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  • XXVVIII: Romanticize the Grave (in progress)
  • XXVII: Daemons - 2013
  • XXVI: F r a g m e n t s (part III) The Written Word Is Dead - 2013 (published)
  • XXV: F r a g m e n t s (part II) For the Sense Of God - 2013 (published)
  • XXIV: F r a g m e n t s (part I) F r a g m e n t s - 2013 (published)
  • XXIII: Saints Rose - 2013 (published)
  • XXII: Soul's Haven - 2013
  • XXI: The Paradox - 2013 (published)
  • XX: ICONOGRAPHY - 2012
  • XIX: THE OLD EPITAPH - 2012 (published)
  • XVIII: THE CRYPTIC ALTARS - 2012
  • XVII: Seen Through Different Eyes - 2011 (published)
  • XVI: Cemetery of Garlands - 2011 (published)
  • XV: Lunar Heart - 2010 (published)
  • XIV: PAGES FROM ASHES - 2010 (published)
  • XIII: Little Rabbits - 2009 (published)
  • XI-XII: Shepherd's Gray / Forgiveness in Will - 2009 (published)
  • X: Afterlife - 2008 (published)
  • IX: "From A Melancholy Thoughtfulness" - 2008 (published)
  • VIII: Black Rain - 2007 (published)
  • VII: The Silence Within & Out - 2007
  • VI: Observation - 2006 (published)
  • V: Ethereal - 2006
  • IV: Kingdom - 2006
  • III: The Purpose - 05'-06' (published)
  • II: Follow The Art - 04'-05'
  • I: My Sense Of Compassion - 03'-04'

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In Red.


I know you've changed.
I know the cold still lingers on the outside.

Give me a sign that you’re still breathing
Let me come in and be myself for saving;

Just one reaming breath.

I felt a sickness in the hours that passed
As I laid my head down beneath the surface,
I felt dead to the world at large…
Small in my room in comparison-
To all the people in the crowd;

I was dreaming.

No longer were you dressed in red
As all my blood filled with envy
My last memory of you couldn’t detach
All the pain that caused you to want to leave in the first place…

The maladies belonged to my dreams
Sung in corresponding voices
No distance in volume,
As I plunge into sleep.

I wish the sky would fall off the cliff,
I wish the water would soak into my skin,
To feel safe again.
Here, with you.

I didn’t have much to answer for GOD
I only had questions to ask,
I felt nothing in the daylight of mourning
Nothing but the cold dead look in your eyes…

Once more. I couldn’t grasp;
Not even the slightest thump of a heartbeat
To keep my true feelings for showing on the outside.

If someone said “sleep now, you’ll forever be in peace”
I’d close my eyes and forget my place.

You know, in all the time,
In all the time, I’ve wandered through
I’ve known it was all in red.
So please don’t be my love,
In all that I see; please don’t bleed my love
I know it has to be….

Give me a chance to see that there is more…
Give me a sign that you’re still breathing
Let me come in and be myself for saving…
If there isn’t anyone else…

“I wish the sky would fall off the cliff,
I wish the water would soak into my skin,
To feel safe again.
Here, with you.”

Alec Wildey © Shepherd's Gray
Feb-June 2009
Inspired by: SW – Bass Communion & Bjork

Ex Templo De Santa Teresa


I felt the cold
The way it use to sink into my skin

And wear me out through the core.

I have so many regrets

The torture they are to live with,

With no strength inside to change.

And all the love there is to bless

These hands they use to pray

For only now I can’t look past…

What is life?

And what is real?

God I beg for your forgiveness-

If only you knew that I meant well.


All my people and all their conversations

Were spoke in hopeless tongues

Poor means to find wisdom for example,

And hard to forgive

When so much damage is done.


Give me the eyesight to see that all is wanted

Rest the needle on my shell to open my heart up.

And be just as I see the end of the rope...


And give me back what I fear

And let me know that I’m still here

Let the day be the night

Just as long as I’m not right- this time.

Let me step among the new light

One that has faith in difference and in mankind.


Because I know that I’m not alone,

God knows there is a word somewhere

The remnants of my soul and heart -there’s blood.

But no-one knows why there’s reason to bleed for-

The suffering of this world.


... ... ...


Rush by way of movements- calm this frantic heart

To feel both alive and well again,

If only it’s one day, one moment in my life...


Let your dreams unfold

And your light be born

Sleep forever young

And be forever strong

For as long as you have this disease

There is life beyond the pain

A path to walk below

To all the places you will dream…


So give me back what I fear
And let me know that I’m still here

Let the day be the night

Just as long as I’m not right- this time.


... ... ...


I will open the door

To float free from all the endless ones

To reach out in their hearts

And to hear your voice from the altars- of this church…

I feel the needle against my shell

And a prayer among words

I cannot grasp to speak out loud.


What is life?

And what is real?

God I beg for your forgiveness

If only you knew that I meant well.

Alec Wildey © Afterlife
December 21, 2008

Inspired by: Steven Wilson’s “Insurgentes”