A sleeping dragon


Beneath the ground there lives a beast.
For aeon’s it has lain asleep,
Upon the bones of those it defeats.
The hopeless slain in graves so deep beneath.


The firelight in only darkness.
The ghost of old, it’s only witness.
A beast so foul, so pitiless,
Has killed a thousand men in a thousand feet deep pit.


It waits in slumber, further under,
The kingdom beneath which it constantly plunders.
A fire in the sky at midnight,
Alerts the keepers of the last kings keep.
The beast has been awoken after a hundred years’ sleep
And although it cannot be seen, it screams through the air,
Breathing fear, which destroys the hope of every man,
Who still has a care.


Now none will fight or lend a hand
And all but one are stood in silence.
The king listens to the chosen, his guards his only violence,
Against a demon which strikes such fear;
It has done so for many years.


But now at last there stands the hero.
Never more will he hold a purse of zero,
For riches have been promised by the King,
To any man who may slay the thing which sleeps beneath.


The curse upon the peaceful land,
For many a moon, but now this man,
Shall lead his band of many men to slay the beast,
Or until they are deceased.
So until the beasts’ heart beats no more,
The day has come…
To victory!
Or…


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Assassin


A hooded figure watches over the sleeping.
Peacefully, suddenly colder, soon to be weeping;
A body of a thousand slumbers.
Tonight will be its final number,
For without sound or any sign of remorse,
Death has come, and in due course,
The time will come when the sleeper breathes no more.
The clock has not yet struck midnight.
Witches are waking their feral beasts and al-
So, their frogs are leaping,
And all the while he lays there sleeping.


His silk pajamas and knitted blankets.
The bottle he was given, he slowly drank it,
And now through snores, he hears no more,
The open door downstairs where footsteps call.
If only he could hear them passing,
Maybe he could somehow foresee the morning happenings,
But this is not a happy ending tale.
This is a time for woe; a rose upon a grail.
A dearly departed letter of discontent.
A scarlet rose has been placed upon his deathbed.


As the clock strikes, a metaphorical piercing knife.
The depths to which some men will delve,
And all in aid of a silent war.
A change in fortune for another who did not fall.
For this assassin was bought and he sold,
His service to another victim old.
For as he stood above his prey,
A bag of monies did come his way,
And with no word, a swift hand grabbed,
The jewels inside the felt covered bag.
All that needed to be said:
“It is not yet my time; send your services back instead.”


Now riches bulged from spoils of war.
The hooded figure waited until he could wait no more,
And on the chime of the seventh call,
The end appeared, a discovery made, the snorer was no more.
Only silence, through such violence.
The hooded figure was never seen again,
But the world had swiftly and suddenly changed.
His services would surely once again be called upon,
Lest his deeds become ineffectual and his tale too soon forgotten.


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Unwavering hope, in the face a dead hole


All your thoughts are bullet points,
Shooting through our broken hearts;
And all our hearts are bullet proof,
When we are joined in a state of love, you can stay where you are.
You are stationless; we are unmoving and motionless,
In our ardent belief that you are becoming less and less.


Why can you not understand the evil that you are?
We are the innocent passer’s by, running in fear of your gun.
If all we are is soon to be gone and you our last red star,
Then I hope you have a peace of mind, a better life
And a way to cope before you are done and we are only found afar.


We are the innocence of youth, broken in two by people like you
And all you have is already ashes, broken pieces of war on classes.
War on man and woman kind;
War is all that is on your mind.


All we ask is please don't shoot;
Please don't let us end up like you,
With your braindead minds and lack of kind;
You have to hide, from your own cruel conscience.
Never let it be said that you are only subconscious,
Because here you stand in front of me now,
And all I ask is why and how?


Why take a life so easily?
And how are you so different from me?
For all I am is humane and helpless;
All you are is death and worthless.
Who decided to let you go?
What was the price of your worthless soul?
What is it that makes you think you are right?
You have no right to take a life.
So find a place of peace and leave it be.
Just leave; just leave and let us live in peace.


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Goodbye ***** (Reprise)


My sweetest angel, you are all that I need.
The only one to ever truly know me.
The only one to take the time to get inside.
The only one in whom I could confide.


So I'm writing to you to simply tell you
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.


You broke my heart, when you kissed me goodbye,
And every time I found out, you'd told me a lie
And every day of my life, that you’re not by my side.
I've no more tears left, because I've cried so many times.


