Poetry
To Murder Crows
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
On paralysed mornings I see her there
Blurry eyes to confront what will defecate
My walls mould faces it becomes so clear
Carving thoughts follow my steps throughout
Catharsis brought forth by blades
Stop the bleeding right before I die
Wrap me up I’ll go on with my life
Until I feel this way again
Lime bleeds parole if I am to feed cells
To the warm and lustful
Horse-grounds forgive me as diamonds
Pension their shine I am trying
Rose plaid takes my heart back
Miltonia arches rise in adorning home
Silent parades the sulphur of my return
Ploys my tasteless oats youth resign untold ghosts
Teeth seldom lay in thought they just ache
I am in love
Encrypted residue on the wake of the land
Lips and numb vision eclipses the pine
Weakened roses gnaw at my fingers
Enlightened skills loom over my face
Rusty knights ripen my curses fold
Tis but a dark fiend that feels my soul
Red parallel and flight benign loping in the toned sea alight
Lust continues to ripple through
I will live till the crush of the moment
As chronology fades in escapades
Rest underneath a bridge stoned in
Photographs from my youth
I entered this world splintered with life
I run to the sea but I’m terrified
Islands mock my wonder in their single soaking ripe
For I ease my hand with grass-stains and release
Callous awakening of the sea reels my light-soul back to deep salt
Healing wounds burn as statues grey from decades of rain mock me from the shore
As the sand turns to glass below my feet
Swollen shivers play notes whales think of as dead
Marbled courts judge me through centuries infamy beards my face
As the mudded sequins once thought of as beautiful speak out
To murder crows
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We Are The Universal
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Donations skip the laurel in what's deemed the wet rhetorical plagiarised and uniformed
Theme to be white casket for my funeral light copper words refrain and speak of my Intoxication
Dead before I shake lament for the universities in their wake
The child dead in his mother's womb the light he now sees around
Lament for the saga that's become my portrait the click of my lover's camera
The swallow as his brothers are killed the hanged teenager who lost the inner fight
Torrents of affliction copper bands descend upon my churlish wake
Painful rain jack-knifes the light outside my window fire eviscerates the dark, my muse sobs bloody requiem unleashing the mocking bird how I collapse with treachery in every single word
Decadent Madeira in limestone emery curses the boys who wet in the nunnery
Guinevere is tensionless and in lust they sanitize sex as they live in the city
Extrorse my souls and clean within internal plague throughout my sin
Jerids pierce our sanctum combined jeel houses my shivers and spine
Neolithic Cardinals in poison thread feeling the clamminess of the female dread
Sequined intruders look stunning but hide
Doctrines and summer seven gates rise my decades
Within the apathy of fading dreams
Anguish carries me through the day to come
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Pregnant Gold
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
The laser printer in the bathroom spits out a vacant page
Of silk pampered portraits of the family in their sullen cage
Pregnant gold lays near the water waiting to give birth
Beside the cash machines and wallets dying for all there worth
Paganistic rituals on the hills at dawn
Warm horses gallop to the child within
Ice-maidens manicure the perfect scenes
Lovers loving strangers from the next of kin
Running like a madman for my gifts are on their way
In packages of pregnant gold to help you go astray
The classroom in the wardrobe is waiting to be wore
by you me the treated stranger treated like a whore
Computer parody roams raven roads
Praying on life from sculpted museum walls
Wherein silver frames of madness
Dance strangely crimson robes of fallen halls
The station master with his arm in plaster falls on the railway line
A passing train curdled with rain slips of the track in time
Many injured no-one dies cries only from the cold
As in-between the train and track lays deep but pregnant gold
Felt and silk pretend inside the maker's wine
Vampires in shadows across the chateau's floor
Dogs dream in lost sliding parallels
Screaming little whispers from the rich to the poor
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Computer Parody
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
The time is drifting to unconsciousness
Labelled enemies of the sinking few
I see them standing in the mirror’s day
The dead men we all once knew
Saints and sinners in strong uphold lands
Eating from each empty street
Tasting anxiety in the ropes that bestow them
Dragging them too their weary feet
Computer parody is in the system
Reflecting life as it waves goodbye
To the elves and the Martians that live among us
Beneath our grounds and ageing sky
Computer parody as it speaks
Is a shining example of the quickening weeks
Computer parody in all its glory
