Sculptor


I never really say the rights words,
That you have always wanted to hear;
But if I only ever said the right words,
Tell me, would that mean you would still be here?


You’re an artist
And you are wearing just the shirt that I gave;
It is covered in paint
And there is a tear going down one side.
You created a sculpture from elven wood;
Oh my statue with golden eyes.


Take a photo of our locket heart;
Glue together all the broken parts
And we could last until the end of time.
I'm always searching for a way to breathe in your light.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A psychic connection


I have planted a seed inside your mind,
So read my thoughts from time to time.
Let me become a part of your conscience;
If we move as one through this world,
We can offer each other guidance.


We share an understanding and a way of thinking.
A poet explaining and a song writer singing.
The very best of the best;
The best we have to give.
Life is a constant test
And we must learn how to live.


Forever we are changing, evolving day to day.
In a future version of ourselves, we will know what to say.
From the babies we were, we have grown to become strong of thought.
We have passion and clarification;
We now know all that which we have been taught and so much more.


From school until now, we are constantly learning;
From baby to adult, we are advancing.
A hope is all they had, the Mom and the Dad;
Now I am simply here to give thanks.


The more we grow, the more we know.
After a time of being just a person that follows,
We are now strong enough to walk alone…
We are no longer a clone.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Poet Condemned


I have opened my mind and unleashed Pandora’s Box.
My mind is now open, but my will is now lost.
Freedom of the mind; open and clear.
We couldn’t see the demons, but we can feel the fear.


Laying down to rest, my mind springs to life.
Wake up!  Wake up!  It’s time to write!
How?  I’m exhausted!  I can’t think of a thing.
Nonsense!  Write a line…And then do it again!


Your soul pours out your head, like a waterfall of life;
But as your mind opens up; the demons creep inside.
You have opened your mind and let in damnation.
Now the demonic voices; you shall forever be hearing…


Write us a rite!  An incantation!
Call us up, another demon.
Write us a rhyme, so divine and sublime,
That it shall be remembered,
For the rest of time.


Another day.
Another dollar.
Forget the squalor that surrounds you.
The island of your bed, amongst the dirt shall stay true.


Throw it away!
Find it another day.
Write another poem!
Try to look happy.


So what if your hope and faith have disappeared?
Just speak the truth, I have never lied; you will always hear,
That dark voice creeping, upon you once more…
You are tired and you have written all the poems you can…
Now write us a book!


Make it really interesting for the little people;
Oh and you’ve got to add a few Demons.
Do it!  Do as you are told!  Write me a book!
I don’t care if you are tired.
Write it and make it good.


Now the book is written;
I’ve told the stories meaning.
The book will become, ‘The Books’
Of this poet’s Demons.


So now ten years later, I sit on the beach.
I have a wife and kids now…and I still have my Demons.
My Demons and I have grown to like one another, at last.
I know I am The Poet Condemned…
But at least my demons are a good laugh.


So I sit here at the end of another poem…
Hello Mr. Demon, yes I know, I was just starting,
To write another poem to appease you…but now I’m retiring.
Because I can’t get a publisher…
So Mr. Demon; it’s time for you to be going.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Jack and Jill: Enter the Matrix


Jack and Jill, took the blue pill.
The truth they cared not for, the truth they ignored.
Their minds couldn't handle, what their brains didn't believe.
The truth stood in front of them, but they knew nothing is free.


They thought if they learned,
What wasn't meant to be known.
They would become slaves and never see home.


Stood on top of a hill, Jack turned to Jill.


Did we make the right choice?
Should we have had our eyes opened?
Just think of all the things, that we could have learned.
But what was the cost, a life time of slavery?
In life nothing’s given; foolishness is bravery.


Think of all of those heroes, you read about at school.
They died for a cause, surely that makes them fools.
Sure they found their fame, but only in their deaths;
I'd rather be unknown, than take my last breath.


But forever more we must know something is missing.
Our lives are a lie, our entire existence.
Scared of learning, or scared of the consequences?
Regrets all we have now, the truth could have been splendid!


Our chance has now passed, through fear of being slaves,
But we're trapped in this matrix, a slave to the wage.
Money and possessions, that’s all that we crave.
The heroes may be foolish, but at least they were brave,
Enough to at least try; I think we’re the slaves.


A glimmer of hope, shines right there in front of us
And we turn our backs, through fear and mistrust.
We could have been Gods!  Better than our fellow man.
Now were just numbers, working for 'Uncle Sam'.


We could have flown, like birds in the sky,
Slowed down time, dodge bullets and not die.
We could have lived forever!  We could have been just like Neo!
Now we’re just worms, to be eaten by the eagles.


I hate you Jack! You made me choose wrong.
I hate you Jill! I ignored it for a home
And a life with my wife.


We climb each day for a bucket of water;
We can hardly even feed our baby daughter.
Jenny's her name, her brother Joe's on the way.
What would they choose?  Would they choose the same?


But our families ok, they won't know that they’re slaves.
They'll love life at home and they'll visit our graves.
We must teach them, nothing of what we know,
For they would grow to hate us and then they would go.


Our house is just fine, with the orchards of wine.
A family business for a hundred years,
Their lives will be the same.
Never wanting for anything, they will have all they want;
But they can never leave, for this is our spot,
Where my mother gave birth, like her mother before;
As will Jenny, as did I and as will many more.


For life is a circle, what goes around comes around.
Repeating history, is what we have found,
To work for generations, our family has survived.
We’re born here.
We live here.
And it's here that we die.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Use me again.


I’m not sure what I think of you,
But I still have to come and use you.
I’m not sure what I think of you,
But I shall let you use me too.


There’s a tidal wave of pressure, crashing down upon me;
I think it’s time, to refocus my energy.
I need to lift this weight off my shoulders;
To remove your expectations and set myself free.


All I want, from you, is nothing!
All you need is all you see.
Why did you not, buy a conscience?
Why can you not, sell your greed?


Give me a gun, so I can eat a bullet;
Break my skull, with just one bite.
The hole in my head, let’s out the blood;
The cold air needs, to rush inside and hide.


