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 Sep 2018 Thomas
Aa Harvey
Guitars in the Night


There is a place I have not been,
I go there each night in all of my dreams.
The fictional world of fantasy.
I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived
And a worldwide vision called the T.V.


I woke up this morning after another dream;
I was late for work in my mind and the panic awoke me.
I looked at the clock it said 45 minutes past three,
So I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.


I hum the tune inside my mind,
I can’t see the meaning; it doesn’t mean that I’m blind.
All I can hear are the words with meaning;
Something personal, just for me.


All we want is you by our side;
All we hear are guitars in the night.
All night long I’ve been singing this song;
I don’t know the words, but I sing along.


All I hear are the thoughts I am thinking;
I can pass the time in a blink of the eye.
Now I know what I must say,
To make you understand my mind.


I’ve got my feet firmly on the ground
And my head is in the clouds.
I’m a full time dreamer,
Who is full of self-doubt.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
 Sep 2018 Thomas
Randy Johnson
A maniac has kidnapped me and he's holding a gun to my head.
He's forcing me to watch the new Doctor Who but I'd rather be dead.
I can't stand the new Doctor Who TV show, why is he doing this to me?
This is a fate worse than death, I want him to put me out of my misery.

I can't stand the political correctness of the new Doctor Who.
I'm begging him to pull the trigger, that would be the kinder thing to do.
I like the new Doctor Who as much as Jerry Seinfeld likes Newman.
Forcing me to watch these episodes is cruel, it's positively inhuman.

If I watch much more of the new Doctor Who, I swear I'll be driven insane.
I can't believe what this ****** is doing to me, how can he be so inhumane?
I loved the classic Doctor Who but forcing me to watch the new is sick behavior.
I want him to pull the trigger and end my life, he would be doing me a favor.
 Sep 2018 Thomas
alexa
it's terrifying
to pour your heart, your soul
the parts of yourself that
could break you,
into something that is not so much of a thing
but instead a piece of your very
being,
and have it turned down,
rejected,
spit on.
how do you recover
from such a loss?
-a.c.b
am i talking about a breakup or publishing my poetry??
 Sep 2018 Thomas
Willow
Bedrooms.
 Sep 2018 Thomas
Willow
Step inside my bedroom.
It holds a warm body
That makes sounds of lust

Step inside my bedroom.
I holds a mind of its own
That releases nothing but laundry

Step inside my bedroom.
It holds a heart of green
That embraces all but hate

Step inside my mind.
Which holds a body hot with anxiety
Who makes lustful tunes of surgical desire

Step inside my mind.
It holds a bedroom if it’s own
That realeases all ‘out phased’ laundry

Step inside my mind.
It holds a heart of mine

Step inside my heart.
It holds a mind of theirs.
 Aug 2018 Thomas
Iska
War Cry
 Aug 2018 Thomas
Iska
We are not poets.
Nor are we artists.
         We are the bleeding hearts
                                                   Daring to rebel.
Society cuts this world into careful little blocks.
Devided by cold cut stones forced to comply.
And yet,
             If you look a little closer, you will notice,
                  Not us, for you will never see our face
   But you will see our fragments.
             The pieces of us we leave behind for you
                Scattered among these cold stone walls
Words we have carved into the stone
             With our own ****** nails.
                              Proof that we exsist.
                                               Proof that you can to.
So here we are,
                    Strings of letters
                                       And scattered lines,
                                 All echoing the same war cry.
                          “We Are Here.”
                                                    "Are You?"

— The End —