Telling us and making us believe its story
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Smiles Of Anarchy
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Trembling at the rehearsal
Gaining weight by the second
Married in a dress by a suit
Children work and then death
People by the masses
Frozen in a repetitive lifestyle
A lifestyle that makes me paint
The weakening floors of my council house
With yellow vodka in bile
Alarm clocks should be drowned in fire
Education only for the living
Imagine hair aroma agony
Lunatics on the infinite grass
Liquid paradoxical
Events that never alter
Never alter what we need to breathe
For a day of new opinions
From scientists as they falter
Solitude begin praying to fake gods
Manipulate climb to the centre
Ovulate pain times years
Harassment gender under skin particles
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Tasteless Bones Incurable
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Cerebral microphones on the blink
Ring at fifty pence per minute
Cum in thirty seconds quick escape
Mortuary wooden violins
Glorious string quartet
The dame with her fetish young sex
Singing erosions on the cliff edges
Movies from the 1600’s still repeated
My mind is a room filled with cracks
My thoughts are trees and lumberjacks
I destroy myself from the outside in I don’t believe in good or sin
Tasteless bones incurable tasteless days endurable
I see them all feel them all riding through my veins
Which single route shall I take there’s seven different lanes
Drop the encouragement acid
Sands talk of flaky surround
Love Oscar Wilde homosexuality
Crash helmets at the eye test
Harsh whip lash if provincial enough
Glass made terrorists mace the farmers
Statues melting new ground cover
Are they still slaying the fox
Bearded knight in his rusty armour
Slander for losing one of his limbs
Smelting tasteless bones, incurable
See the methods to my madness
Heed the message gently hidden
Moaning drumbeats in occasion
Spray paint on the walls of a church
Direction to the real world
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Whisper Steps
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Plagiarise the contents of the songs we used to here
Envelop the characters into shaping a new style
Our schools are shit the Earth is kind
Inside playpen buildings we’re clocks ready to wind
Fools scattering round in a green grass wake
Looking for bodies at the bottom of the lake
I drink hand-written ideas till I burst a book
The drug to never die I took
Disentangle with submission
Elegance sometimes kisses my face
Alcohol burns my insides
All I do is feel sick
With the idea of experience needed
Whisper steps in auditorium sounds full
Black ice and sex invading the stage
Spend all your money on anger release the sensual
Masturbate the demons from your body to the lull
Pheromone Gods supple the brains in the nightclub
Radiant speakers enticed by beliefs
Grease the slaves for another story
Burn each tasteless page for the kids are chiefs
Dying thoughts from the world
Enter my blood with each bottle of wine
I’m scared all the time my nightmares wake me to sleep
Confusion and convulsion it’s all the same to me
Awaking rain on my tired dark eyes
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The Haste Of Dealers
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
To find the rightful owner of the correlation zombie
First you need to realise escape is always immanent
Pick up the dying swan and reach into his soul that’s fake
Taste and smell exchanging vibes of the transfer to the lake
Lip reading while music enters without voice
Suffocating my nursery with many adults
The haste of dealers the haste of dealers
When will the judge take time in his thoughts
As naked pirates drench insanity’s courts
Old brandy dreams of being sipped at eight
As pages of insulin controls only his gate
10,000th floor I fly to in my sleep till dawn
Moving objects in my mind in prime example
See my moods, my needs, my moves in sullen red
Extra-sensual visions reflect inside my head
Playboy 44 was once a timid sweet child
Neurotic attitudes make us even more scared
Diseases created can always be shared
Whatever we are given comes only from ourselves
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The Ground Hums
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Tramps live slowly to death
Cabinet wallpaper
Smelling of royal weddings
Spout stale smoke milking the city air
All craves and graves on the sills of tower bins
The sugar in the flower bed hides
While a pusher makes a deal to tender
My soul returns
From 3 till 7am I live the most
Free no sound of chaos
Till the paint stripper breakfast breaks
Breaks my sanctuary mentality
To soft padded rooms
Empty ovens in the bloodstream
A warm hand gentle on the face
The ground hums
Soft cushions blocking the sunlight
Black circles fight the fight
Take-away escapee runs in need
To his out-of-body flying kite
Count the dead and reminisce clarity
War heroin money for old rope
Scarves in summer write the plays
Subtle sex involuntary
Experiencing pleasure in the high dead
Lucidity stretching