So I'm writing to you to simply tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.


Thinking about you makes me breakdown and cry.
Thinking about those times, you kissed me goodbye.
I can't go on anymore, I wish I could die!
You took my heart and soul, now inside I've died.


So I'm writing to you to simply tell you,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.


I was a kid and you were my girl.
Thought we’d grow up and conquer the world.
Always believed that love conquers all;
Immature feelings between a boy and a girl.


Rushing through the years, never taking the time,
To say the words that I simply couldn't find.
To really make you believe,
That we were worth all the trying
And to simply appreciate,
The beauty in your smile.


So I'm writing to you to simply tell you
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.


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Natural Rhythm.


Hey Mr. Guitar, keep on strumming them strings.
Then play me a song that will keep us all moving.
Keep all of the ladies, just a shaking their thing;
That will keep everybody in the room dancing,
To the natural rhythm.


I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.


Bounce to the rhythm of all of the drums.
The drumbeat booms against your chorus of twiddling thumbs;
Demanding your attention at the top of their voice.
The low beat shriek, as we bang on the drums.


Come on everybody and dance to the beat;
The natural rhythm, that flows through you and me.
The invisible hand, that guides our every step,
Makes you bounce to the beat of every word that I have said.


I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.


Keep on banging the drum to the sound of my rhythm;
Keep on dancing and keep on giggling.
Keep on keeping it real, for the people in the street;
Keep on keeping it banging, to the funkiest beat.


You see I got this natural rhythm, that’s in all God’s men
And you also got the rhythm in your head, in your head.
‘Cause the rhythm of my rhyme, will drop right on time,
As long as the sun is shining and I'm feeling irie eyed;
As long as the bongo’s keep on banging in the smoky background,
As long as to be rich, means more than acting the clown.


You see the rich get the women, because to be rich is to be a ****
And this is the best way to get the women.
Flash a *** of cash at the latest one you think is pretty;
Tell her you are loaded and pay her the money.
Buy the woman you like; moneys all that you've got.
I'm happy being poor; it's freedom at no cost.


I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my head.
I’ve got a natural rhythm in my heart and soul;
I’ve got a natural rhythm as I lay here in your bed.


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Girls Names


Hope stands eternal.
Faith is still lost.
Charity helps the needy.
El Liberte counts the cost.


Sophia my darling, you are simply charming;
Whilst Vivienne Westwood, is rather alarming.
Ruby Tuesday; Have you met Wednesday?
*****-Anne’s Mary Jane is of the highest quality.


Victoria Skinny; isn’t she a funny yummy mummy.
Posh?  Oh gosh!  No she’s not.  She’s just interested in money.
Rosie! Oh **** you!  This was brand new!
Now I’ll have to go and get changed thanks to Little Blue.


Pixie, Poppy, Penny and Missy,
Every single one of them a Jane Doe – Missing.
Serial Killer Cathy waits…
For Rachel and her friends, to bring Uma to their graves.


Charlotte is a harlot;
Emmanuelle has blown a pilot.
Suki *****, while Pamela just likes to ****.
Demi is more than beautiful.
Holly is the curse of Christmas.
Go be jolly good Sally-Anne; get drunk and do a striptease.


Betty drives a Ford; insured of course.
While Jade is being a pain in the ******* ****!
Veronica of ****** and Marilyn are snorting coke.
Senorita Angelina knows how to satisfy a bloke.


Dannii, Kylie; Kylie, Dannii.
Whichever way you say it; it still equals ****.
Britney hit me, Christina slapped me
And I’m not telling you what Jennifer Low did.


Amy’s a drunk, she loves to whine.
Courtney’s a punk, like Skin Anansie.
To all the Girls who like to get high…
This is your final line…  It’s simply Divine.


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I Need Some Space To 'Think.'


You asked me to give you some space;
But in space no one hears you scream.
There's nobody out here with me
And there's nothing for me to see.


If I'm giving you space,
Does that mean I can't get with someone new?
I have to turn down the offer of love, while I'm waiting for you?
Look if you want your space, then you can have it without me;
I'm gonna leave you to have your space, to yourself, to think.


Keep on going through space, thinking I'll hang on for you.
Desperately awaiting your decision,
On if your mates allow you to,
Go out with me tomorrow
And let me shower you with gifts.
Well I'm afraid my space is now filled
And you've lost me; bye, bye, *****.


