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The poetic voice of Alex: A Collection from Dollies Playhouse
Discover the heartfelt poetry of Alex, a talented stripper who first met Jack Corbett at Dollies Playhouse. Experience her unique voice through a collection of her poems, now featured at alphapro.com.
Jack Corbett and Alex met when Alex was dancing at Dollies Playhouse in Washington Park, Illinois. She was the first to read and critique Jack's novel, first novel, Death on the Wild Side. Later Jack published Alex's poetry through his website at alphapro.
Moon Tide by *Alex* March 1, 1999
I look toward the great black river Across to the other side, I touch the moon's silvery glitter...... As the water rushes by.
Gazing at my reflection, Do I really like what I see? I ask myself quietly..... Is this all I'll ever be?
I feel a slight of breeze across my skin, As I think back through the years, To contemplate where it is..... And what my life has been.
I'm alone with myself, No others to intrude..... I think of all my wealth, And this lonely solitude.
Sometimes sad, woeful, or hell bent, Happy, joyful or content..... To shed my mask and clear the mind, All I ask is this special time.
I'm searching for the light, Just me, and the sounds of night..... I'll shed the tears, replace the calm As I've done before, to make me strong.
I go inside and off to bed, The loss of turmoil in my head. I hold you close, and snuggle tight..... And sleep peacefully, throughout the night.
I wake to mornings warm sunlight, Glowing on my face, And basking in it's warmth..... I know I'm in my place.
Stars
I talked to a star One full night, I asked, "How ya doing?", He said, "alright!" We talked of simple stuff,
The weather and things, Surprised, I look at the tear it brings,
I talked to my star, He said, "I know you! I've watched on high, I know your wish....
The one to die" I tell him it's not his business, And I turn away, Angry,
And wishing it was day! I 've talked to the stars, One by one, They all say the same,
"Life can be fun". I don't know what They're holding out on me. I got the feeling,
They knew my destiny. I can't trust the human, So I reach for a star, While all inside me.... I fight my silent war!
Alex Dedicated to Grandma Jan.22, 1999 Food for Thought
Pain
The sun stretches out skinny, greedy fingers Like a thief, it steals away the moon, I spend long, lonely nights Filled with fear and doom.
As I stand before a hateful world that couldn't care less, Still for myself, I strive to be the best----
So when the world is crying, I'll stand with a smile. I'll remember my own past tears It'll be their pain for awhile.........
Alex 12/24/94
Fantasy
I want to go to you with open arms, Accept you in with all your charm. It's a dream that can't come true, How well I know this feeling of blue
I want to kiss you and hold you near, Whisper sweet words, low in your ear. To love you again like many times before, Not quite the same, but even more.
Just to keep you, is what I wish from this time on, Being together, two as one. Seizing a moment, all the way, Refusing to acknowledge, the hell we'll pay.
Keeping your heart, for my own, Reaping the fields, that we have sewn, A dream, a lie, it can't come true, Oh, how well I know, this feeling of blue
Alex 10-01-97
A Dancer's Life
So, you want to know about a dancer's life Her dreams, aspirations, religion, and the strife, To find the strength, to learn to survive, To go the length, and stay alive! So, peek into my world and look deep into my eyes, See how cold, can you see the lies.... Can you touch the hurt, can you feel the pain, always being the flirt. always fighting to to stay sane. So, you want to know what it's like to live with the humiliation All for the money.... To satisfy your fascination! To lose your dignity, And to go on trial, To go the distance, Just one more mile! So, how does a dancer do it, The energy, the passion, that goes in a dance, She's got something to prove... All due to her own circumstance!
All due to circumstance", Ended my last poem, And "How does she do it?, Let's see where
This lost soul comes from. She's innocent and pure, And the world awaits This wondrous child,
That's only eight. With imagination, And a love for life, A lesson soon learned,
Begins her strife. She begins her journey, A slap in the face, Learning the world's filled with malice and hate.
Building a wall, Stone by stone, No-one to teach her That hitting is wrong.
A child of twelve Lost and alone, Wanting a love To call her own.
She's battered and bruised, Comes now her first tear, as she gives her virginity To a man she fears.
See this young woman Who not knows love, But agony and deception, Like a wayward dove.
Afraid, She's poised and full of grace, But lack of security Puts her on stage...... LONGING FOR ACCEPTANCE Alex Jan.12,1999
For Ashley.......
The house is quiet, the kids are gone A few minutes of peace Is that so wrong
We do our best to raise them right With morals and manners Before they take flight
They're almost grown now They'll soon leave our nest They're bound for college We did our best
Except for one........ She's proud and stubborn She's beautiful too, The trouble she's bound for
Makes us so blue She lies and steals And runs around town All hours of night
We're up til dawn She's hangin' with trash
She's been led around She's headed for trouble Our wonderful angel Has lost her crown
So tell me please To save my daughter To keep from jail Why must she put us
Through all this hell To save her soul And keep her alive This is our worry This is our cry
Alex Dec., 1998
CONSTANT FEELINGS OF FIRE
Alex July 19,2000
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