Stretching substances they'd like to wed
Paradise sanctuary
Last night I was sad
This morning my bare emotion sobs in raw air
I can't see any way out
As I sit and watch the bottle stare
Killer bees inside my hormones
Making me do thing I hate the most
Sex with oral indignities
Creates my everlasting ghost
Last night I was begging,
This morning my dignity speaks without voice
My calm behaviour resorts to holding me apart
Supervise your own desperation
Is the bridge really that long
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Quivers White
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Winters on her way
The demon speeds with slight refrain
I hope the snow cools me down
For early nights are dark again
My guitar washed and undeterred
It still hopes but quivers white
For I walk and hope to be heard
By crowds inside great heights
Inner-watches worry me so
I feel old and yet to go
The grey brings depth to the page
But the future can be slow
I love the tales and dresses
That climb deep under my skin
Clothing me in self denial
Returning soaked in gin
My friend I believe in fate
Aping along the side of suns
Music be celstrial's brother
Soak it as it runs
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Acoustic Fires
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Expose the morning as a fraud
It only replies to the dark
Acoustic fires flood the landscape
The wildlife the roads the park
Crush the front page with your car
Eat your air before the dust empowers it
Sickness expires self esteem rises
Pioneers of time uses it wisely
Halfway becoming the new flavour
Climatic scenes on the front of a magazine
I try to understand while sitting on the grass
Black eternity owns your choices calm
Meet your soul on the way to the dogs
Love turns water into white sand
As you house your hope in any made gods
Daddy you promised you would never leave
As parents go out of style
Naked wings on a orange plane whistle
Wasting the word waste in scrabble
Hungry but sweating faces of indecency
Of the stigmatic outward forceful while
Natural justice elopes with your fiancée
Tyranny menu for a gift unwrapped
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Age Is An Echo Of The Mind
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Parallel fire slides on the landscape
Awkward strings play a thorned song
My frozen stare stares through the taped boxes
That holds all my past that’s come and gone
Pale fences surround my long green land
Unwrapping life I find my old poems
The element of purpose fragmented and free
Within space we find gaps universal to be
Pandemonium my requiem scorched as we are to see
Cherry trees control the strong breeze
That gangs up on the four castle towers
I feel the presence of ghosts on white horses
They ride through the grounds for hours and hours
They see the point
Hear my mantras and flight
They take me in sleep
To the purpose of night
Age is an echo of my mind
Plagiarising contests of the rich and the blind
Youth is thunder it hides in the miles
We count lightening each day shades all our styles
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Prism
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Unnatural colour rises subdued and caught
Oxygen refined in slow subtle words
A gentle meeting with anarchy
Active duress in circled herds
Idolised as I try to masturbate
Alone in attempts to live
Turn off descending smiles
In all that I choose to give
Please the mirror with patient looks
Places lion their stand
Stolen charm grown solid mistook
Prism drenched in tourist-sand
From a clean pair of heals holding up beer
He sees life through a spectrum glass
Pillows must construct his dreams in advance
As everything dark he tends to pass
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Ancient In The Future
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Take the sun and wash it down
Take this world and dry it’s sign
I look in the mirror at a fallen man
Take the grass and paint it sane
Take the woods and make them pages
Serendipity is closing down on me
We’re ancient in the future
Gold only gives the ground a name
Where beyond it’s fringes welcome
The gently warm insane
Take the snow and make a man
Take the coral and make a landmark
Nobody in the house of subtle rain
parades around in their open mask of dark
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 silence
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Angels Kill The Devil
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Mayhem keeps up in its guise
Within a blunted red violin
Service in the top twenty
Change the flavoured darkening gin
Travel to the next reprise
Sequins on the parachute
Friends in empty pockets
A white and burning slight flute
Angels kill the devil
Enigmas drown the countryside
In temptations beside
Fallen angels uniform
Docile person cannot be
What we used to be
Fuck and ignore persona
Fallen deserts drench again
Cells begin to rebel and sin
I am the equal and the pen
Disappointed requiems concise
Wisdom condemned reacts
All the middle highs
Wet Wednesday in her rise
Elope fantasy to dry the demand
charisma forte astound
