let’s go back to the first circle of my place
My thoughts are trees and lumberjacks
They get lost in the charcoal all I see is a trace

A slight smile appears on the glass-stained image of God
He calls it the chase in the sky
Screens appear like magic scenes
Gabriel in arms white direct me as I fly


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Soft Innate
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


When you see your shadow has gone
Fallen from peace wondering why
Red linen and the love you seek
Is all you want before you die

Her sleep soft innate
She appears to me in every dream
Let winds not seldom seen or felt 
Bring her to my heart upstream

Candlelight reflects her smile
Silk dresses lipstick-marks
Drowning sorrow by the mile
She makes my day alive in sparks

December sunshine on her face
She’s beautiful beyond I’ve caught
Real Gods and Angels bring us close
Closer than I ever thought

For her soft soul hides nothing
Statuesque forever more
My beating heart does seem to fly
To places that I can’t ignore

I always felt it would be nice
To be somebody else for a while
But now I’ve found the deepest light
I no longer fake my smile

Be the naked sparrow in the sun
Make tapestries of days and marks
Hill the cravings with a gentle touch
Overlooking lakes and parks


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Chalk Drawings
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


But is haste the spirit ploughs canvas worlds
Unannounced and slightly bed-ridden I try to flee
Sour wine daydreams in rum 
I live to be open a bit lost and free

It describes the way my yearns would feel
My youth is about to leave the room
Eloping to the cemetery
See the broken distance the empty tomb

Fire eviscerates the dark 
My muse sobs bloody requiem
Unleashing the mocking bird
How I collapse with treachery in every single word
I am in love

See the writing on the old chapel wall
In a moment or a mime
You’ll catch the single thought 
The midnight sun clears in time

Old habits flying with future birds
Never before I noticed chalk drawings on the sheep
I’m still beating out of sync
But the images are here to keep

But I hurt like a madmen locked up with blood on his mind
Asphyxiate my change
For being free has given me nothing
I am still alone poor and kind
But chronology fades


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Every Shadow Has A Doubt
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Please the mirror with a patient look 
While tramps live slowly to death 
Cardboard cut-outs in the classroom
Take our souls with every breath

My years returns to sender
A warm hand gentle on my face
Empty ovens in the bloodstream
They make my art my songs their pace

But last night I was begging
This morning my dignity speaks without voice
My calm behaviour resorts to holding me apart
But in haste spirits takes my choice

Cabinet wallpaper smelling of royal weddings
Stolen charm grown solid in the ground
That cloaks the town the dwelling knife
That we hear with every single sound

Shops and pubs in polystyrene brick
Drenched in tourists saliva and sweat
For every shadow has a doubt
In the sun or hiding in the wet

The ground hums
Orphans daydream normal life I’m sure
Soft cushions blocking their sunlight
For which they seek an open door

Killer bees inside the ghosts
The stars said we’d see some peace
Dimensions in passing by the coast
Laugh at us our shell our fleece


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Tiger On Her Heart
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014



Inciting me to rise from low tide
She wears a tiger on her heart
The gentle way she moves her hair
Makes it’s hard for us to be apart

Eloquently living under the strain
Whatever turmoil is to come
Let gales and rain carry us through
To the days our soul will live as one

Sentiment peeling away dark thought
She sparks my life she gives me breath
For the days of shit emotions cold
Could have taken me to early death

 I watched the tragedy unfold
But through rocky roads through mountains high
Through tears and never-felt fears
For to the dark we will say goodbye

The years to come the warmth
Foreign soils with joy emotion
For colour seems so bright when
I show you my devotion

I know clichés are very rare
In my lyrics my words that I like to share
But concealed in this little rhyme
My passion my love my life to bare 


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Rescue The Prophet    
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2014


Thin dogs accompany the tramp on the street
Where rain clouds give a firm hand shake
To the back of his neck, his face his feet
To the harvest of his past that keeps him awake

White lightning screams parallel to the floor
Empty bottles caress once a gentle man
The malaise of his mind enters the black door
Where he reaches to God with his plan