Come back I want you!  I've made up my mind.
Doh! Why you gotta keep spinning me a line?
You've already got me hooked; I'm just putty in your hands.
I was your man completely, do you understand?


Yes I'm sorry my love, I never meant to harm you;
I just needed time, to decide what to do.
Well Miss Independence, go tell all of your friends;
I need a woman who can think for herself and puts our love first.
I need someone who wants me completely,
Not just when she's not seeing her friends.
I need someone who wants me for me;
Not because I drive a Benz.


But I need you, I love you!
I'm sorry I asked for a little space.
Talk to the hand *****!  
Then see the look on my face.
I offered you my heart and soul
And you wanted time to think;
Ok times up for you and me.
You’re dumped!  
What do you think?


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Apparently


Apparently, I’m a woman’s man.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was her man.  Apparently…
Apparently, she gave a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was her only man.  Apparently…


Apparently, we were in love.  Apparently…
Apparently, she didn’t touch other drugs.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was meant to be for real.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was good enough.  Apparently…


Apparently, she wasn’t a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was good enough.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was beautiful.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was my girl.  Apparently…


Apparently, she wept real tears.  Apparently…
Apparently, we were going to be together for years.  Apparently…
Apparently, I should still give a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, I never did.  Apparently…


Apparently, is just for me.  Apparently…
Apparently, is there for everyone to see.  Apparently…
Apparently, I loved you.  Apparently…
Apparently, you loved me too.  Apparently…

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Word is


You have to write bad poetry to learn from your mistakes.
If you cannot think of anything to write right now…
Then wait.
Inspiration will find you and take over your spirit.
Just give it a second.  Try and you will feel it.


The immense wave of goodness, filling your soul with joy or anger.
Hold it in or let it go, but do not just let it pass you on by;
That would be called dropping a clanger.
You may never think of a better line,
So write like it’s the only poem you have ever written;
The best thing from your time.


This is no time for nonchalance.
Dive on in;
See what you can find beneath the surface.
Write it now or never word it.
The choice is yours.
I chose how to word this.


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Science


My chorus is silent;
My muse now a mute.
I choose non-violent to be unlike the news.
I gaze upon stars with knowledge gained and confusion.
I never did understand nuclear fusion.


The mad scientist creates black holes in his dreams.
Empty heads need filling with anything.
Learn to know the difference between hope and wrong.
School is out for summer and forever;
We were too busy going for a song.


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You set my heart on fire


You set my heart on fire.
You, are the only one that I desire.
Without you I am cold inside.
So do you want me or shall I just die?


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Time is running out.


I walk on egg shells, I got no carriage,
And I wait to see if you are Spanish,
Or Norwegian, or maybe,
You come from Japan; I await to see.


If that is the case and my future is in my hands,
I will love always and I will give you my thanks,
Because if destiny exists, there is a Princess
And true love, truly is, priceless.


I have tried my best; it’s time to confess,
That these are my words, my words for her
And love is my passion, with no guaranteed satisfaction,
But if I had things all my own way,
Baggy jeans would be back in fashion.


I would like to raise a nation of my own seedlings,
To become great thinkers, unlike me,
And they would always speak their minds freely,
And read other people’s poetry, from time to time;
I hope they read mine, I hope you like mine.


So if you are there, but I can’t see,
Then you need to take a big step forward,
Before I lose what makes me happy;
Before I leave you and everything else behind…
It’s getting harder and harder to rise from the blue…
I think it’s time to say goodbye.


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Two peas in a pod


Two peas in a pod, we are like a family.
Two peas in a pod, the better half of me.
Two peas in a pod, she gets the best of me,
Like nobody else ever did, has, could, or would, do you see?


We are like two separate halves and three dimensional.
Like two fast cars, we need our petrol.
Like two shooting stars, she is my place to go.
Like water getting cold, she is my lovely snow.
Like a bull and matador, we are a rodeo show
And there are no clown cars in sight, only hope and sorrow.


Opposites attract, but we are identical.
We share the same sign, it’s astrological.
It’s written in our stars, our love is monumental
And who am I to complain; I’m unconditional.


A rose and a Rosé, liquid state of mind.
A red and a white, sleepy and party time.
***** and coke, it’s nearly closing time, sigh,
So I will have to be her aspirin, come morning light.


The bandage to her sore, I need to be her cure.
The key to her door, I want to be inside the head of mi amor.
The curtain has finally been called.
Here comes the final line, it is the only way to say,
I never said we were one and the same.