Our time has now, just burnt away,
Into a cloud of misspent youth.
All I was looking for was love…
I only found sorrow and contempt for you.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

True to love


If you light a cigarette and it is only half lit,
It means somebody loves you.
Gladly, I’ve always stayed true to love
And at last it eventually came true to me too.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Just a phrase


I can’t help it,

It’s in my notebook,

Under useful phrases,

To use when drunk.



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Withered


Ashes remind me of the time wished away;
Those lost memories have now faded to grey.
My greatest sorrow is the death of tomorrow.
The bleak outlook is so hollow;
It leaves my tasteless love so immoral.


Your love eats away at my soul like a cancer.
You used to be such a happy dancer;
But then you found love and fell apart like a neutron bomb.
Love left you withered, as soon as your lover was gone.


Decay sets in to eat away at your pride;
You live in the dirt covered stains of a life.
You used to be light, now you’re colourless and dead.
Whatever goes on inside your head?


Bones start to ache and your hair falls to the ground;
You are dying without love, you are falling down.
You crash to the floor like a ***** through a door,
To her blood stained bed sheets and a life that has become a war.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Dark Poetry


I like writing dark poetry, but it takes a piece of me.
I want to repair the holes I leave when my soul is emptied.
I need a clear mind, I need a healthy body.
Hope springs eternal, scenic route to peaceful.
I wish I could write happy.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Unknown enemy


In an alien world with three moons in the sky,
A luminous thing flies high in the air.
It looks like a pterodactyl,
But it has three heads and breathes fire.
My fellow soldiers and I are searching for resources,
Among the dead bodies, inside a spaceship called ‘The Debonair’.


It’s been here for over a hundred years;
But no man has been to this planet since.
It was just a coincidence that we heard its distress signal,
As we passed by, heading for Alpha Six.
Our home world we haven’t seen now,
For seven months and sixteen days.
But now we have a new mission:
Salvage what we can and bury the bodies in graves.


Sergeant Angelos is reading an elegy, to commemorate the dead;
While the scouts we sent out earlier, haven’t reported back yet.
The scouts are on gravity bikes looking for anything we can use,
But so far they have found nothing but volcanoes and rivers of sulfur…
But something has found them.


They didn’t know they were being followed as they returned to base.
There is a loud other-worldly scream in the distance
And we are all put on high alert.
“What the Hell was that Captain?”  “I don’t know Pike;
Hit the dirt!”


A huge ball of blue light is flying straight towards the medi-bay;
Soldiers run this way and that and thankfully we are all safe.
But the medi-bay is destroyed by an alien weapon.
“Fire at will!”  Shouts the Captain,
As strafes of bullet fire fly off into the distance,
In search of the alien.


“Where did it go?  Anybody see it?”
There is silence; then a shout.
“It’s there!  Two o’clock, beyond the red rocks!”
We all open fire and create a dust cloud.


As the dust disappears the Captain says:
“Did we get it?  Is it dead, or not?”
Before anyone can answer, there is another scream
And this time it comes from behind us.


“Oh my God!  This thing's got friends!
Round up the caravan’s lads, we’re hunkering down for the night.”
As the sky gets darker, more aliens surround us
And our bullets fire, lighting up the sky.


Blue luminous fire rains down upon us and our barricade.
Our ground to air ship, takes a Hell of a beating,
But it’s been through worse than this in its days.


By morning light, the shooting has ended.
We all walk out our ground to air ship and see what we can find.
There are dead aliens all around us, seventy five in total.
The cheers and joy of our victory,
Has been sullied by the number of our side who have died.
Fourteen gone from us; taken by an unknown enemy.
This is our job, our life, our fight and our destiny.


As we leave the planet behind, the memories stay with us.
We have conquered one enemy;
Now we are heading home to our family and friends.
The people we do this for and the people that we love.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

There is no money in poetry


The foundations have been laid, now the money needs to be made.
I want to become a full time poet; how do I make this pay?
Is there anybody out there willing to offer a helping hand?
If poems were worthy £1, I would have made a grand.


What is poetry worth?
I know the value of words;
But what hope is there for a future,
When poetry is all free, just like music?
We live in a changing world.


Still seeking a publisher;
Still seeking inspiration.
Still seeking enlightenment;
Still in need of a vacation.


I write at least one poem a day; now I’m on book twenty two.
I like that Twenty One Pilots song they are playing;
I wish I could know what you think.  What will it take to prove,
That people like my poetry and the words that I use?
No other job will ever inspire me, I have a vocation;
This is my truth.  This is what I do.


Please send a sign, or a contract to sign;
It’s a sign of the times, that there is no money in rhymes.
I’m not asking for much money; just enough to live comfortably.
I dream of having my books published; no I’m not being funny.


I’m deadly serious; this is what I need, what I want.
I want to be a poet; I will do whatever I must.
My life is too short on this Earth to be lying, in the sun;
I must write, I must yearn; I must believe and I must trust.


One thousand poems written; some good, some bad.
But the majority are welcomed with open hands.  I gave it all I had.
I am still a novice; I am always honest.
I am getting better with age; even if this poem doesn’t show it.


This is truth, this is real; now let it pay for my meals.
I am humble before all poets; if you ask I will kneel.
I will beg you to just take a look at my works;
Do not judge me by just one poem.  That is all I ask;
Surely this I deserve.


No poet can always be perfect;
My style may be different to theirs,
But we are all worthy of your notice…

Let us know that you care.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Go


Am I sad enough to make you feel?
Or am I so sad that I will never heal?
If I can never be happy, then why would you want me?
If I can never heal, then how do I learn to see,
Your open heart?  It forever looks like a fake.
Your loving words only sound like a well written script.
How can we be close, when I am running away?
If I am always broken, how do I become fixed?


I see another you, but no reflection of myself.
I see you happy in love, but with who?  Only time will tell.
I hope you are happy together; I only wish it could have been me.
I hope you find yourself a being that you are happy being with.


In this cold-hearted world, I am miles from a home,
But if my loss allows you to find your happiness…
Then I will happily go.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

My heart alone to break.


I cannot see the signs, so tell me; let me know.
I cannot see how you feel in time to stop you needing to go.
I only wish I could serenade you, but that can never be.
I only wish that you could one day love me,
But that is only fantasy.


