Monday, July 19, 2010

get happy

Instead of looking,
                    (and looking and looking and looking and-
                                                )

I’m going to find a way to have fun.

perhaps

someone will see me

&

will wonder

why I’m so happy

&

will want to be a part of it.

       --alexgeorge

Sunday, July 18, 2010

You aint strong enough

you burn crosses

while I sleep

I dont care,

I wont weep.

nothing it seems,

you wont try,

but you will not

make me cry.

see, you aint strong enough.

try to stab me

in my heart

your hatred

wont tear

me apart.

Ive been around,

I know the game.

hatred is hatred

by any name.

see, you aint strong enough.

despite my attempts

to live my dreams,

you try real hard

to bust the seams.

you try real hard

to show concern,

but the crosses,

Im told,

are the crosses youve burned

see, you aint strong enough.

(try harder next time)

Friday, July 9, 2010

It

what have we here
(    finally   i
    have seen
the other side and the dark-
ness thereof.
of you.
there. I know you now. 'cause
i shone a flashlight. secretly-yes,
indeed a flashlight I shone.
finally.
seeing through your best disguise,
exposing what others see,
the YOU       ) well, well, well.
(     looks like the knife that was lodged in my back has your initials on it          ) my friend,
oh buddy,
oh pal,
what have we here ?

 --alexgeorge,    written when I was 16.   I found it today. How appropos, considering another backstabbing by a friend just occurred recently.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

i made room

for you;

an opening
a spot
reserved for you
though you have no name yet
I made for you
in my heart/ an
open for business sign
Dangling
/ invisible
for others

for your eyes only
that you might see as your rightful place
like a thousand suns
the heat
converging into
1;
& the door is already open
you will see it
and
know.

                    --alexgeorge


--alexgeorge

Sunday, April 25, 2010

sit down, but don't get comfortable






















love,
now that you’re here (again, I think
) if it’s you,
then sit down,
but don’t get comfortable.
i wanna get to know you.
i wanna have a heart to heart
i wanna know if what I heard is true.
but first,
i wanna know how you found me?
i had my number changed to a non-published number.
quit my job-
gave no notice.
moved to a different country in the middle of the night-
left no forwarding address.
i even cancelled my credit cards.
i told no one.

assuming you are who you say you are,
i wanna know why u took so long to get here?
i’ve been deceived before by others
who have pretended to be love
for some personal gain
so, before I allow myself to get excited
before I wake up tomorrow morning
with you on my mind
before people tell me they see a glow about me,
understand why I’m cautious.
so,
sit down
but don’t get comfortable.
let’s have a conversation
talk to me.
and be honest.

please

--alexgeorge






Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Right Here

From experience,


there will always be some1
who will be taller
leaner
richer
faster
stronger
maybe even better looking than me
but I can’t be worried.
I won’t be worried.
I won’t look over my shoulder.
I know my worth;
I’m not the best,
I’m not perfect,
but you will find me doing
what others in your past have failed to do:
 striving
                always
 to be the best that I can be
to be perfect
for you.

Thank you

(

for
helping
me 
)
.
--alexgeorge

Monday, April 12, 2010

Now that you're back

You have left me
a
lone
and
while
alone
I faced the music

I listened
for the first time
to the lyrics
that hit so close to home
and inspired
me
made me smile
again
made me laugh

made me aware
that there is life
after you
as there was
before you.
now you are back with your confident smile
                                                                                        ----but I have my own now.

Thank you. 

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