Poems by Alex DixonMost of these poems by Alex were writtenwhen he was at School or at University SPIRITWhat are the cloudsBut the excuse For a sky What is an ending But the reason For a new beginning DIFFERENT TIDESPassing strangersFlotsam on different currents Set on collision courses Which ignites a spark That flutters and flares Deep seated streams Moving apart into Two different worlds Me in my world And another I'll never forget DEPRESSIONIt crawls out of dark nooks and cranniesIts tendrils wispy and clinging, Like an eerie mist It saps your soul and makes you lifeless. It makes you blue It has attacked your blood Makes you fall ... and fall ... and fall ... Into the pit of dispair. You seek offence and yet can only moan, Life is against you, No refuge. No hope. Then it wanders on, leaving the husks behind, To creep up on some other unsuspecting soul. To kill another dream. DEATHDeath is the final business date,Takes precedence above all else It is the final form, The destiny of everyone. It waits in dark alleys, It strikes in bright corridors. Apprearence means nothing to The Grim Reaper. Death is for smokers, and lots of fast food. It is the end of to a beginning, However short or long. It is the throw of a die, SIX - tough luck. The game is over. For some the die are weighted But it'll get you No matter how avoided. Some court Death for the thrill involved Some cannot wait for the final appointment And who knows what happens Is there really a God ? Have we a soul, or Are we a link, a small part Of the ecosystem ? More to the point is Hell hell, or Is it quite nice ? I think I can wait, No premature action for a premature date ! (see Alex's great-grandfather's poem on the same subject) WHO'S THAT GIRLA spritely young femalewith perfect streamlines Blonde hair riot Framing sparkling eyes. Designer shadow highlighting a regal nose Dresses so chic As gyrations follow the beat, Social engineering Holding every hair unruffled. A living dream Setting heart in resonance with the heat, Spiralling passion Passing a sun so shamed to glow. Lives not so far away Distance bridged by Love in step with Time Who's this girl ? Why, she's my Perfect Lady. frappons nos tetes contra les murs !!Headbang - ouch cries the wall !A silly mistake - a little slip of the tongue. After the rush of a five minute day painting flowerpotmen and walking through walls, Finishing the rat race It's nice to retire to invisibility. No distractions - People with problems It was my own little secret And I had to tell somebody. Which way to turn, left or right of the wall ? Right or wrong ? Erase the memory or write the epitaph ? The Rotes of my sermon on my destiny Lost to the general public ! Just when I need to hide Behind my bunch of daisies To banish the ducks wearing wellies To forget my boss with wings. I went and told my teddybears They wheedled themselves into my life Prying into my inner feelings So when I disappear through my secret door Into my magic garden People can just ask my teddies and be told . . . follow the footsteps on the wall ! |
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