The reality is I am not good enough to be loved by somebody so fine.
The truth is mine, the secret heart I hide.
These feelings I keep, deep down inside,
Will forever stop me from being with the woman I truly like.
I cannot, I never will, I couldn’t speak the words;
Those that only my heart can create.
I wish I could, I really want to,
But I only have dreams that break.


In the end, love is just pretend.
Nothing based on anything more than illusion.
So I remain without a girlfriend,
Existing inside a delusion.


One way love does not exist.
It takes two to kiss.
My heart alone to forever break.
Do you even notice?
I fall alone to shatter into pieces;
Regrets are all I have left, as you are my lost witness.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Your eyes on me


Before my eyes, Nine Inch Nails are live;
I am alive when I hear the sounds they make.  
In your eyes, I must be despised,
For not wanting to be the same as you and not having your tastes.


My eyes fixate;
Break up all that which came before.
Your eyes, take them away;
I do not wish to be seen by a person who has never hit the floor.


Knocked out, kept down, I drown in the misery of my own mind.  
Picked up, put down, leave me alone!
I just want a way of my own to find.


Rail tracks, lead lives one way, to a place where I do not belong.
The right track I have never been on.
I could never follow in your footsteps,
When I know that everything you think is wrong!  


I am beneath you in every way,
Apart from the heart that beats inside of me.
Mine is open to a change and my love is so real,
Whilst you are all about order and finding a way to make me kneel.


Nothing to trust inside your words;
Pictures lost within your dreams.
All the truth you see in visions of light,
To me are but a blur.


Inside your idea of peace, I sit and scream!  
I can never write what you expect me to write.
I can never write what you would like to read.
I can never say the right thing at the right time, sigh,
Just to make you smile, because all you do is poison my heart
And all I want to do is leave!
Fly away to a beautiful place,
With a beautiful face,
On a beautiful day;
But this is just a dream.


I have no interest in your romantic movie ideology,
You had me at hello, so have yourself a nice day.  
All I see are trees, without their leaves;
Snow upon a sun that has never shined down upon me.
A hopeless lack of sympathy…
A lack of anything.  


Downward Spiral, out of control,
As my mind crashes down to kneel before her feet.  
Feelings have been lost, because you took all of the love!
So now I stand here on my spot!
Refusing to move towards the one who I wish I could.  


Walk away again because I cannot be saved,
From my own way’s and my own grave.
My own pain is my only way,
To get me through the day,
So fade away from me…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Half-love


I am already halfway to loving you.
Halfway to the sky, you give me angel wings,
As when I see you I am floating on air.
I’m already halfway to loving you.


Say what you mean, it’s all music to me,
In the words that you speak, I hear poetry.
Forever I am falling deeper into you.
I would go to Timbuktu, if you needed me to.
For you, I would do.


Procrastination will no longer have its arms around me.
Apathy will no longer be my love.
Sadness will no longer allow me to share a house with misery.
You could become my life, as with you, I could be loved.


Love changes everything for me.
This time I hope the result will be different.
Surely it has to be…eventually.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Funeral March


Surrender upon death; take your last breath,
As you took your first, to feed your thirst.
Now lie in the hearse and hear their verse;
Their poetry, their thoughts, their morose words.


Only the dead have seen the future;
There is nothing to see.
I would have had something important to say,
If only you’d have let me.


I want to leave, I want to stay,
But I’m neither here or there.
Just somewhere in between, I think.
I don’t know that you don’t care.


The Devils Angels came to speak;
To take me down, to terrorise me.
A town with no name; some call it Hell.
It is now my home; I will never be free.


Go have faith in your fictional God;
I have lived in his cold dark world.
Heaven or Hell or somewhere else.
Pain and misery is what you must behold.


He’s going six feet underground, his life is no more.
If only he had fought a little harder, we wouldn’t have to mourn.
So all you could possibly preach, to me is lost in translation;
For good and bad are equals forever and there is no salvation.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The book that never was


There is a book inside my head;
It feels as if it is one I have already read.
It’s trying to escape,
But I can’t write all the words that are so difficult to say;
There are not enough hours in the day.


I wish I could release them from my mind,
But they will remain trapped until I do what I must.
I hope one day I will be able to find the time,
But for now, you will just have to read my poetry about love.


I just can’t write it all down and remember what has happened;
I guess I’ll never finish it, because I have become distracted.
It has become the book that never was…
I hope you can do what you want to do;
I do what I can do, but it was fun while it lasted.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

We need to talk


I’ve got a bruise in the shape of Tom Cruise;
It’s on my back next to the Charlie Sheen tattoo.
It’s time I stopped picturing all these actors,
But still I see Bruce Willis’ face on all the posters.


Cameron Diaz is listening to jazz
And I’ll thank her please if she will give me a lap dance.
I drop my pants looking for some kind of romance,
But all I find is someone playing Una Mas.


I wouldn’t normally mind,
But they are playing way out of key
And woe is me if I can’t get what I need to make me happy;
I need to watch Mr. Bean.


Watching Van Damme for five whole seconds;
That’s enough of that, I surely do reckon.
You can’t sell me anything in your television adverts.
If I need something I will buy it;
To your lies I will not listen.


Movie stars and five star ratings.
Who do I complain to about talk show hosts,
Who act like they are dating,
The person they interview?
Get to the real questions;
We have had enough of you
And your luvvie ways,
Telling them they are great.


Why not ask them about their drugs habits?
Their exes, their fights and headline stories?
You smile, you fake, you are in love; you idiot.
An actor is just a man or a woman,
An interviewer is just a puppet.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The death of a lover


Black out the blue sky and lets the stars disappear;
Blot out the sun and bury me under a shadowy mirror.
Leave me with nothing, no-one and no noise;
Silence the drones of freedom of choice.
Freedom of speech?  Just take it and go.
Leave me to bemoan the death of a lover;
For all that is left of her is skin and bones.


Blow the wind through my home and let it all be gone,
Because nothing really matters; all hope is lost.
Cease to touch anything and stop the clocks;
For the bed no longer rocks, so sleep in socks.


Erase everyone from this planet that we call Earth;
Curse me with bad luck and I shall not curse.
Such words are without passion, when I am without her;
God is nowhere to be seen, in these visions of dirt.


