Biography of Alexander Joeseph
Am alex.a sort of sensisitive guy.lov making people happy, and lov seein people smile.dont like being hurt, cause i try not 2 offend or hurt others 2.dont like being lied 2, and i dont value liars, being honest is just the best u can give to others as a moral gift.lov good music, be it r&b or soul.dont like keeping malice.it only destroys d reproductive mind.lifes just 2 short 2 start fretting about others.and last but not d least, hate pretenders, in the believe that they suck.lov my family.
Alexander Joeseph Poems
My Next Door Neighbour
This Dance That Is Macabre
We do it the best, cause we were taught so.ages to ages it has been passed on, only unto those that seeks solace in peace.the casualties know themselves.you deny knowlege of your deeds, of this silent souls you place beneath the soil, beneath the water in inevitability of ineluctable drowning.you shout the loudest, but our protesting tears shall not be embered by it
If this earth would let me be and bound me not, heart and might to his will and for an hour am let gone, yonder welkin, to God.should i speak up my mind? Oh God have mercy.but i must tell him'you see, i believe you know well, the evil men keep on reaping, the defenceless are maimed for the little they have and smack in spite, for their own right.and thou knows how the poor toils, in seasons long, our paddles are our food.we bear with patient and take our share with contention; t
This African Girl(Part 1)
This african girl i cannot understand.her ways i cannot fathom.all this i cannot decipher.my heart she toys and laughs at my sadness, God knows best. I am a man and must withstand; for her love to win, i shall not rest.with thee shall i abide and my mothers call shall i neglect.surely mother would be appeased and proud, when to her threshold, i, thee bring;
Let Me Be
i know i shall one day go.like a wind unknown, fade, absent minded, leaving this weak flesh for all to mourn.but let me be, while yet, i can still breath and walk and enjoy the fresh air.do not hold me down, dear sickness.you shall one day have me to yourself, grey haired and crumbled.but let me be for now, while yet, am still like the dews and having feets adorned like the gazelle and shining like a twinkling star;
To A Friend
To a friend in distress, the.lord be your strength.to a friend embed in success, this is just the begining.to a friend far away, am there, even as you sleep, i pray for you.like a good dream, i shall love you best.to a friend in love, a rose for you and a rose for her
I see the brook, but the brook doesnt see me, i have always loved the brook, but the brook doesnt even know me.gently she sails through this allay everyday, this beautiful damsel towards that vale.i do say hi, but i hear no reply, yet i yearn to be in solace with her, but how possible is it, for shes always on the move; the pebbles i throw only bring forth ripples and splash, i see no blushful smiles of consideration.
My Next Door Neighbour
No longer more of me, but something more like me.a gentle man streching, innocent after the tremendous night.gazes serene, the gentle man on the highway, who frets in every little noise.villian thieves have no peace of mind.i am better off, but not best in ways of the other mirrowed in my natural stance.we look alike, my eye twitches, hes, only whe