Archive for August, 2015

Town Street Blues

Posted: August 30, 2015 in Poetry
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A lonely night on town street.
Many apples to be picked among the remains of lost youth and innocence.
Many a brew to be consumed,
until I am blind with joy  and distortion.
The clear sky of night, blissfully ignored,
due to the beautiful ladies of night.
Eyes meeting eyes.
Shivers up my spine.
Big brews and fine wine.
Exciting flaws anticipating rejection.

© Alex Turner 2015

Greed

Posted: August 21, 2015 in Poetry
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Fill up your mind and empty your stomach
Gluttony
Sweet gluttony
Allure
Open your mind and the heavens fall
Gluttony
Sweet gluttony
Gluttony of the saints
Greed
Unlike a child in need
Foresee what is to become of the future
Preach to nothing
Say die
Do another day
And say die
Gluttony
Sweet gluttony

© Alex Turner 2015

Reflection

Posted: August 20, 2015 in Poetry
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Is my life capable of poetic substance.
As I sit and peer into the television screen , full of nonsensical boredom and pretentious drones of plastic Hollywood androids.
Presumptuous robots created by contemporary bullshit.
My mind drifts in and out of the box, just waiting for something, something like inspiration to come around the corner.
Just anything! As long as I am not sat rotting and smoking in this spot.

© Alex Turner 2015

Chasing Shadows

Posted: August 15, 2015 in Poetry
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Chasing shadows on brittle frozen lake.Hear the cracks darting through the air like arrows, some might say its a pleasure of the damned. As the old man edges closer to the shadows the further they flee.They will stop haunting him now. Harming his posture so leans back and nearly sees the light. It’s just easier to have a smoke and become victimised in this dark and eternal land and somehow find hope within the cracks. One day there shall be honey bees and cherry blossoms building around an empire of happiness. As Bukowski said : find something you love and let it kill you.

One day maybe it shall prevail and be straight and true but until then chasing shadows amongst the for is what he shall do.

© Alex Turner 2015

My Liberty

Posted: August 10, 2015 in Poetry
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Pierce my heart with the arrow of liberty with your enchanted and brave soul.
Don’t let me give up there must still be some hope,
That I can muster,
If only I could trust her.
The strength I need,
Caught up in the spectrum of fragility.
All with mite if I might get through to the other side.
Well he’s a mixed up guy peering up into the sky,
In search of wanderlust, love and lost sorrow.
He just needs to keep his head in the clouds and his feet on the ground.

© Alex Turner 2015

An Island

Posted: August 3, 2015 in Poetry-Prose
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We’re on an island, an island I say!
Where a dark grey sky is never a miss, and to be ignorant is just sheer bliss.
Put down your pool cue and put up your fists.
Pits and pubs and pubs and pits.
Men dressed as women and women dressed as men.
There was a party of pirates too.
Our culture is now barren.
My generation is selfish and is prone to to fuck itself over over and over again.
I just hope to find the small group of exceptions .
The ones who fight for the good of our generation.
The ones who find the warmth in the dark animated shadow of night.
The ones who shall find the freedom of their persona.
Find themselves .
Not follow fads and the trends of the sheepish like majority on the God forsaken dull island.
Good luck. Good luck. Good luck.
Reach the end and find it. Reach for it . And catch it.
Because no one else will do it for you.

© Alex Turner 2015