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William Alexander Poem
Guardians of the Shrouded Palace pt1
Royal secrets loom throughout the palace when whispers echo the shadows of the past.
Where once illusions were constructed on the altar, veiled truth, their rituals and elegies in lament stain the Kapala (skull cup) and Kangling (thighbone trumpet).
Those who once invoked the silent deity summon the solar Goddess to return.
Demanding that supernatural entities serve as forbidden guardians.
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William Alexander Poem
Japanese Zen Garden
I created this garden for you.
With silent winds and a still heart.
Where radiance unfolds its fragrance,
filled with a sweet nosegay,
I offer you Egyoko-bowls of blessing,
Jewels of wisdom.
As we listen to the koto zither,
Plucks its strings, echoing through
through Bonsai trees,
We feel Fuubutsushi takes hold:
The atmosphere is filled with objects
For your delight while reading haiku.
This invitation is my request to you:
whisper of the lotus, a moonlit pagoda,
Bamboo shades beside flowering sakura.
Cherry blossoms echoing the Jade River
Of ancestral tradition.
While we sit in a kanen moment
under the glowing moon,
The light reflects off a mediating
Samurai statue.
Surrounded by karesansui, the day
landscape that prompts Shizuka,
A quiet calmness.
A still circle resets upon the pond,
And koto tones sing behind the
Wind chimes in the yoake no shijima-
The profound quiet of daybreak-
at the end of the unfolding night
In absolute stillness.
Here, in Kokoro no Niwa-
the garden of the heart, my soul
amongst the forgotten notes,
We share Haru no Neiro:
The melody of spring.
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William Alexander Poem
Myhe Pyaar Karo
(Love me) (do love) (Make love)
I am in love.
I have started living.
I have started dying for you.
I’m falling in love with you.
More than before.
When you and I met.
The world stood still.
And the earth released its loneliness.
My love is underwater.
Who would have ever known?
What a different life today.
Love at first sight.
Two guiding stars;
of inner radiance.
You are now in my dreams.
Now that our love particles
It is our metronome.
In every beat, while time flew by.
This love is very difficult.
Because it’s deeper than love.
Love me, in your love. Do love, make love.
This love will conquer the world.
In your passionate love.
So complete!
And wired to be unique.
Fast, break, slow, sore.
A love, a percussive drumbeat of my heart.
What should I do?
Without your love?
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William Alexander Poem
The Dawn Sentinel pt2
Having summoned the forbidden guardians here in the heart
of the palace, illusion floats in anticipation while breathing
conjuration with ritual dress in unbounded souls, spellbound.
Revealing its kingdom, old sorrows, and shadows of the past.
But the invocation has changed.
The omen is now revealed, the yellow carpet flies wingless
Throughout the palace, a tempting abyss, one to run with
insanity from whispering noise.
The solar goddess seduced senses in claiming her supernatural
Kin have arrived as guardians of the light barrier of the higher self.
Her aura and presence eclipse the art of deception in the air.
As the inner illusion finally fractures, broken and cast aside.
Those symbols in the elements, a sudden burst of liquid amber.
The ancient invocation has ceased.
The palace air thickens with the scent of ozone, filled with scorched
Hot stones. Beneath the vaulted ceiling, give way, and loud squealing.
It can be felt throughout the royal residence.
The marble surface began pulsating, and the spider's webbing silk swelled
In deformation glow, shivers as the once forbidden shrine collapses.
And crushed under an unseen weight.
No more weeping elegies; by the celestial armor.
The solar Goddess descends, and with her come the sentinels.
They manifested in white energy; their presence smelled of the
direction of the sun and ancient lighting.
Their eyes are effervescent, bubbling with the fire of fluorescence.
Molten gold, stripping the veil from every corner, until the shadows
They start screaming as they dissolve, while dismantling the old altars.
With hands of eternal flame.
The old god has been burned out.
And Dawn Sentinels now stand watch over the ashes.
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William Alexander Poem
A Future Form
A calm night shelters us after the day's chime.
Left its glow, an incandescence of faded remnants.
That's its counterpart reflected onto our beautiful world.
Creating a continuous awakening of shimmering light.
Just over Denmark, the whooshing rhythmic sounds
of windmills recycling electricity, the first new color
In eons, in leap years.breeze, like a dream in the future
Form. Becomes tomorrow’s shadow.
But for now, this is a day in sketches.
A blueprint of a delicate dance, with gratitude for
a new day. Someday, if someday comes?
When we shape our future form in a bond of truth.