Suffer foolishness because reverence is irrelevant;
Send down the condemned, to suffer your punishment.
Demons hold you by the tongue, as you say no more;
Let everybody fall into darkness and leave them to crawl.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Mother Earth


Mother Nature gave birth to our world,
So we thanked her for the wood
And complained when it rained.


We’ve only just begun to burn,
Mother nature’s twigs.
We only need the trunks and tusks today;
You can leave the rest for the vultures and the natives.


Burn these trees, they are in our way.
That bird just crapped on me!
Thanks a lot Mother Nature.
He, he.


Move out all the animals, put them in a zoo.
Empty the jungle of life, so the bulldozers can get through.
Shoot them if they get in the way, no-one’s bullet proof.
Hey look!  A monkey!  Let’s shoot it with pollution…Shame on you!


Did you hear about Sam?
I know!  He got torn up;
By that thorny bush and that tigers lunge.
Mother Nature.  She never thinks of us;
While we work **** hard,
To bulldoze her jungles.


Mother Earth indeed!
She doesn’t care about us…
Her Destroyers.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Cellar Door


The word cellar door, may paint a cold, dark image,
But the two words together, are simply magnificent.
They roll off the tongue, like a red silk carpet
And when you find something so beautiful,
You should not forget it.


For cellar door, I simply adore,
For it's a connection of words, that are simply beautiful.
Two words together, that when spelt right have a meaning,
But when they are separated and you see them differently,
You are able to see, why they contradict each other;
For cell keeps us trapped, we can't run free from this evil,
But to adore is to love, the purest of feelings;
The thing that can't be beaten, with an English Dictionary,
Or a thoughtless, harsh word, from a fool in the audience,
Who will never see or hold such beauty,
For they truly are ignorant.


These thoughts are my own;
But I was inspired to write this poem.
If you missed Donnie Darko
And don't know where I got this inspiration,
A teacher with passion, spoke the words cellar door
And explained they were her, two favorite words of all.


So remember cellar door, for it simply means love;
Don't let them lock away your feelings, behind a cell door
And keep them buried, so no one can see your love show.
Don't hide from your feelings, for it will serve you no good.
Will you choose to be trapped inside your cell?
Or applaud me, for I saw what is plain to see
And I am willing to tell.


Cellar door sounds fantastic and when it is spoken by a lover,
You shall see its true meaning, simply means I love you forever.
Together we are happily trapped, in this notion called love,
But we are free to be free,
For we have the key to this cellar door.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Flibbertigibbet


Such a ludicrous name, unto you may never have been heard;
But The Flibbertigibbet Demon lives in the land of words.
They hide there in The Thesaurus, in front of our eyes,
Like The Devils spies in paradise.


The bookworm with tapeworm, failed to see The Flibbertigibbet;
But then one day The Bookworm, just happened to come across it.
It stood out from the rest, because it didn’t sound human;
Then I read the description and it simply said Demon.


The demonic disguise, lead to the corruption of the mind.
It is now forever entwined, with the Flibbertigibbet inside.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Devil


He’s been here since the beginning of time;
He controls all evil and causes all crime.
He makes us believe it is ok to ****;
He wants your soul, so he offers you free will.


He’s always stood against us and he’s always been the same.
Completely insane.
He is the master of dark arts, suffering and pain.
He was here when Jesus walked the land
And he has your soul in the palm of his hand.


It’s the dead of night; I hear demons cry like the end is in sight.
They scream and yell to cause us a fright.
Something growls from beneath, I see rotten wreaths;
The living are now the deceased.


I am the bringer of death, the evil one;
The death of love, the fallen son.
The child of Heaven descended to Hell;
Now nobody is safe from me, The Devil.


(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Love cloud


There you lie in a cloud of love forever;
Live your life and live it well.
I hope you find somebody else inside your heart one day;
But it will never be me, because I am hiding in my shell.


Live the day you loved the most;
Smoke away a life and embrace the fall, as you do the rise.
They can try their best to make you want to give up and go;
But you can only be stopped from falling in love, if you decide.


I have already decided to give up on finding love;
I have tried and I have tried and still it does not exist.
It has become my white whale, my loch ness monster;
My long wait for the sight of a white dove.
How can I go on searching, when life has taught me to give it a miss?


She says hold onto me tightly; I’ve been waiting a while,
For you to change your mind and to raise a smile.
To find love is our reason for existence.
Who would have thought we could ever have made it?
Allow me to accept that love is as good as they tell me it is.
She is a different kind of high; she is made of pure bliss.


It is because of you, that I grow angel wings;
So I can carry you up into our love cloud in the sky.
Inside my heart, a little love drum beats,
To the sound of your heart; we are so in sync,
That I think with you I will always be able to fly.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Walk the line


Life is loud, so close your ears if you are not prepared.
All we sing rocks all the time, so why have so much fear?
Scream with us when the sun goes down
And play a guitar made from air.
Born to do it, my soul craves it, so I must let myself hear.


On a one way trip to make it to the other side of Hell;
Come creep with me through the nightmares inside my mind.
I need to see what lies at the end of eternity for myself.
I cannot believe their truth, their fear, for I am a seeker in the night.


I breathe my words into your conscience;
I never claimed that I could be the one to make a change.
All I am here to do is show you there could be another way;
Welcome to the dark side, the right side…going down in flames.


This light burns brighter than a thousand sons;
My guide through all the bad times will show us the way.
You and I hand in hand, until the bitter end of us;
Concentrate, so we don’t break.  Shall we go for it or will you stay?


Never mind the consequences;
Take the leap of faith with me before we lose it.
Let us fly into an unknown future with our eyes tightly closed.
I want to live an extraordinary life and it all begins with just a kiss.
We have been blinded to the possibilities, so let them be exposed.


They do not care if we choose their way of life,
They only care that we do not find our own way.
They expect us to own a house, keep a job and find a wife;
But we know of their expectations and still we say…


This life is not yours to control,
You have had your own life and your own time.
This last chance is mine
And this is my soul!
I will do whatever I choose to do,
So I cannot just fall in line.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Love is a lightning bolt


This lightning bolt of love struck my heart in a flash;
Immediately I knew that you were the one.
From the first time is saw you, I would never give that image back;
There you were, hiding behind your smile, with your make up on.