His original after-shave lingers on the concrete
For let the hidden in plain sight roam
Crippled in the cold the warm the heat
He awaits for the tide to take him home

Count the dead reminisce clarity
Treat the poor and kill the putrid stench of power
The embryo that strives to create insanity
For savage mankind still makes us cower

His ash of thoughts dissolve
Lost charcoal stamina on the wall
For the putrid milk of conformity
Surfaces in a century with markings for all

Little does the dropout know he’s in contention
To follow created Gods to the end
Where life he sees without convention
Becomes his saint his wife his friend 

Children and a new landscape
Disposable razors round the bath
Rescue the prophets so all these things
Become lost and left on the path


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Out Of Body Kites    
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2015


I’ve never known the century
To not ride upon the backs of slaves
For even a purist loses his lands
That holds his parent’s graves

Let the day break 
But it may seem like a stretch to most
To the common gentle side
From the shore the land the sky or coast

Play the upturned Earth
To resonate in the masks of the farming
For the scene of men in silhouette
A riddle drenched in harming

Empty steeples in the courtyard
Gathering winds speak destruction
Prestige is gallant in her trail
But loses to guilt and instruction

Through the presentation of Angels
To the pestilence seeping in the blind river
See reality lucid out of control
For the admiral and slave in the cold both shiver

The diary of the sinner reads
The ghost of the firefly arrived
Our out of body kites they ride
Loping to the sea alight

The dust is visible on the cenotaph
Within the beautiful world we see
Cold lakes and noble swans
They help us to be silk and free


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Graffiti In A Lift    
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2015


Clamber within these salted wounds
Irrefutably speaking I’m a failure to all
Islands mock me in their single ripe
Religious blind men even offer me a call 

Perennial waters on the door
Losing gravity in death of kin
Clouded glass pretends to be God
Helping find the lion within

My emotion bleeds upon the hill
Platinum light still far from slow
Can the light of the moon reflect my life
For my swollen nerves are there on show 

Lipstick pages my walls in bright red
Bless my family and friends they try
Sun falling climbing down
For my mental hive is drained and dry

For I’m graffiti in a lift
Temperance needed but seems unkind
Paper cuts keep me awake
Masturbate the demons from your mind

See lightening burn and peel my soul
Calling all sisters to repeat a prayer
In hell disrupted by the sun
Polluted rich in ash-filled air

I see them gallop from the window
Wild horses heal my growing tears
Knights in gold fight my corner
But my room is round and my dark adheres 


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Idolise The Watcher
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2015


Winter is a fashionable excuse for insanity
I use it in the summer too
My light retires to a good new home
After dragging the dragon and his blood in the dew

Even seasick men have their say
Albeit superfluous and stark
Let the poisons lace my empty glass
But this time thankfully it’s lost in the dark

Snakes laugh as they go unnoticed in the belfry
Lions tear apart a refugee 
Crumbled bridges are seen below our flight
Trying to reach the floor of the free

Universal notes are in a refrain of stale Champagne
Deleted dreams heal our cuts
We tend to ignore what we should listen to the most
The words that slice open our guts

You see the end is not nigh or close
Folded light is hiding with the ghost
Of all that’s come and gone and will do
From the sand the sea the coast

I love the rain in her cascaded veil she soothes
Goodbye seems easier in a storm
But silver reflects a different scene
For those dying dead or freshly born

Idolise the watcher for he sees himself best
Never treated to isolation or haste
We can skin any bone and ignore the screams
For all we want is a different taste


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Ephemeral 
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


The establishment weakens
Pig-sticker on my door
The eagle lives a free life
Over changes below from sky to floor

To suckle life
To enjoy the nectar and glory
Of circling your demons 
With glaciers forming every story

The ivory haze of Heaven
Boldly finds a place for all
Within the field of everlasting glow
The silver meteor passes all that call

You see the parasitic way of modernity
Lasted by the blabbermouth of made up Gods and piety
Ephemeral be the stone angel in the graveyard
Through its connectivity we find our deity 