I create a pink illumine
Take me to the Angel sound
Bless me I implore
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Trial Of The Dark
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Daylight carves the new born ground
I watch the sunrise run through his lies
Blood hounds starve on thorny crowns
Twilight fades from lavender skies
Thunderous gavel canyons of guilt
Porcelain eyeballs avoid questions
Frivolous year slaves begin to wilt
Ignore the lawyer’s left suggestions
No parole from life on a sun
Yesterday's future tomorrow's past
The night's escaped he's back on the run
Identify the rain that fell from his grasp
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The Empty Train
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Recited stirs combined with fear
Drain black coal fire from your veins
Dear Palindrome wraith engineer
They tempt rain tiny trap theme
Future rust is on the platform
Turpentine bawd pony feet
Rosebud in needles and studs
Calamity begins her sleuth
Barrow splays uterus blood
Marihuana's so uncouth
Locomotive phantasm in the flood
The empty train still coasts alone
Slack the rope that snaps their backs
Clone putrid flesh on tracks of bone
The ghost arrives while Mars attacks
Boarding now to alchemy's realm
Unrise my platinum black sun
Swollen intrigue of which we are yet to meet
Incubus legions salivate deceit
Chrome doors open at out feet
But who are we to trick the empty train
Or pluck hot diamonds from its brain
Emptiness appears in this song
But disappears when we play along
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Paperweight Princess
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Jade envelopes chat about the weather
Origami tigers gnaw pink suede leather
Suckling tears from a big cat wink
Cartoon boardrooms in industrial torture
Cheap white shirts drenched in sweat
Appease trustees with yesteryear’s news
Knee-tight skirts smoke cigarettes
Dirty old wallpaper blinds the outside
Crying-out roads that welter in mess
From skyscraper blonds with lactating eyes
Bless me a virgin Mother Loch Ness
The office whore marks lines on the door
Hormones and Cadillacs rise in emotion
Laudanum red lipstick makes young lions roar
Hipbones do jumping jacks third law of motion
Paperweight princess she smiles high
Her black bra is seen by all the staff
Bonsai advantage of rubberised thighs
Licking their noses like long-necked giraffes
Sandwich heaven and a quick lunch-hour beer
Lying comes naturally through Marlboro smoke
Eating with pigs never hurt one's career
Teething is easy with catnip and dope
Gold watches should never be an ambition
The orphaned daydream's capsulate
Old Scotches do better to break tradition
In vacuous skulls to hibernate
Don't find yourself when you're 65
Peripheral misery leaves to die
Knowing not if you are dead or alive
Green turtle shells boned hollow and dry
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Nest of Angels
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Redefine your views on cold minds
Bind ocular vision en masse
We live in a nest of Angels
Without creed colour or class
A pure soul of requiem resides
Is there a simple reason why I fear fear
Hearts sunk in a pyre of ashtrays
Why soliloquy when no one will hear
I would love to see the world on her own
Purified from trends
Fade out the memories eliminate the bone
Take the devil to the ends
So let the camera roll and follow the tramp
Superficial feelings behind this black façade
DNA sunglasses within our rubber stamp
Within this nest of angels you’re always on guard
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Shades Of Yellow
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
White fragments of inner-coal can rot
Aching over once dear thoughts
That once sold my calm for a dollar
Now constricting me like floods drenched in lust
I can see
But hence and red feeling bile crawling up my throat
Through the woods of my poppy mind
Rise through water unconfined and mists my anxieties
I can see
Just Wednesday I'm hummed like a boardwalk
That fell so quickly in the loch
A shallow shade of yellow combines my speech and fades
Water dark and cold I slide and serenade
I can see
Under black twisting valence
Speech becomes my absolute nightmare
I shiver in the darkest silence adoring the soul of a girl
I watch her sleep and my heart dances but of such an awkward dance
Holding corn that bakes the bread we share I worry about my heart
I can see
Fall asleep next to an angel
Her Candelabra bright sings sins deliberate and with smiles of velvet
Fills the air with life and incarnate a new baby new life
Pleading with my bodies slate to be real and me
Love may stretch my abode and my body but my mind is alive
I can see
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To Take A Trance
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
The moon dances yearning despair
As I whisper embittered prayers
My eyes recoil from whirling souls
Amongst my days and her dares
Wolves call me for velvet decay
My dependence upturned and done
Agony mourns in deception
Sacrificed a thousand and one
Fire eviscerates the dark.