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Years and years


Disposable memories lost with broken phones;
Praying for a little more light when I am all alone.
Wishing for a peaceful day, but that is not the way today will go.
I am lost upon a star of a dreamer mind of long ago.


Those days we had were only fleeting;
Gone too fast to remember the meeting,
Which changed our lives forever more.
Those painful days that left us broken down here on the floor.


Looking up and waiting, praying,
Saying anything to make things change;
But today is not for changing, so things remain the same.
I am but a child inside, a half-lived life, a moment in time,
Lost to the ether, floating high above;
Looking down upon myself for never being good enough,
To live the life I had in my hands.
I had the laughs but took no chance.


And now the hour has passed
And all I am left with is no way to turn back
And take the gift you gave to me;
Your endless love, your empathy,
Your courage in the face of fear,
Those years and years and years and years.


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Saudade


Your eyes tell a story of a beautiful sadness.
The passing of time will never lessen your beauty.
In a world with so much pain, you carry shoulders of the first blessed.
The anointed has held you next to her *****
And I can see a cutey.


Behind the clouds you peerlessly peer through.
No other ray of light could ever compare to you.
Divinity weeps as the mold is cast and then dashed
And smashed into pieces beyond all recognition.
Starting ignition…
Setting fire to the stone upon which my faith is rebuilt;
Occasionally I carry a heart with me up this hill.


I have been released from a night light prison
And through the prism from a raincloud I saw a star,
Taking a chance to take a shot in the dark,
Now forever I am with the wisdom of what you are.
A glistening ball of energetic love inside,
Bursting with electricity, thawing a heart of ice.


You would risk it all for the thrill of the fall,
So once more my amore,
We must to bed!  At once!
And then again for days without end…
Thank God it’s a bank holiday weekend.


And beneath the eruptions of mount Zeus in the winter,
The sound of the creaking and squeaking are linear,
Moving forwards and backwards along the timeline in time.
You have never been on the standard routine.
Take me on your magical mystery ride.


You are radiance.
You are beauty.
You are hidden.
Please open your heart just for me.


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Nicotime


I just wanna ******* cigarette,
I just wanna ******* smoke.
I just wanna ******* cigarette,
Before I have to quit my job.


I just wanna ******* cigarette,
I just wanna ******* smoke.
I just wanna ******* cigarette,
Because this place is a ******* joke.


I just wanna ******* cigarette,
I just wanna ******* smoke.
I just wanna ******* cigarette,
So I think I’m gonna go home.


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Mr Whoever Invented My Keyboard


The stupidest thing ever invented
Is the power button on my keyboard.


Hours and hours of smoking and playing, lost to a mistake.  
I knocked it off the bed and lost it all!
You’re joking!


Well I agree with you then,
This invention is ludicrous.
Hey Mr. Whoever-Invented-My-Keyboard!
You’re an ****!
So shove this keyboard back up yourself!


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Queen *****


There is only one Queen *****
And she knows who she is.
She could have been even more to me,
If fate hadn’t intervened.


Oh well, cele vie, my senorita she will never be.
Just a beautiful heart, hidden within.
But never hidden from friends,
Always love given to them,
From Queen *****.
My heart goes with you always.  I miss you Vic.


I have your photo on my wall, next to Eva,
You were both there when life was enjoyed,
Before I woke up from the dream.


Mostly forgotten now, but never you.
You shall always be remembered,
I want one day to introduce my wife to you,
To show her someone who knew me, when I was truly me,
Full of love for my Kryptonite;
I love you Vic.


I simply offer peace, love and empathy;
Remember love is the greatest of all things.
Much love to you Vicky.
You are always a good friend to me.


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The land that lies


Happy dancer, singing songs,
Knowing that the end will come;
But which is the end and which new beginnings?
Waiting on the end of the beginning, is this the beginning?
This all started a long, long time ago,
When I thought I was winning, but now I know.


Remove the light from around her;
It has no use in being my magnet.
Turn the music off, for I am empty
And she could only ever be tragic.
Dancing alone at the end of the night,
Crying in the morning as I lie.
She is only looking lost,
Whilst I am truly falling.
She has never even seen me,
She has not heard me calling.
She has never truly been searched for,
For I have no power to remove my walls.


Sad boy blues with water eyes,
Stares at happy dancer with such despise.
His dead eyes reveal no fury;
The hate is hidden, His jealousy forbidden,
But never silent, truly.