Cotton poison
Ripe vision as a starter
Though my fellow man is a numskull
We all become the martyr

Pale and tired the astronaut retires
His future in doubt the world he shames
He’d seen their peepshow below his feet
But his moth within was scared of the flames

For colour and doomsday love entwined
Controversial I am with the tide
But fire eviscerates my senses
As I run to the trees to the hide

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Pockets Of Ash
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


The escape continues to rise above
For age still takes his dying wages
Burning light she is genuine crass
From low brow lines to upper-class stages

Ride the backs of the lost I say
Pockets of ash remind him us glory
For even the sinner is dead outside
While telling us is dull old story

For represent us please I ask the calling
The dark streets are wet smells of death
I hear nothing till my blood is cold
Till my words retire my final breath

Life it seems relics bone and sundry
To the lost womb or make believe ideas
The ice that forms a cold illusion
Melts in the book we tend to read as fears

Pagans and dead Gods once told me
That life is warm but seldom real
I agree with my deleted dreams
For I sense they stick to the saliva touched heel

Evolution in the masses ripe and keen
Whores and Angles both fast
Castle daughters to iron strength
Make up the world the seas the cast

Deliberate the mother mocks us 
Pale daps and worn feet
Can isolation be turned
Into mudded sequins on a paved gold street


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I Must Inhale
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


Calm blue dawn arrives
With sunshine on her skin
My cenotaph writes itself
Everyday within
 
Taxi cabs and uniforms
Hide my sense of shame
For no-one ever loved me
Or spoke well of me in name
 
I breathe this morning light and dark
For I sense it to be stale
My days alone with fantasy
For that I must inhale
 
One purple legion follows me
From cradle to the grave
For my art my music poetry
All bleeds to make me slave

I love the girl in paperback
But that shelf is out of reach
Glass does form from heating sand
That glass one day I'll breach

And other fish takes the hook
Scared I look and find I’ve caught a guitar
But it’s all a game I know
Especially when you run from afar

Jokes and buzzards in vain
Empty and mystical life
I see them dreaming I want to feel
What’s represented as a farmer or his wife


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Preachers Dance
All Words By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2016


When time itself is lost
Dragging sense becomes a chore
For we light the underneath
To find a life worth living for

Caskets of paradise
Dream ashes turn to see old days
In winter, spring they feel the Earth
In oh so many different ways

Preachers dance on the graves of the damned
Hoping that their sins be lost
The underneath show gallows of gods
All praying and hoping at any cost

The black cars tease the old
Please the reaper are you lying
For underneath lay future’s cold
For today’s a day not good for dying

For each of us we find our flaws
That cradle us for we need our sleep
Hiding behind the many doors
To cope with life to smile or weep

Writer’s block has seen the pen
We sense the ground the soil has more
The underneath comes rife again
The soil touches every pore

The river has second thoughts
Changing stream every day
To find that new glimpse
That leave our demons so far away


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I Weep And Smile For Humanity
All Words and Music By : Stewart Alexander 
ò Copyrighted 2017


Images of a once successful fisherman
Caresses the eyes of those who loved him 
Seagulls echo the sentiments of all
As they lay him to rest we see his rise and his fall

The lives of some bedridden from being overweight
Sadly teach us that cruelty comes in many forms
Broken from memories of an evil school taunt
To the dark demons that love to still haunt

The pot is empty the cupboards are bare
The walls are parking lots for posters of the rich
Some idolise the inane with such passion
That suicide and life comes in and out of fashion

The humble poet the wasted singer the desperate artist
The dying from created war is a living omen of what’s to come
The Devil mocks God with TV news 24
Gallant but misread most of us see the flaw

But listen up I say with a gentle approach
Love your own lives say I the sun and rain
For it welcomes us to choose to smile and see
Life as a game a play for us to act and be free

Fate death love sex food wine and the stars
So much to clothe ourselves in
Depression brings clarity even in pain
We see ourselves more we are see ourselves again  


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