I feel you every time we are apart;
I feel there is a place for you inside my heart.
I feel I have always been drifting alone in the dark;
I have loved you from the very start.


Can you feel the rain fall down all around us?
Can you hear the pain in my voice?
I am calling out for you in the thunder storms;
Come back into my arms, so I can rejoice.


Everybody needs somebody to love,
So never give up on love.
Love bursts from your heart from babe until dust;
Lay with me under linen sheets and I will be all yours.


It is always tough to be in love,
But it is always worth the fight.
The flowers at your feet could never be good enough.
They could never match your beauty or the aroma of your scent;
They could never be as beautiful as your eyes.


I think, I know, I want to lose myself with you my darling.
You swept into my heart like a knife through butter
And the shield I used to wear has now been disregarded.


Your love is sent from up above,
So I will cherish your heart like I cherish your love.
In a café in Paris we could have fallen in love,
If only we had taken our chances when we did.
We could have been in love before…
Do you remember that time in Spain?  It began all this.


I have travelled the world just out of reach of your footsteps;
You were always one step ahead.
But you are the one I will never forget;
Our love is just the morning…let this day never end.


Love is the best thing that we can do,
So I will continue to love you.
In your beautiful soul, I find myself lost for words
…


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A part of the process.


As the cadence of my voice becomes a part of your tongue,
I communicate with you in silence using telepathic thoughts.
You are still growing and as of yet you are unborn,
But creation has begun
And there are many things you are learning
And so much more that you need to be taught.


Whisper to me and I will fulfill your needs;
A daily dose of unending love is what you give to me.
So happy inside your little bubble;
Will you grow up to become a lot of trouble?
Or will you bring us the contentment we have been searching for?
You are a moving hand found beneath the rubble and we are all yours.


A light in the dark, a glint in the eye;
A smile and a wink and it was bed time…
And so you were formed, so soon to be born;
Nobody fully prepares you for all of the love.


The fun you bring with you and the changes;
What are the chances of my mind changing?
They are not even remote; they are not a possibility.
We are creating a planet; you are my world and my everything.


And when you are with us, our cherub is helpless;
But we will help you with whatever you need
And do whatever it takes to make you happy.
I don’t mind changing a ***** or two…
It’s just a part of the process
And you are now a part of our family.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A beautiful soul


A beautiful soul, buried inside a hole;
What a way to go, to find a beautiful soul.
It is our only hope, this beautiful soul;
What chance do we have to save this soul that we own?


We keep it hidden away, waiting for a better day;
A chance to show our face in a beautiful place.
They need a sacrifice to let us change our lives,
But we cannot lose our hope, because it can never be taken away.


They go hand in hand, the soul and the man;
It is part of my being, so let me be who I can.
I have a beautiful soul; I will not give it away.
This is my only way of making things better
And my only way to change my fate.


This is not my first rodeo; I just thought that you should know.
I have heard this con before, so I will not sell you my soul.
Inside a pit, without a redeemer; I stand alone.
Under a cloud of doubt, your lies are not a saving rope.
You are not the only way out
And you are not the only way to save my beautiful soul.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Let it burn


Tear it up; you wrote it wrong.
It doesn’t sound poetic and it’s no song.
You couldn’t make it sound so succinct,
So tear it up and light it and throw it in the bin.


Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.
Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.


Write from the soul to make them feel it;
Don’t write a song so pathetically ****.
Make me feel like you really mean it;
Use whatever words are necessary to make it hit.


Or let it burn away like a star;
You used to dream of being something more than you are.
But now you don’t dream at all, because life has let you down;
You are becoming empty, inside now.


Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.
Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.


Feed the fire with your thoughts and feelings,
Burn them away by writing them down.
Sing a song to keep yourself believing,
Or do you believe there’s nothing left of you now?


Find a new song in the recesses of your mind
And let it out to lighten up the world.
Let it burn like a supernova in the sky;
Or throw your thoughts away into the fire and let it burn.


Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.
Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.


(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

In the midnight of our lives.


Through clarity eyes, I find what I am seeking.
Through no desire fall in love, I free myself of necessity.
I once was strong of heart, but now I am a weakling.
Life has always been a struggle,
But I will not let it get the better of me.


In a world without love we would all live without reason.
Freedom of the mind is a journey on a search for enlightenment.
I speak only for myself, expressing the view of one person,
But I wish to become a voice for the voiceless
And say what needs to be said.


Spirits fly through my mind
And they have vanished before they are found,
But they lift me from the ground
And allow me to float inside a cloud.


The certainty of uncertainty, is as sure as calamity.
Think nothing of the compliment I give to you,
It is well deserved and truly
A reflection of your heart
And the love you have shown me with your words.
On this star-crossed Earth, we are doomed to forever serve.


But somehow we survive, late into the nighttime of our lives
And in our midnight hour, we leave this land we have walked upon
And become eternal before God’s eyes.
Heaven takes us in and removes all of our sin.
We win, we are forgiven;
We smile now we are all kin.


Peace, love and empathy shall become our reality;
In the world we dream of, it exists alongside charity.
It becomes the norm; it is written, promised and sworn.
Love is the reason I was conceived;
Love is the reason I was born.


I am an angel, walking with the living
And I love you all.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Silent thoughts


Candles burning brightly bring visions to my eyes.
Shadows dancing in the corners give this room a supernatural vibe.
As I sit here under the covers, all fears are held below;
I gaze into the broken mirror, in a room with no visible windows.
Curtains hide the outside from me; pictures hang on every wall.
Unopened boxes still sleep their long slumber;
They have sat there since the fall.


Unread books sit on the bookshelf;
The dust has gathered on all their pages.
Cobwebs hang like Christmas decorations,
They show the footsteps the spiders took;
They have been there for ages.


As the cold air slows my heartbeat, I could have been here for a year.
So forgotten, so complicated; there is no-one left to cheer.
I have tried to change the channel,
But everything just sounds the same.
I have tried to feed my hunger,
But my body refuses and so it remains.
A thirst calls out for a glass of water; legs are aching for some help.
If I hired myself a waitress, maybe I could help myself.


