HER SILENT SCREAM

She said:

I remember the days my sky

Used to be blue,

He’d dash in with gifts to surprise me;

And i,at all without a clue
Twice,or maybe trice, for me

He booked the VIP table;

Candlelight dinners at the Le Marais,

He was so capable
Each time I thought about him,

My heart and feelings always said yes;

And I, truthfully, I couldn’t

Have loved him less
When I looked deep into his intentions,

He was straight, and I could always tell

My first prince charming he was,

And without caution, I fell under his spell
She said:

How could I have known, these creatures

In neck ties and pants are all the same?

He gave me heaven and earth,

How am I to doubt the promise to bear his name?
I thought he’d stick around

Till every hair turned grey,

But sadly, I’d live to bear the pain and this fact:

I meant nothing to him but a prey
Without whisper of goodbye, he tore our love

Apart on a sunday,

And I, emptiness invaded my

Soul the same day
She said, he was my fantasy and perfect dream,

But I, I can only hear her silent screams

~Alexis Voltaire

*Her Silent Screams

(c) September, 2017

[All Rights Reserved]

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HER SILENT SCREAM

She said:

I remember the days my sky

Used to be blue,

He’d dash in with gifts to surprise me;

And i,at all without a clue
Twice,or maybe trice, for me

He booked the VIP table;

Candlelight dinners at the Le Marais,

He was so capable
Each time I thought about him,

My heart and feelings always said yes;

And I, truthfully, I couldn’t

Have loved him less
When I looked deep into his intentions,

He was straight, and I could always tell

My first prince charming he was,

And without caution, I fell under his spell
She said:

How could I have known, these creatures

In neck ties and pants are all the same?

He gave me heaven and earth,

How am I to doubt the promise to bear his name?
I thought he’d stick around

Till every hair turned grey,

But sadly, I’d live to bear the pain and this fact:

I meant nothing to him but a prey
Without whisper of goodbye, he tore our love

Apart on a sunday,

And I, emptiness invaded my

Soul the same day
She said, he was my fantasy and perfect dream,

But I, I can only hear her silent screams

~Alexis Voltaire

*Her Silent Screams

(c) September, 2017

[All Rights Reserved]

A MORTAL HERO

Prophets cannot mortify

the state of my unbelief, nor

Mortal giants doubt the vigour

Of my existence.
This whole nine yards, I’ve been

Through it all with a fractured arm;

Wrestling doubts at each of life’s

Labyrinth.
…knowing not how to bow a head

Or how to bend a knee, makes me

More “a mortal hero”, conscious

Of vanity.
I make a good fist of the air I breath,

Yet conscious of the imperfection

That run in my arteries and veins;

Still, I sought perfection.
I fight to live, and live to taste death,

The journey is transient, not eternal;

Like flowers blossom and wither,

Life too, begins and end.
~Alexis Voltaire

*A Mortal Hero

(c) August, 2017

MUSINGS OF A SOUL (1)

In things and in flawed earthlings

Born of beautiful women

And cradled in the arms of carnality,

I find no pleasure or meaning

Or any of those appealing
I am, and still without form I remain;

Dwelling within the corporeal

and ethereal alike,

Yet held by neither the evil in ‘corporeal’

Nor the good in ‘ethereal’
I sail upon ocean of life eternal-

But I am neither time nor immortality,

And death cannot beckon nor grief

Take hostage my endless bliss-

My being is nothing other than this…
Alexis Voltaire

*Musings Of A Soul

(c) October, 2017

[All Rights Reserved]

IN SEARCH OF A RUNG

Buried in “crack” and mugs of lager.

Day and night in stupor you stagger

With your leg up in search of a rung,

Raise your window blinds;see what’s wrong?
~Alexis Voltaire

*In Search Of A Rung

(c) June, 2017

HOW DARE YOU

You question the existence of another,’cause they belong to the other divide.

And for the love of hate,

You thought of segregation

As a potent tool;yet loving every

Colour that makes up the beautiful

Rainbow hanging in the sky…

You make no synthetic nail,

But the life in another, you long

To snuff. How dare you!

They breath no air meant for you,

And their lungs take no air more

Than you do…It’s not a competition.

Why play “capitalist” with what is

Given in abundance, for free?

How dare you!

~Alexis Voltaire

*How Dare You!

(c) June, 2017

STATUS BLIND(A Tradional Pie Poem)

Lying in state,Alone.

Death is status blind.

Sobbing,silently;

The mind has seen humanity’s plain nature,naked

For this, all men became equal.
~Alexis Voltaire

*Status Blind

(c) May, 2017 All Rights Reserved
FYI: A traditional PI poem is a 6 line poetry form based on

PI=3.14286. Each line represents the number of words

used from the PI number.

FALSE THEOLOGY

Buried in his self made perfection 

Just to  resurrect their imperfection,

With a mud sling gentle-harsh tap;

For being a bloody alarm,here’s a clap

His black market of refined eloquence

Where they each bought their innocence,

Was the same spot he had them buried…

But this false theology got the wise worried
~Alexis Voltaire

*False Theology

(c) April 2017 All Rights Reserved

HI[S] STORY

HI[S] STORY
His burden, he left on the black rope

And in five minutes, he’s all gone;

In his pocket,is a note under his robe

This is “hi[s] story”,told;it’s all done.
~Alex Challson (Alexis Voltaire)

*Hi[s] Story

(c) April ’17 All Rights Reserved

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