Alex Fischer Poems

The spirit flies towards the tree
Listening to the buzzing bee
Flying gloriously and so free
The spirit of spirits flies towards the tree
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Beauty, complexion, simplicity
With skill and ease she makes her dream
The artist with silk black hair garbed in long curls
She makes her visions come to life with a few strokes
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Blades of blood caress the fleshy abode
Their steel of red flowing through bone
Triumphantly emerging out of human soul
Blades of blood bring peace to the home
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A rock so simple and pure
It can be whole and majestic
Or scattered and dull
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I awake to a noise just outside my door
Some kind of knocking, the knocking of horns on my door
“What is the beast knocking on my door, knocking on my door with its horns? ” asked I
The beast did not reply
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The Altar of Memories

[I. In the Valley]
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The dark sun rises blocking out all life
In its dark home it sheds no light
No morning shall rise when darkness prevails
All human life has turned into tall tales
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Another day to live
Another day I could die
I don't think of these things
I just let them pass by
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Ribbons flying red
Pass far above my head
The cloud blows in its stead
The sky is eating lead
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Life is a darkening world
The icy shadow of death overcomes me
I embrace it showing no fear
I realize now that some things in life are not meant to be
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