Candles flicker in their actions; a silhouette fills all above.
There is a ghostly face on my ceiling; swiftly it changes and all is mud.
As the wick burns down to nothing, I prepare to make a stand.
I am reaching out for lightning; fire in my hands.
As I strike another cigarette with the last match inside the pack,
I carry the flame across every candle; I will have to soon sleep or act.
I whisper words into the emptiness, as several thoughts go passing by.
I take hold of my loneliness and put it out of sight, out of mind.


A man is speaking on the TV and I do not like the news he has to tell,
So I press the off switch at the television,
So I am no longer under its spell…
The sound of silence is beginning to annoy me,
So I flick the switch on the radio.
Another old man tells me something new again;
I need music not this breaking news show.


I try and fail to read a fictional story;
The fading light no help at all.
Remembering former days of glory;
Newspaper clippings on the wall.
All the frames have cracks along them,
Where they have fallen to the floor before.
The memories that live outside my head,
Are entrapped in photo’s that are boxed up against the wall.


I need money to change my life,
But changing times are always hard.
A moth is living where there should always have been plenty of cash.
I take out all the plastic cards…
And I throw them in the trash.


Counting pennies like an accountant;
I don’t just wear this hat for fun.
Another winter of discontent;
Crying out to feel the sun.


Breathing clouds because of the cold air;
Toes are asking Santa for slipper shoes.
I lost my will to try a long time ago;
My heart is not mending, it is way too bruised.


Body aching from a lifetime;
I never give it a second thought.
The clock annoys me more and more,
With every tick-tock and with every chime…
I’m too old to be closing doors.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I have loved


For all the souls that I have loved,
I give up my heart as an offering.
For all the hearts that I have stolen,
I vow to thee you are everlasting.
To all the women who have affected my life,
I cherish your contact;
Please take this care that I bring.


To all those I have lost throughout my lifetime,
I loved you all…


I say these words just for you
And these words do not do me justice;
But these words I do mean,
For they are all true and you showed me such tenderness.


I loved you then and I love you now;
I shall continue to love you ‘til I am gone into the clouds.
I will love again and I shall feel love somehow
And I shall cherish it like I have before,
Because love is to be found underneath loves shroud.


For all the lovers throughout my lifetime, I pledge my allegiance.
What is your passion?  It shall become mine
And what is mine I shall give to you,
Because I have loved and will forever love you.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Life is poetry.  Poetry is life.


My history tells me my life is no lie.
It is my truth, preached to you in tune and in rhyme;
With no time on my hands for a master plan.
Just a laugh and a quick shake of the hand.


The good will out, I have no doubt,
But my lack of faith in myself will always keep me down.
I drag myself up to let my feelings out,
But still I suffer in silence wearing this thorny crown.


Life is not about the destination,
It’s about the journey we take to get there.
My life has been a rocky road that began with such anticipation;
Only now do I see the darkness that surrounds me…I no longer care.


Life is a river that constantly flows,
As poetry flows from within our souls.
I write what I feel, because it feels right to tell you of my thoughts;
But to feel anything else is a struggle, so I shall write no more.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Dying to live.


Dying to live; first to leave.
Dead to love; the heart must grieve.
All I know is I’m not sure.
All I know is there’s no cure, I think.


I could live again, I think.
I could live again, I think.
I could live again, I think.
I could love again, I think.


I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I could love you girl, but I’m not sure.
I’m sure for my indecision, there must be a cure.


All I need is a little clarity.
All I can afford to refuse is your offer of charity;
Because all I have left, since the day love died,
Is my beating heart and an ounce of pride.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

If all else should fail.


Let the light be gone and all darkness embraced;
Let me leave this world behind me in ruins
And let me be gone from this place.
Let the sun fall from the sky and wipe out all who stood before me;
Let all who dream of better futures,
See the ashes of a burnt out planet, buried under their misery.  


If all else should fail and my extinction stopped,
Then let the bodies drop
And fall from the pedestals we have placed upon this world.
Let the hatred unfurl;
Let the pain and misery rule.
Let all who came before me be brought back to this world,
To face their day of judgment…
Let them face their punishment.


Black out the sky with angel wings,
Hanging beneath the Devil’s claws and his puppet strings.
If all else should fail and I cannot be gone from this shell,
Then let Hell reign eternal upon this land that we dwell.


Then maybe they could feel how I feel;
Let them feel the agony of a dying heart,
That lives inside without a cure; let everyone depart
And leave this planet a wreck of a rock,
With nothing left to feed upon.


If all else should fail and I am not allowed to depart,
Then let the demons descend upon the ground before us
And burn the buildings down to give death to art.


If all else should fail and the pain cannot be removed;
Then let the pillars turn to ash and no broken heart ever soothed.
No person left with a heart to use;
No sanity left to claim to rule.


If all else should fail...


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

From the heart


From deep within my heart-shaped hole,
I must tell you what is written on my soul.
So here I go, this is what I know…
Anything is possible; impossible is a ghost.


From inside; out into the world,
Words are fire to catch upon.
Grab a hold of the lightning bolt;
Light up the night like a firework and show them what you hold.


Powerful heart and convictions made from stone;
Do not let go of hope, it is all we have left.
Mindful thoughts cannot be sold;
They are yours and yours alone
And nothing can change the memories that you have,
Way down deep inside the basement of your head.


Darkest truths are softly spoken through love;
Painful thoughts tear our future in two.
I would make things better if I only could,
But I am powerless to protest about the things that you say
And the lies that you do.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Working class zero.


The art of poetry is to write what you are thinking;
The best poetry sometimes comes without you needing to think.
I write from the soul
And sometimes I use my subconscious mind to do my bidding;
Sometimes I study my target,
To become better at performing my shtick.


I want to be the best; so I try my best.
I stutter when I speak in front of an audience,
Because I have so many words that I need to get out.
I have a million words and already formed sentences inside my head;
I utter meaningless paraphrases, because I live underneath self-doubt.


It keeps me down and leaves me feeling less than confident;
But if I have the poem in front of me,
I can pronounce it with such apparent confidence.
Some people hear me reading my works and view me as being arrogant;
But the truth is I am scared outside my shell
And my words are my only defence.