Maiden calling, watches them both and laughs.
She lives in her bubble head as she lies her way to bed
And all that she knows could be contained in a small paper bag.
Her mind could be printed onto the tiniest part of a pinhead,
If only she could remember to not forget;
Maybe she could be more than the worthless words never said.


These are the people at the bottom of the barrel.
Three for the price of none.
Take them and all those singing without knowing of Axl.
Take this rose to free my hands for the gun.
All these people seen through drunken eyes,
Bloodshot eyes see fools in disguise.
All that is left in this pit at night,
Is calling cards and fake profiles,
Lists of idiots with studied lies.
Unknown numbers for adulterous wives
And I am so tired…
I am so very tired.
So tired of people with crocodile cries in the night,
Over people who do not even matter,
So why do I lie?


Suicide is not a surprise when the truth is seen at last.
I have lived in your land of lies
And still you wonder why there is no turning back?
Once choice is made, love is no longer your slave,
For the beast has been released and is free.
Free to leave you behind, free to fly,
Free to find a place to hide
And when I am found there is no more left to say.
What more needs to be said to someone who walked away?


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One Impossible Dream.


Paint me a picture
And I’ll write you a story.
Follow this rock star
And I’ll lead you to glory.


Find the heroine and I’ll make you a hero.
Find me a time bomb and I’ll send it to zero.
Fetch me an atom and I’ll split it in three;
Find me a dreamer and I’ll buy them a dream.
Yeah!


Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.


Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come
Because the end is nigh!
Carpe Diem.


Come be my groupie, my lover, a quick ****;
Pick up two pom-poms and come dance with us.
Make me happy and I’ll break no promise to you.
Pick up the guitar and come play me a tune.


**** shallowness and let vanity die;
Kiss me quick, time is not on your side.
Do what you want to don’t let them bring you down;
There’s no time left to worry, about looking a clown.


Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.


Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come
Because the end is nigh!
Carpe Diem.


Live for today, for tomorrow you may die;
Experiment with life and learn how to fly.
High up above all the blind human beings;
The unprepared, pessimists, who are unwilling to believe.


Take a risk, fulfill a fantasy;
Try something new, truly become free;
From consequences and people’s looks.
We’re all about to die, so just don’t give a ****!


Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.
Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come.


Because the end is nigh!
Your time has come
Because the end is nigh!
Carpe Diem.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Loner


Some people just have to be alone,
Not all of us get to find love.
Not all of us can be happy,
Most of us will spend our lives miserable.


But I shall save you from my misery,
I won’t let you end up like me.
For I only bring peace, love and empathy;
Disguised as my love (inside is a disease).


A ball of confusion,
A web woven by the fallen;
The women of past, present and future;
All gang up to tell me I’m a loser.


So **** me please,
I beg for death.
I can’t have love,
So I would rather be dead.
Than live one more second
On this putrid Earth.


It disgusts me,
It sickens me,
I despise having to live in this world.


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My Ugly Face.


I can only look at myself, when my eyes are closed.
My ****** up eye, is no longer exposed.
No reflection repeating in the mirror.
With my eyes closed,
My beauty becomes all so much clearer.


Such peace can be seen,
After toking on my green;
But I must open my eyes
And see the real me.


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Another One About Depression.


Put on your happy face,
They don’t want to see the real you.
Stop looking so depressed,
We’re tired of hearing that you’re so blue.


Get over it, stop being so sad!
Look at the loser in the mirror and force yourself to laugh.
Oh poor little me, they took my self-esteem;
Isn’t life a funny old thing?


Stop pitying yourself, we don’t want to hear it;
For it’s getting rather old now, change the subject.
God?  Why the **** did you make him such a loser?
He’s so ******* depressing, wallowing in his self-pity filled ego.


We don’t need to hear what he has to say;
We’ve heard it all before.
Tell him to just get over it!
And stop being such a bore.
So his girl was a *****,
But he’s not even with her anymore.
**** him!  He can sit there and cry all he wants;
What the **** is he always so sad for?


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Head against a brick wall.


Mobile phones are like listening to a headache;
Women are obsessed, with a need to be fake.
What's going on, for ***** sake?
Go o'naturel; let me see your real face.


Show me you, not what you wish me to see.
Don't let your inhibitions, stop you being free.
I'm always here for you, if you ever need me;
But I'll never walk away, unless you ask me to leave.