Clarity is born as we dissolve and drift
through the momentary, of beginning again.
With unbound devotion, where artistic creativity is born.
This is the future form.
Laser light, your laboratory of life.
Try to take a moment, sit down, and play.
The whole ensemble: in time, you're back at it.
In time. A future is now formed.
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William Alexander Poem
When life and death
Kisses
The limits of time, dare to live.
In the moment, and not get trapped;
Into an abyss loop, where routine
becomes repetitive motion in a
delusional dream, where weightiness
Needs release from a thousand memories.
Your book of life opens without permission.
Then collapse into transition, given a sigh;
Is it a relief? Or disbelief. This life’s lived
In each breath, so breathe deeply where
Everything fades through blurred tears.
No matter how many years! Shadow fears.
Of those ephemeral years, entwine vapor.
That every heart beats: Sojourn, sojourn!
This kiss unites wholeness and clarity.
Now clothed in divine brilliance.
Where light rests: in humility.
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William Alexander Poem
3 AM Thoughts
Moments like these awaken an imaginary riddle
in this dilemma. Being lost in these thin memories,
In an effort to retain the crux of the flux, while my
Thoughts unlocked dreams from reality.
Wishing you were here in this void of decay.
For all the right reasons, if only for a moment,
Don’t leave me lonely in this true ending.
After the most painful goodbye.
Now unspoken, such a memory loop is draped
In the mist, searching through remnants for any
Gentle hum or a reminder in a single word.
Maybe a faint remembrance before fate fades
into a life where loneliness is your presence,
dimmed by your absence.
Here longing in lament: come back to us,
And fill that corner of space in my heart,
where we still share the same sky.
Underneath the weight of it all, I’m feeling
missing you. This is no artificial romanticism,
No warmth that bleeds distant life forms of letting
Go even still, I am nothing but consumed with you.
With me, with us, here in this hollow space,
Where we last forever,
In Elysium.
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William Alexander Poem
Half Time
A warning from the winds,
What the spirit carries: no fumbles.
It brings the stories of the sun to the touchdown!
Lessons from the huddle, from the coach,
Under a lunar eclipse.
Last game of the season,
In the third quarter-
We scramble for the setup.
Because our die-hard fans watch,
and our fragile lives loom on it.
Then, the snap.
The stadium noise fades into silence.
No roar from the fans, just a sigh in the air.
The inner motion of the play
is as the ball arches upward.
Suspended above the green turf.
A leap for the pylon, reaches for the end zone.
Where the home team claims its own.
The stadium clock strikes zero,
Frozen inbound waiting for their hero.
For the final score.
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William Alexander Poem
Come and get me
The skylines serenade from her lips.
Suspended in anticipation.
Her innocence mesmerizes with
A murmuration of spells, casting
Love particles.
Blossom before my eyes.
Then unveils a pause, sending my
heart racing, into the core of it all.
The object of my contemplation,
While spoken words see the unseen.
Things we keep, my moon and your sun
light, now speechless.
My dearest lover, air kisses,
Our hidden contrasts are in this gravity
Fields slow down time in this serious game.
Second to none, as these impulses summon,
A playful vibe of your charm, between
Uninterrupted curiosity, now that the dye has
been cast. In this kairotic moment,
so open up and flow with me on this episodic.
No need for narcotics, nor to be an alcoholic.
We will stay on topic without being hypnotic.
Sharing all our symbiotic, after expressing her
Exotic nature.
If you want me?
Come and get me!
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William Alexander Poem
Drone Warfare
Bring an end to winter. To these lethal strikes.
Drones and bombing foggy days over Kyiv.
The bombs are still being heard around the clock,
Non-stop. Shadow on the radar.
Haunting symbols, leaving lingering trauma
and invisible wounds.
So (Sow) maty (Mother) zhyto (Rey).
Their weeping mothers.
“I’m sorry for your loss”.
For your loss, it has come at a devastating cost.
There is still a blue road. Fire won't destroy everything.
The drowned remain ours, to be treated as
collateral damage or unspoken beyond a humanitarian
crisis; slowly moving toward the blur.
Trying to articulate silence.
While battlefields are increasingly being used by
Drones, known as gray zones.
Watching as this subnormal unfolds.
To think while walking among the shambles
Those cemetery walls.
Satellite breaching the sacred with pierced intent.
There will be a resurgence from a sobering reality.
What endurance can teach us all.
Not falling victim to a dictator's aggression defies.
As a phoenix rises, we reclaim the nation.
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