Poetry is my lover and this is a love that will last.
Some say the best poetry is not written by someone from my class;
But I just say I do not care about that.
Writing is what I do, I am a poet; I will write until I die
And thus, I am turned to ash.


I am no angel, no glistening thing of beauty;
But I am not afraid of speaking truthfully.
I am not charming and could never become a suitor;
But I am disarming their fury, one mind at a time,
In an attempt to seize my future.


If I make you smile,
Then I have brought a little happiness into the world.
If I made you think, then maybe I became interesting.
If I inspired you to write better than I can,
Then I have become worthwhile.
If I have, affected you at all…
Then I have accomplished meaning.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Her viper eyes.


Our landscapes always change with age;
As we lose ourselves, we find our true way
And once again we rise, rocketing into the highest skies.
I walk alone to fly and all else disappears over the horizon…
I am my own meteorite.


As I walk these streets, I see no people I want to see,
Because they are no part of me; they are a mystery.
But she is a stranger to meet; so far away from me.
She glides in her own way and I can only stay,
Behind this glass, I hide; I have no guardian at my side.
A million feelings I can feel, but I will not kneel to cry.


She just passes on by, without me in her sights;
Not even on her mind, so how can she become mine?
I can never truly look deep into her eyes,
Because I lie, my eyes lie, so I think she is a lie.
Another ship in the night, another treasure hunt,
So soon she has faded into the darkness and I am but a no-one.


I cannot be honest this day, because I have no complaint
And she would only ever leave, if I ever asked her to stay.
So I will hold my tongue, because of her viper eyes.
No words can be spoken that would sound nice…
I am only alone again because of my damaged pride.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

You don’t want to read this.


I’m reading this poem and waiting for something to happen,
But so far nothing has been able to seize my attention.
I await to see which word will give rhythm to the rhyme,
But it is an expected disappointment; a lack of perfection.


Still onward I read, hoping for a change in the way it is structured,
But this is simple, not memorable; just words without thought.
Why can’t it be better?  So amateurish; so fractured.
Simply lame and without impact; clearly no talent at all.


I’ll give up on this poem; it is simply more of the same.
No story, no idea, not worth reading, I would say.
But I am here to read, so I shall continue once again
And remain unmoved, uninspired, unimpressed; bored I remain.


Where is the wit and the substance? (The killer without the filler).
Where is the dark side, the good life, the romance of death?
There is no image portrayed here, he certainly cannot deliver.
He is just wasting my time; there are no good lines left.


Someone whisper in his ear and tell him to change his ways.
Write a poem I want to read, you should write just like me.
The real you is boring, so lay back and be fake.
Read more poetry, write more poetry; see what I see!


I see sunshine and blue skies and rabbits bouncing by!
I see rivers flowing gently, people holding hands and love is in the air!
I see happiness and joy and a world where nobody needs to cry!
And all he talks about is depression and a life going nowhere.


Be more positive about love!  We have had enough of the heart break.
Write about lovers and marriage and a family that lasts.
But no, he continues to bore us, with nothing of interest to say.
I’m sorry I ever began to read this poem;
If I bought his book, I would take it back.


I’d like a refund please; he doesn’t write what I like.
He doesn’t talk about the outdoors and the colour of the leaves.
He doesn’t know about love and is no artist, he cannot write.
Why can’t he take a lesson and learn to write poetry?  Do it, please!


Poetry should be written this way, the way he writes is all wrong.
Poetry should sound like my favourite poets; nobody is unique.
Poetry should be written according to my idea of what is strong.
This is weak in its word usage; he bears no resemblance to my clique...


From time to time you need to expand your mind.
What’s yours is yours and what’s mine is fine.
I can never meet your expectations.
Realise I am being real when I disappoint you without explanation.


My poetry will never change the world intentionally if attempted,
But one mind at a time can be influenced if not rejected.
Take my words into your mind, if you have the time
And I will thank you for reaching the end of a poem,
That I know you just didn’t like.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Mobile


You were standing alone with your mind on your phone
And you never saw me as I walked on by.
You were staring deep into your screen and you never saw me,
So I just kept on walking on by.
With your head in your Facebook, I never got a second look
And I guess I missed out on the first.
You are so deeply engrossed that you missed me the most;
You love having the best phone and that makes you the worst.


With your head in the cloud you are never around,
So how can I compliment you tonight?
With your eyes never here and always there,
It just seems to me that you do not care;
So I wave you goodbye and walk out of your life.


Now your battery has died and the power has been cut,
You finally notice me walking on by.
You think I really do like him, but he does not even notice me,
With that woman and a ring on his hand.
You have missed out on love
And it was all just because,
You were connected to your mobile phone, not this man.
So you never had the chance to connect to romance,
Or the love that I know you could have had.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Nirvana


Lost in the world, searching for answers.
Why do we only live once?  Why are there no second chances?
What is the meaning of life?  What is our purpose for being?
Why do we not yet know?  Do you know the reason?


A search for enlightenment, using many different teachings;
I must find the answer, by using any means,
To reach a state of enlightenment and find my nirvana.
So I'll ask someone who knows; can you hear me Buddha?


To find your nirvana, follow the teachings of Buddha;
Buddha gained enlightenment, so you must become a Buddhist.
Buddha was an atheist, searching for his Heaven;
A way to be free and stop repeated reincarnation.


To reach a new state of consciousness,
You must become free from life and your attire.
Your possession’s you must leave behind and you must forget your desire.
To find freedom from life, you must want for nothing;
Then you shall become free, from eternal suffering.
From the pain of the circle of life being repeated;
Because Heaven can't be reached, if you’re always reincarnated.


To find enlightenment, forget human treasures;
To raise up into the sky, you must not crave possessions.
Trinkets or money or power keep you trapped and without insight.
They stop you leaving this life; they stop you reaching the light.


Buddha’s Buddhist’s, practice his teachings
And they lead their life in the way in which he believed,
Was the right thing to do and he did do it right;
Buddha left this world enlightened…he walked into the light.


To find your nirvana; to raise to a new state of consciousness,
Is to die as a man and then pray to go to Heaven and be blessed.