As Jesus ascends and caresses
He dribbles blood around my eyes
Soaked
I take a trance and triple it
Persistence envelopes my walk
Dark knights and spirits implore
My muse sobs bloody requiem
Unleashing the mocking bird
How I collapse with treachery
With ever single word
Humming birds slaughter the destitute
Ravens swallow
Under flights and Wednesday morning
I soak myself in mourning.
My black cats scoff at celestial beauty
Virtue never calls when the pile drains my senses
Black silk will tend to my thigh as I cry
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Life For The Weak
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Enter the valley of my womb
My life for the weak in its tomb
My red cellotaped present sky
I want to hum and trade the die
Pray to the God that doesn’t exist
While drinking a vodka with orange twist
Where the clothes of summer reds
Near wedding bells used in the beds
Live be free live be free still waiting for the green light son
You’ll be waiting till you’re a hundred and one
I can’t escape this body I’m in
I’m surrounded by aliens and Gordon’s gin
When will my skin melt to pure gold
And when will the world be fucking told
Red lipstick in a masochistic jump-suit
Bikini barristers wearing the inside out
Consequences as parasites loot
Can there be any more hiding doubt
Inducing amnesia centrefold
Ignoring the banister’s holding mould
I’ve seen the point of the wanting well
I’m the hell of physical cell
I’m living in a world of physical gain
It’s life for the weak and the acid rain
Falling into the breathing
Of my inner but sensual seething
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Impetuous Return
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Red and blue I’m only 18 with a video of suffering
Is this the future
5-hour debate on canteen rules
College morals in wrong places
Discipline in black and white
A stable diet of sandwich
A pension for being a lamb
Lose individuality in an emotional dam
Impetuous return impetuous I yearn
Mercy fined I’m on my way back from the stupid
Can you teach me
9 hours of repetition to soak in
If I get what my parents want for me
Impetuous return to numbing
Stand and slowly run
Impetuous returned tribes
Stop the colour rot
The daily abuse of lather
Nil by mouth pile it all into my drip without force
Can I react
166 hours of waiting for Monday
Nurses hold my hand in fear
As I am impetuous return
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Mandatory
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Ashamed into direction
Self-loathing decisions
Forced in green belief
To be a rapist a jeweller a thief
The uniform provided swiftly drowns your stake
Mandatory in tyranny responds to the take
Mandatory sculpture for the signal for the cost
Mandatory sadness for the people that we lost
Run to the hills for shelter run to the hills for shelter
Mandatory swelter
Flip-charts and pens
Truth for a million
Scalded into striving
Making money cooking driving
Without my fork to grip my sanity and soft hold
I’ll be swept into mandatory as I’ve been told
Walk with agony feel the uninvited demon
Mandatory way of living like others
The small spider
Makes another web
He’s made to repeat by the wind
But he hasn’t sinned
Even a dog gets to lay in the sun
Sleeping in parallel dreams
Always loving it seems
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Slice My Hand
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
My name-badge peels away the fear
but if it wasn’t for my love I haven’t met
Derelict construction widens its grasp
Convoy the destructor’s wives and lovers
I feel the pain flow
Slice my hand over the font
See the child in all glory
Let me feel my breath
Another religious story
Finding resident places in broken streets
Places become rare
Whistles resemble be quick
A slide show of the weak and sick
Stubborn Monday lost in ends
My history maker always lends
Symphonic dialect queers the worry and suns
Watch me as I bleed a topping of obvious confession
Slice all hands
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Effervescent Junky
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Evoke the thought my dear in justifying emotion
Help us see in clarity sense old king
It’s raining severe sunburn
I cannot endue
Slender be the king in his palace of fat admirals
looking to wed his daughters in their quarters
A world of madness and litter trays
Soaking up all the waste
Effervescent junky kings flutter at dawn
Taste your mother as you enter the born
Made into a monster made into a slave
Made on metal markings on effervescent graves
Escape this city of lost souls in its crayon culture
