Biography of sean alexander
a child awakes in to a demison of hate
thrown into a world uknown
so violent towards his eyes
the river drains and he cannot cry
im 17 and live in las vegas nevada
if you are thinking about
read one of my poems (viva)
it might give you a clear impression
of what its like living here
i like bob dylan, the doors, and jimi hendrix
i am an advide reader
and singer/guitar player
my advice is that if you write poetry
than the anwser to your question
you do have a soul
sean alexander Poems
A Walk In The Park
Come walk with me in the park A little bit after dark When the sun is still setting And the moon is still rising
As She Lays On The Bed
If you loved me, it’d be my cage. I’d hide away from evil’s gaze. If you love me, no bad thoughts could get in. I could only destroy myself from within.
A Poem Of Alliteration
I have a dictionary with only two words And those words are empty and nothing. A sunny brown hat
Fun And Good Times
They promise of making you faster. They promise of giving you laughter. Their promise of seeing wonderful things Their promises of making you want to sing.
Idiots Are Smart And Genuies Are Dumb
Drifting Threw Town
In an haunting daze Lost in a maze Of glass
Only A Dream
He came across a corner He tried and couldn’t reach Listing to her He dropped and took his seat
This is the end End my friend And though we die
This Will Happen After 2009
I believe that now is the time for change. That the next decade will be one of great change in this world and it could go both ways by the end of the next decade
I Met A Man Who Told Of Whats To Come
I met a man down by the lake I met a man his name was Jake He showed me objects far and near He showed me sights I now can hear
A Forest Of Darkness
As I search through a forest of which I am in. Deep as its dark and wrapped up in sin Where all winners are losers and all losers win. And the rifle is held slightly right under your chin
My Version Of Humanity
Men are Mindless drones beating there chest At others wanting to be superior but still proving that they are not far from Apes Women are like vases.
The Machinery Of War
Bullets ring out upon the hour Like a bell on a watchtower To cleanse there bodies, a napalm shower. If one man will try to raise his power,
As The Rain Falls
As the rain falls
And so here we find ourselves!
Around in the rain.
The water comes down and washes away the pain.
We do not think about tomorrow only about today.
We feel liberated in some mysterious way.
That I cannot put my finger on.