Maybe there is life after death
And maybe I will fly up and face God.
Maybe anything is possible...


But when I learn the truth, I will be gone.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

It’s in her eyes.


Sprinkle fireflies in the night sky,
To illuminate the secret path into my lover’s heart.
She could become mine if the stars were to align
And lead her towards me,
For at this moment she is still afar.


Still, I hope one day she will fall for my charms.
After a blind leap of faith, I will catch her in my arms
And I shall be rewarded with the one that I have always wanted
And no day will ever come to pass where we must be separated.


If she is for me as I would be for her,
This love will conquer all.
A blessing is yet to be heard.
Love will set you free if you just hear its call.


All I need is to see her reaction, when she is talking about me.
Some feelings you cannot hide.
So take this box of rose scented chocolates,
My heart and all of my empathy!
For far too long now, this love has been hidden.
For far too long, I have been holding it inside.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I see


I see pictures on a blank canvas.
I see images inside your image.
I see the tranquility within the madness.
I see a beautiful world only I can envisage.


I see words where none are written.
I see winter gardens on a mid-summers afternoon.
I see Macintosh before it was ever bitten.
I see colours of sunlight when all illumination is from a moon.


I see history designing your future.
I see the past repeating here and now.
I see technology; forever advancing roots of a router.
I see an empty space, with floating ice mountains in the background.


I see Fuji rising over Emoji.
I see all in jigsaw pieces.
I see connections where no attachment should be.
I see the perpetual wave;
Beauty never ceases.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I am without you


In a perfect world, nothing is perfect.
In a beautiful world, not all things are beautiful.
It may not be easy to see, but love is truly worth it.
You can either choose to have faith in love,
Or you can forever remain doubtful.


I choose to keep believing,
Because to me love is everything
And when I do eventually meet her,
I will tell her of the way things were.


The reason for the absence,
The loss and the heartache.
The reasons why I couldn’t believe,
That anything good would ever last again.
I will try to be romantic and woo her every day.
I will try to be all she could ever need,
So she doesn’t feel the need to fly away.


If she is my Ms. Right, then she will see through my eyes
And find my heart a leaping over a belly of butterflies.
I will find a way to make her complete,
If she decides to believe in me.


All these things I will do,
Because love is still what gets me through,
To the other side of this darkness;
This time I am without you.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Something


I want you to be something you can never be;
Something you could never feel, deep inside of me.
I want you to see something; something you could never see.
Something you could never dream,
That’s always been inside of me.


Something someone said,
Stuck in my mind and affected my head.
Something someone should have been,
Fades away with apathy.
Something you will never be,
Is truly into me.


Now all I can do is learn to hate something.
Something or anything; nothing with integrity.
No dislike of apathy, for it has no reaction;
All I hate is all I love, for all it has is what I need.
Passion, reaction, satisfaction;
You used to give me all of these.


But you will never be anything,
When we could have been everything!
We chose to be nothing real.
We could still chose to be something,
If only we could remember how to feel.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Somehow


If we could have made it to September,
Do you think we could have made it back through May?
We will never know what could have been,
But still, remember…
We could have found a way.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Perfect Death


It’s a brave new world and there’s nothing left,
But heartbreak, soul and a perfect death.
There’s nothing left, but a perfect death,
A waste of breath or a taste of regret.


And all I have is a taste of fame;
A kind of pain that you can’t take away.
You can’t take away, you can’t take away,
You can’t take away the perfect day.


So thank you all from the bottom of my heart;
For this brand new start,
To this brand new world.
It’s another kind, in another time;
For another guy with a change of mind.


So what are we but dust in the wind?
Another false king, with a different beginning.
Jesus Christ or The Buddhist,
Had a perfect taste of heavenly bliss;
With the perfect death, with no regrets.
Let’s make this death the perfect end.


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Monkey, Monkey : Part Three


There’s a monkey living by the sea with me
And I love this little monkey, he, he.
He is so funny every time I hear him squeak;
He sings out aloud so freely and he lives in a tree.


My little monkey is so funny and funky;
When I’m ****** out of my tree, he sleeps next to me.
I roll on the floor and he jumps onto me;
But he scratches me, like he is scratching a flea, from his hairy skin.


Slowly, slowly catchy monkey; set my monkey’s free.


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Monkey Monkey : Part Two


Apes are our equals,
So set free our people!
Let them find the freedom they have never had.
Let them live once more in paradise.  
Treat them as you would a man.


The chimpanzee is just like me.
I think I’m related to the monkey in this theory.
So set the Baboon free!
Plant a tree!


Build a home and tear down your zoo.
Let my people be with their own;
Not just here to entertain you.
The monkey mind is the equal of mine,
They have such ingenuity.
The monkey mind is free, compared to mine,
So set my people free!


Lock us up in your cages, or let us become free.
Let us be free to ***, wherever we please.
In this concrete jungle of yours, we can no longer await death.
We can no longer live here, in such a filthy mess.


Set the monkey free from captivity!
Let it do as it wishes and it will make itself happy.


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Monkey, Monkey : Part One


Monkey, monkey, climbing up a tree,
Eating a banana, or laughing at your friends ***.
Monkey, monkey, with your friends and family.
Monkey, monkey, you’re so happy and free.


Monkey, monkey, chewing on a leaf.
Monkey, monkey, swinging through the trees.
Monkey, monkey, your so hairy.
Monkey, monkey, you live in bliss.


Monkey, monkey, you look so funny;
Monkey, monkey, you’ve got such a happy grin.
Monkey, monkey, you’re so cheeky;
But now little monkey, you’ve been caught by me.


Monkey, monkey, don’t fear me;
Monkey, monkey, stop screaming!
Monkey, monkey, worried about losing your family;
Monkey, monkey, you’re no longer free.


Monkey, monkey, welcome to the zoo, your sanctuary;
Monkey, monkey, imprisoned by me.
Monkey, monkey, you will make me wealthy;
Monkey, monkey, you will make me happy.


Monkey, monkey, you’re there for them to see;
Monkey, monkey, behind bars sat in your tire swing.
Monkey, monkey, why aren’t you happy?
Monkey, monkey, do something!


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