A haze drips a wage for the greying king
Change the floors beneath my feet
To piles of sleepy huts
Purple racketeers kings flutter at dawn
Caskets of tables creating a pawn
Made in howling dog made in cheap champagne
Made in square rainbows after the painted rain
Evoke the palace my dear in crumbling emotion
Help us keep our solace old king
It’s snowing severe sunburn
I will not endue
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Flight Of Unseen
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Hunted like fragile children
Spilled acid on the faces of human evolution
Returned immoral nature
Pestilence and greed grows in traps
Spirit guides direct me home pain inside still with foam
Little Angles in retrospective my opinion is objective
Flight of unseen dearest tyrant echo my soul
Isolated slaves under the coal
Flight of unseen my bones are corrupt and so
Will I die at the very last show
Flight of unseen country
Stubborn ways give a right impression
Variables are pointing
Flag the way to the next arrivals
Playing white cider in mind odd illusion I always find
Paper petrol burning woods hidden cameras in their hoods
Blood drips from the feast at the table
Sweep us all into a single note
Poets drink all the wine in my fable
Sweep up to become all the boat
Thatch the roof of never
Assassinate fucking lost scientists
Clear the boardwalk as the arrivals arrive
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Platinum Light
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Calling all the sisters to read my prayers
Sad faces still clear my mind
I’m crying and shaking on the stairs
I failed again to reach my time
Platinum light still far from grasp
My answer phone stays silent of course
I feel I need to be bitten or dragged
Taken from my home with force
The ceiling gives way to my shoulder pressure
My eyes remain open for the plaster to burn
I long for Platinum light
Read dances flare upon shivered nights
I long for Platinum light my hands asking
For new lover’s sight
The wind mocks me with howling
The sun climes my skin in orange-red
A poet’s life is always growling
But I tend to anger in my head
Wild horses heal my growing fears
I see them gallop from my window
But when I delve to go outside
My swollen nerves are there on show
I need to hold my life
See it as I see the snow
Time to settle on the ground
As my universe is slow
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New Antique
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
I sit and listen to the daylight calling
Paper flowers dust the sideboard in print
I hear desire she’s tasting my thought
She’s my fire my gas my flint
Wednesday’s sick of being ignored
The middle dulls my life as well
Age enlists all the wood real gold
To create a new antique to sell
For we are all new and old
Many lives seem left untold
Carnation flows the ree and the free
A thousand lives we rarely see
But a thousand lives we’ll always be
Clamber gentle stones to scrape the sky
Fields of ghosts firefly the horizon
I sense it our skin defies the cold
Inside us the world and sun
The diary of a sinner chalk from a child
Both live and breathe the same life
Fate becomes diligent white and clear
Underneath wrapped in our fear
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Can I Stand In Sand
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
Degree inept how can we relate
Pestilence broken phones fermented clones
Hysteria painted mayhem and skills
Do the ones who tender to those
To those seeping into blinded rivers
See reality lucid and out of control
Just in time naked planes split my reach in half
I was sending my past to be counted and marked
Admirals tell me how hunters won the one
But I’ve clambered black bins up-turned and parked
Unseen trip sand slips into a vein I never use
My stance is shattered by future ice on her way
I try to act as though I know what to do
Jails just mock me as I try to snap my back and stay
Can I stand in sand
Hounded letters appear on my keyboard
I’m trying to strip a second century
I’m knighted by perverted democracy
Break free x-rays hide the real self
Tile fragrant pictures on your shelf
Working prime exercise seems to leave quickly
Why do I masturbate the body to the lull
Ordinance tracks my shoes as they sink deeper
Lullabies wreck 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
I’m down for the count edited indebted inebriated
Relative opinion second dominion
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Cradle My Thought
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
A lesson of classless fools,
Cartoon band-wagon's play in all schools
