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ahaha  made me smile...  love the cat one bud!   .. creative!

me too..   this is romantic

beautiful shot lovely  

the second one looks spooky .. kinda  ..  good shots!

wonderful pics.. love the black n white .. i feel like a burger now!

 hope you don\'t mind me sharing  

[To Murder Crows]

To Murder Crows 
All Words and Music By : Stewart Alexander
ò Copyrighted 2014

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 

[Idolise The Watcher]

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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thanks spacemonkey  

wow bud.. that\'s pretty personal I feel...  great stuff...and very rich in emotion

enjoyed this lovely.. especially the last few lines   x

boxed canvas.. with charcoal too for the wolf  

thanks frosty  

[Dynamite & Whisper]

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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