Works in progress. A journey through the early stages of my 19th book of poetry...

Saturday, June 30, 2012

For Missing Lovers

My skin is crawling now...
How vague the deep blue appears

Always seems to hide a little gray
Behind raptures eyes
The smallest kind of lie...
Like sharpened heaven.

We never forget...

Some old grave we departed
Guess it's all the same
For missing lovers in your heart
Not meant for another...
S t r a n g e r . . .

Why do you care?

Why do you feel like you owe her such a quiet visit?
The pale light strikes into the night sky
I promised nothing...

But I feel as though I need to give her my everything.

THE STARS STILL BRIGHT THIS ANGRY STORM.

The silence manifests into the deep blue

Like sharpened heaven.

My skin is crawling now...

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Hour of Impulse

Indeed the need for change is of the essence
Simple words I can't compare
Nor will my mask be noticed tomorrow
But you will see, you will live
Don't forget to make way for me
So I can let go...
I do not understand without struggle...

Keep it at bay...
The storm is closing in
Resting needles on the morning sun.
Eyes facing bloody horizon...
Born, lived and died there...

No since in looking back
The past is forever gone...
And I will learn from trial and error
The very hour of my impulse...

A limb won't save me now
But won't let go.

Cannot live to suffer...

When creation is eternal.

Indeed the need for change is of the essence.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Soul Possession

The tides are changing
We knew this day would come
And now throughout all my worries
The fear builds up to new scars...
The fear earns me the heart
I. Have.
Soul possession...

A writers passion

All emotions...
Old emotions
Running strong;

Hit the wall...
Climb to the top
And fall

We always do...

Monday, June 25, 2012

Stain Glass Library

I am the dust on this cold surface
Slow moving decay...
A promise of the believers mind
All my doubt and questioning, most of all
Goes against the atheist...
The one who spends their life like it's the only one they'll have...
My, how I envy...
The simple eyes... the pain you feel as suffering.

The echo of your loss is will and heart;

Not to mention the dream of union.

No matter what will be
Consequence will follow
Collecting words and thoughts
Pages in a book...
All marked inside.

The stain glass library...

I am the dust on this cold surface

The echo of your loss is will and heart;

The dream of union.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Sometimes the Grave

You bleed me dry
Just as I awake...
I know the skies are crimson
And your eyes can't be seen...

They're sometimes
The grave...
Yeah,
They're sometimes the most
Darkest silhouettes;

But you're not one of them...
Your lights casting down upon mine

I am hallow and so easily mislead;
I was always without love
And now I can't go back from this...


Pull the curtains aside
The rain has stopped...
There is a piano in the guest room
Through these pauses of
Old train sounds
& ancient machines
I can distinctly remember you playing...
Without anyone else there...

Standing next to me... like ghosts
I felt alone
Just the window open half way
Reminds me of the love without touch,

The streetlights without light,
The never ending noise...
And your promises...

It's stranglehold on me.
Waiting for your sweet release...

You bleed me dry
Just as I awake...
I know the skies are crimson
And your eyes can't be seen...

They're sometimes
The grave...
Yeah,
They're sometimes the most
Darkest silhouettes;

I love you so much yet understand so little
(Can't you feel my heart is yours?)
But can you feel it's complexity?

I won't be misunderstood.

They're sometimes
The grave...
Yeah.

They're always
The grave...

(Written 6-24-2012 between 3-4 am.
While listening to Domenic play guitar... )

Friday, June 22, 2012

The Abandonment of God

The angels they speak to me
Twilight on the water...
I'll never be afraid again
Just cut so close to this one tragedy...

The fountain of wishes that never came true...
Still the sparkle in the eyes of a child
Now the man has grown...

He suffers, he suffers....

Just the departure from the earth...
Outside of heaven walls they sit on golden chairs
Waiting for the incline or declining
If ever their destiny should be willed...

People have files a mile long...
And innocence always changes
The guardian shields himself
So nobody knows...
Nobody knows...

CAN OUR LOVED ONES EVEN LISTEN?

NOBODY CARES
NOBODY CARES...

THE LIFE OF AN UNHOLY SHADOW

COME BACK TO EARTH

Twilight on the water...

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Portals of Green

Words are passages
You enter through the doorway
Shadows against the light
Of descending faith...

And now in the forest of trees
The eyes are portals of green...

End with a life that fear interferes
The only stage of life on this stage of dramatics
Where the light of the sun is not the sun
Continuing to love is not a mission...
Though, the love that is lost hangs on long arrows

Everything else you care about hangs in the balance.

Of love that fear interferes;

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

In Response to a Prayer


I am happy in this garden
Flowers like windows open wide
It will rain tonight but only for a moment.
It will rain tonight from my eyes...
My love for you.

The colour of the fruits and pictures remind us
There is a decent heart inside
There is a soulmate for everyone.

There is no wrong greater than the fear;
Keep a hold of my tree limb never let go...
In response to a prayer...
A trail of passion, the one I love
The one that hears me when I am unspoken...
In the dark hallway of endless despair..

The one that hears me when I am unable.

I am happy in this garden
Flowers like windows open wide
It will rain tonight but only for a moment.
It will rain tonight from my eyes...

My love for you.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Out on a Limb

Detached from my body
Like the soul fly's into the night
In more ways than one
We are missing...
Don't seem to see the same blue
Of the dawn
Like we did before...

Hang on to this tree limb again
Hang on to her love...
Warm embraces
Loneliness lingers

Though the blood still anesthetized

Something unreal took place here
Something one can't explain
Don't ever believe that you can't trust it
Don't ever believe that desolation could leave you hopeless
This night is only one shade in a lifetime of colour
And you are all that I feel...
All that I fear can't make this painless...

Can't make you possible.

Warm embraces
Loneliness lingers

Though the blood still anesthetized.

Detached from my body
Like the soul fly's into the night

In more ways than one
We are missing...
Don't seem to see the same blue
Of the dawn
Like we did before...

Hang on to this tree limb
Hang on to my love...

For Funerals

The music has stopped, how quiet it is tonight,
It's never felt so quiet and I alone;
In the middle of the night- those flowers make me think of funerals.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

( ( W i n d o w s ) )


Hide who you truly are...
In times we seek even the smallest act of kindness...
Shield your face from the wind
Hide who you truly are...
Unless you're made of stone.

FOR ME.

WE CAN'T BE MADE UNDONE.

There are some people that just can't wait a lifetime

For a sure thing.

There are some who can't handle this kind of loneliness
Sadness cloaked in mystery...
Others who are built around it...
Others who feed off it...

Those are not weak
Those are strong and designed for healing.

Live through pain until the idol end
Before new life begins
Before all the hate...

I now the type that sees things only one way.

Proof that we are not here.

Well, there's more than one way to reach absolution.

And I now there are windows that don't just show the world outside

I now there are windows...
But you can't see the same as I..

FOR LAPSE OF JUDGMENT

Hide who you truly are...
In times we seek even the smallest act of kindness.

WE CAN'T BE MADE UNDONE.

Alec Wildey - June 14, 2012

Cipher


Is there a story behind?
The sinful and noble
Worship…
Every day I feel there’s a little more darkness
Behind my eyes…

Engraved to Remembrance

But that was the old
(Epitaph)
What is the new?

When the light shines…
It never destroys my most passionate Landscapes
These and mine are yours.
But we are not the same…

We are closer

It’s only how we see them…
And their effect on us.

Is there a story behind?

The Old Epitaph

What is the new?

Alec Wildey – May 2012