I am Southdown and dying to know
What cherries will fruit this late summer show
Hiding in grass my pen pals they say
That my hairbrush makes one look ever so gay
But I prolong my lip-reading in pubs
Or for the watching of strippers naked in clubs
I see Goldstone and quiver with the thought of it all
As I cradle my poverty wait for his call
I have a stunner a lover deep in my mind
Like sunlight she glimmers can make one go blind
The thought of her smile her sizzle and lust
Stone-circles would crumble and fall into dust
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Uniforms & Paragraphs
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
The wallpaper mocks me like a little child
Carpets of wasted-thin cherubs keep my line of salt stagnant
The illusion of life scraped and unturned seems wasted on me
Unless I get burned
Candles melt on my window-sill
Fragrant but undelivered the future may be a sense of white light
Aching to make my days a little better
But I don't see the postman yet
Death makes angels of us all
Oh how the idiom of man recalls nothing but the need to be accepted
I yearn only to be well
Fuck dread and filed requiems into the paths of the silly
And wasted prophets expelling life as a tool to be enriched and adored
We always retort never caught abuse at the silent library
Electric guitars drying bars climb the walls of the rising free
Legends that say for us to stray write and drink eternally
I figured out this climbing doubt it’s as simple as it could be
I adore the idea of death this mild and uncouthed dream
That can slander the best of men and doctrined only for us
To slightly see what it is
I don't want uniforms and paragraphs
I just want to be well
Computers take a stance of a snake while treating us like shrouds
Sex on the run what a pun always from a far
Wood and bones celebrity phones loneliness inside the bar
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Gang Raped Emotion
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
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Dead flies on the windowsill
Killed by the sunlight with no escape
As the curtains are closed
Cars screech to a halt
It’s Sunday afternoon predictable
As kids die on the street
Gang raped emotion split inferno 20
Parents reading emotions fast
Friends on one hand
Lunatics around the circle
Where I find myself at the slowing last
Self pity on the dusty carpet
Lost tombs inside my head
Open in easing flowing motion
Black and white fields burn
As condemnation falls from
The synchronised assault
Broken strings wait in the bin
Helping the return of the shadow
Guru in funeral captions
Another day in the life
Re-enacting inside my blood
The living and the dead
Calumniate properties that eat the soil
As solidity for fluids exhaust the country
In a gang raped emotion
Fat and over 37
Wine my only true friend
Speaks to me bluntly
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The Moth Within
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
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Plate the gossip to feed the neighbours
I’m searching for the moth within
To find a light that’s evading me
House my enigmas place my hand
I ponder the strain that’s raping the land
Only if I agree to this mad plan
Shall we submerse ourselves
Air not needed food history
As we sink to a stance on the once beauties knee
Billboards elaborating my senses
My pen pals run out their ink
I’m alone needing only myself to breath
My whim besides my whim suppresses
The moth’s answers from his ageing guesses
Stepping on long patience
Purify intenses give inoculations
Quiet scenarios but I hear a starving hound
Weak stickers hold the dry weak ground
Hiding quietly from the dead population
Harsh anxiety enriches the moth
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Lust Immoral
All Words By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2010
I wish the end would speak
Bring immoral and the weak
I wish my lust would cease
Bring my mind some gentle peace
I wish all masks would climb
My face in a changing chime
I wish this wish would go
As my suicide is slow
The swim has made me tired
As hummingbirds read me my rights
Frozen lust immoral
Immoral’s trust in lights
I’m lust immoral portrait of a fool
My playground in the school
Lust immoral it seems to be my turn
When will I stop this growing yearn
I wish the bible would burn
Perhaps then we’ll learn
I wish my body release
From this outer silver fleece
I wish a motive of intent
As my morals quickly went
I wish an answer up front
From the bastards on the hunt
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