Discover the heartfelt poetry of Alex, a talented stripper who first met Jack Corbett at Dollies Playhouse
By Jack Corbett
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 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
FRAGMENTS OF SELF-CONSUMING DESIRE
FRENZIED FANCY WILL HEART SCARS CEASE
SHALLOW PROMISE OF LOVE AND PEACE
SILVERED BOLT OF LIGHTENING
MEMORIES LOST IN DESERT BENEDICTION
LOVERS GHOSTLY NAKED PROMISES
WHISPER A WOMAN'S HEARTACHES RECOGNITION
REACHING OUTWARD TOWARD THE STARS
AND CHANGING ME WITHIN
SEEING MANY LIFETIMES
DESIRING THE END.
