It’s the end of the world as we know it.


As the world falls down and begins to burn,
Everything that is moving, stops moving.
Everything that moves became a thing for the ashes to find;
All that which is living, is dying.


All the people underneath become surrounded by grief,
In the broken land that is so full of sinning.
In an unknown time there is no hope to be found…
For the living.


In the darkest hands,
There lurks a shadow of a man,
Who moves alone without wings.
The soul without a soul is still living.


Now he haunts himself,
As he walks throughout this Hell.
In a place he no longer knows;
He can never escape from himself.


At the end of the world as the fires burn alight
And the dark souls steal souls, as time comes towards an end,
We have no way out of the demons eyes,
That surround our lives, in the end times…
Still we are the living and we are without friends.


In our hour of need, we find ourselves on our knees;
Praying to the forever unseen, in a land without peace
And all that remains are the lives that we lead
And a promise of salvation, once our souls have become clean.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I keep well abreast of the news.
It's hard not to. Can't quite turn it off.
I'm not sure I would.
It's everywhere.
So many sources bring it to me.
I bear up.
I write about it... constantly.
It's painfully intriguing.
I rubber neck like a bobble head
At all our goings on.
And I'm selfish.
I want things to work out
Without my money.
I'll give away all my prayers.
I've been offered money for my vote.
Keep your cash.
I don't trust the YMCA. or the Credit Union.
Too many pick-pockets.
They'd sell children at half price for a gallon.
The homeless already have the prime real estate
When the money runs out.
But it's not about money.
And by then, it won't matter.

Fantasizing everyone
Sexualizing everyone
And why?

I am alone

Fantasizing everyone
Sexualizing everyone
Again.

I'm alone
And I

Devote myself to life as if to keep
The stars promised of our destiny
Safe and strong and confronting
Their mirrors with the proper self applause

Alone.

I contain a fire, the raging heat
The signal pyre, Autumn and the Spring
For heat, I chill with my demeanor
For cold, I prefer to warm your
Goosebumps with my open mouth
If permitted take the walkabout
To linger with my fingers down your leg
If permitted, take the hidden way
To kiss your heart and light your path
With the source of all your worry
Nurtured between my lips

Fantasizing everyone
Sexualizing everyone
And why?

What connectivity is left to crave?

The men who back their friends
Into corners after arranging
Clandestine ******* after
Clearing out the place to have their way

The men who stand with ****
In hand, pathetic and commanding
Limp of love, and targeting
The the light they view as weak

I was made just for that
Assembled in a factory
As an indentured guide
To lead to the promised land

They drew up my design
Schematic with *******
And motherly empathy
Perfect for abuse
And a ***** perfect
For dysphoria
For when I learn to love myself
It reminds me I'm
Armed with alarm
And filled with the fluid
The learned are simply right to hate

Alone.

The nuclear winter fell on this place,
This broken desert glen,
And whale bones serve as carcass homes
For the very last of men.
Oil runs like blood,
Across the broken, lifeless dune.
They siphon it from ancient cars,
And howl at the moon.
Corpses rot abandoned,
With an X upon their palm,
Irradiated from the night,
They call the Night of Bombs.
One man who lives forgotten,
On the taste of human skin,
The man exists in all of them,
The evil deep within.

Endless ashes scattered amidst ballistic rain

Coating disaster in a sheet of pale rebirth

Disturbed by Death’s stroll, doctor among the insane

Hiding its grim smile, brittle bones shaking with mirth