This Strange Magic (Poem)

On April 22, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn Uncategorized1 Comment

This strange magic

The dream remains

Ah, to range through spells and mazes

Sights that dazzle though mundane

Meeting the eye that never glazes

So, it’s So, and So…

Keep the watch

The flame of sight

Don’t twist don’t stretch

Realize the right

This strange magic

The dream remains

Hanging like a feather

In the dizzy air

That knows no fear and does not care

So is to become so is to dare

This strange magic

The dream remains

Eternal is a word for fools

Their own wardens

In arbitrary prisons of stylized rules

The true bars are flowers

Of an iron that does not hold but does not break

Rising, wilting, into ever

All their graves, and all their births a lake

A shimmering light hailing neither always neither never

This Strange Magic

The dream remains

Lucid on this mulchy bed of dust and ashes

Wind we are wind we will

We never cry we always spill
Our garlands of red roses

On the air

The dream that never dozes

A perfume to greet immortal noses

Sweetest

I kiss you

I kiss the air

Goldfish (Poem)

On February 25, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

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They think they’re strong

I see them every day

Through their shielding windows

On their foggy way

Little tiny minnows

Behind some moving glass

Never stung by arrows
Laughing as you pass

In their bowls

They feel pretty kinglike

These edges of their life don’t feel like controls
Fed and sated yea they have waited to never have to hike

And here they are

Going so far

Each one a star

With its very own motorcar!
Going, going so far, yet enthroned kingly seated

And they know they swear they know they’re strong

Never greeted
By suspicion of maybe… wrong

Go along get along so its meeted
From one bowl to the next
How fancy are your limits, lets put them on

Just shoot me a text

Afore the last bowl at the dealership’s gone…

Ill – (Poem)

On February 21, 2018February 21, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

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Headache clarity

Ah this strain…

Remember my mortality

In each shooting pain

Despite all of my measures
Surfeit of food and strength of limb

I can’t hold on to earthly treasures

Febrile is the feeling of the burning skin
This twelve stone frame

Never felt so thin

Though I’m not dying and not lame

There is much education in this

Expectations are for fools
Now I know I’ll never miss
For I’ve released anticipations odd and sterile rules

To find the clarity of pain
Bearer of a wisdom most profound
Of which it’s impossible to speak of plain

For it’s in the ground

Soil from which we sprang
And at times heard little peals of bells
Yes when they rang
Recalled the measure of our wells

So it is that clarity
Has made me see
That till death art is daily
There is no greater free

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Pull (Poem)

On February 17, 2018February 17, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

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I am waiting for realization

Sitting on the precipice

Of some formation

I can’t feel a moments peace

Because context it eludes me

I must chase my playful bride

From a sense of symmetry

I fashion signposts to serve as guide

As I meander through the chambers

Of the Minotaur

With Ariadne’s thread

The sketches on these papers

The fall of line

The spill of ink

Ties up in the divine

Or so I like to think

And if its all but a fever

A dream of longing fools

I will never be a griever

For I’ve known such subtle pulls

Omega Alpha (Poem)

On February 14, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

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Pictures and these memories will turn to dust,

All these pictures and all these memories will turn to dust.

…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I still trust…

…and yet the stars are made of such a thing and so I can still trust…

Animate

Inaminate

Animate

Inanimate

These pillars dual

Are guards attending

In a formation perpetual

Whether we’re pretending

With information in our head

Or are proceeding in formation

Towards wherever the gardens led

That’s the operation

And I no longer fear

Because the stars likewise are made of dust

Yes, I see this very clear

In death, in life, in eternity I trust

Image Source: https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/361719/Aliens-are-out-there-Scientists-find-water-in-stardust-that-can-create-life-anywhere

No More, No More (‘Demo’ and Vlog)

On February 3, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn Philosophy, UncategorizedLeave a comment

Just felt like sharing the woes of a cut finger and the fun of creating lyrics and licks from the atmosphere of a few simple chords.

Poem (Lyrics): No More, No More (Poem)

I kind of liked it even though I’m ok with people hating it. I know that my voice might give people major douchechills. Felt a weird impulse to share nontheless. Thanks for stopping by.

No More, No More (Poem)

On January 30, 2018January 30, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn Uncategorized3 Comments

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How is all of the magic

Of an embrace

Worn away by the Idleness

Of passing from place to place

With the day to day

All we can say

Is come what may

What for

What for

The sound of nails in the coffin

is

What for
What for

Premetaurely entombed

In lily garlands
Of pallid

Acceptance of

This here and
No more

I still recall sweetly
How the light caught the water

And how very neatly
The sun kissed her daughter

In the fading limelight
To mark a brief passing
Amid dreams, time, and our dancing bones
Skeletal frame
Made quick by live dust
Yet we don’t erect stones

We no longer trust

In kisses
Or passion
Such fleeces

Are quiet out of fashion

Ah but why

What for

What for

That’s the mystery most high

What

What for

The coffin’s not even nigh

No

It is here

We’re in it my dear

Before our time
Because the magic slipped out
We’d found a strong rhythm a stolid old rhyme
We kept to the beat
Cause that’s what strength is about
Yet we no longer greet

The morning with a great expectation
In our rehearsed caress

There is no elation
I no longer see home

When your foot slips from under your dress

What for

What for

I have seen a vast garland
Stretching from aeons
In shadow in light

…gazing upon your delicate hand…
It gave my spirit fight

A sense of place in time’s sand

Yet now all I hear
Is yes, o yes dear

Each repetition is a hammer that cries ‘pon the nail

What for

What for

I’d try to see if there’s more for you or for me
But I’ve got a luncheon with Mr. O’ clock around Four

Will we ever find the door:
…Again…

The door

To no more

No more:

What for

What for…

No more

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Without a Name (Poem)

On January 7, 2018 By Alex V. WeirIn UncategorizedLeave a comment

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You are my sweetest sunshine

You are my favored one

And clearly…O so clearly

We are far from done

Out where the sky is purple

Out where the sea is seen

I’ve locked within my fleshly chest

The record of a dream

My soul is calling fiercly

Crying loudly out for an embrace

…Of the fire that animates

The memory of a face

The tawdry passing of the years

Has worn away the monument

Yet nonetheless it still does stand

As testament

That the tears are not in vain

Despite this strain

Ah, how you loved a rosy sky

How its subtlety caught your eye

I gaze now at such a firmament

With bittersweet lament

With heaving sigh

And toilsome anguished cry

The lock is sprung the chest is rent

Engulf the crimson with a greater flame

With prosaics pierce through the Gordian knot of eternities sophistic trane

There entwine

All for the sake of those

Who loved

And died without a name

The Fractal Journal

Tag: Poetry

This Strange Magic (Poem)

Goldfish (Poem)

Ill – (Poem)

Pull (Poem)

Omega Alpha (Poem)

No More, No More (‘Demo’ and Vlog)

No More, No More (Poem)

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Without a Name (Poem)