Poetry is one of the languages of the Soul, it speaks deeply to us. I am honoured to share with you Dear Readers a wonderful new collection from Author Alexander Wallis, The Way Knight: A Tale of Revenge and Revolution and I H8 Bullies (Harsh Book 1) His depth of vision and emotional intelligence flow through his work. This book of poetry is absolutely is sublime. I hope you enjoy Alexander’s work as much as I do! Visit his Amazon Author Page for full details of all his work.
I had a feeling that the book would hopefully offer some bites of soul food for those who engaged with it. I think what I am trying to say, is that the process made me feel uplifted and purposeful.Alexander Wallis
ACTORS A curtain falls. Our life concludes We cast aside our costumes crude And sigh as we decrease. How hard it was to find some peace. The script was pain Now dead We reconcile with loved ones Some estranged And cry at the psychology Our spirits wore: The clothing strange. Then it's you and I, Behind the windy scenery. A soft, quiet aftermath Where we can simply be. So perfect to reside In your familiar mystery. No script or mask required To sail in endless history.
BLACK HOLE You cannot feel me, Yet stars die in my cold. You cannot hear me Yet my whisper destroys worlds. You cannot find me, Yet all things drag in my tide. You cannot see me, Yet my force burns deep inside. You cannot fight me, Yet I die with nuclear might. You cannot know me, Where time slows, I kill all light. You cannot destroy me I have died yet grown in might. You cannot know me, Where time slows, I kill all light, You cannot destroy me I have died yet grown in might. You cannot comprehend me, I once was an angel bright.