I'll stand by your side, in the pouring rain
And I'll give you my coat, to keep you warm.
I don't mind being wet, if you’re happy and safe
And as long as you know, that I am all yours.


What can I do, to keep you with me?
Why must I let go, when I know you will leave?
How can you simply, walk out on me?
How can you not know that's it's you whom I need?


I just keep losing my mojo, somebody’s stolen my muse.
I left it in my pocket, now it's not there with you.
You took it as you left me, laying crying on the floor;
I ran after you, but in my face you slammed the door.
I lost a tooth and found a black eye
And the nurses never believed that I walked into a door.
That's because our love for each other, they never saw.


But please don't leave me, here all alone;
Don't let me be the one, who has to stare at his phone.
Awaiting your call, that will never come.
Say you still want me and need me and show me some love.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I Hate You, My Love



No longer together, in a world of madness;
Just sat alone, in my world of sadness.
So come with me, on this journey through life;
I'll enlighten your eyes and I'll open you mind.
Open your mind,
Open your mind,
Open your mind, to another kind.


Something new, old, bluesy or rocking;
Musically free, from you becoming damning.
Criticisms needed, if your work is wrong;
But you’re perfection in a glass, so I wrote you a poem.


Softly bang your head and break your neck;
Live a life of missed opportunities, but have no regrets.
Hold me in your arms, because I've become contagious;
Come die with me…nobody can save us.


And save us from what?  This living Hell?
Your perfumed body has begun to smell.
No longer the fresh smelling roses from Heaven;
You’re disgustingly *****, since you let me in.
No longer a ******, do you think they can tell?
Your mothers lead you to believe, you’re condemned to Hell.


I see through your eyes, as you describe what you see;
You've now become a part of me
And now I've let you, smoke my ****;
I've now shown you, all I need.


Everyday I'll write you a song;
Everyday the words will be wrong.
Everyday you'll see that you hate me;
Everyday we'll disagree.
Everyday I'll want to **** you;
Everyday you will **** me.
Everyday is a whole new day;
And everyday is wrong for me.
Everyday I kiss you with passion;
Everyday I get satisfaction.
Everyday we drift apart;
Everyday you break my heart.
Everyday I **** myself
And everyday I need your help.
Everyday you must die with me;
Everyday we must both believe.
So everyday let's both fall to the ground
And everyday the lyrics will crumble down.
Ashes to ashes and blunts to blunts;
Come die with me *****, you ******* ****!


I love you dearly, but I hate your guts;
You drive me crazy.  Completely nuts!
I'll love you forever, until I don't;
This is my suicide letter, now I have to go.


**** it I didn't go through with the plan;
Because of you *****, you held my hand
And told me that you understand
And told me that I'm your only man.


Can you not see how much I hate you?
Can you not see how much you hate me?
Why don't you believe, what I say is true?
Why are you here, when I told you to leave?


You’re a punk rocking beauty, but completely false.
You’re a grunge kissing psychopath, that I completely love.
I have to say I hate you, so I don't feel we’re too close;
But promise me Angel, you will never go.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Rokkstarr


There's no more love for the music,
I've sang since birth about this world.
Sang those love songs in my youth,
Now your love songs make me hurl.


**** Rock 'n' Roll and the bands you think are great!
**** the police and ******* all!
**** all those people that you hate!
**** Radio 1 and **** the world!


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing **** songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


Sell out tours and groupie ******.  
Life is great?  No life’s a bore.
Been here before and it was just the same.
Same old thing again and again.
Know what to expect, no more surprise’s;
No more excitement, no meaningful trophies.


It all means nothing, now we've been here so long;
The **** record label wants another song.
Which must be written, within the month;
We have a release date, so we can sell this stuff,
Before Christmas to the kids, because they’re our target audience;
The music that they want, they can get from their parents.
Because their parents know, that they just can't say "No.",
To a kid that wants something, as much as they will.


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing **** songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


To be a Rokkstarr, you'd think would be great.
But the songs you once loved, you begin to hate.
You sing them so much, it becomes a habit;
Until one day you say "That's it! I've had it!"


I'm tired of singing these songs;
The words have lost all their meaning.
I need something new, something I can believe in.
I need music to fall in love with, I need lyrics with a real meaning;
But my hope for all that's Rock, is a memory that's slowly fading.


Soon Rock will die and be gone;
Because new Rock bands come and go.
Soon there will no longer be any hype;
About a band you heard on the radio.


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing **** songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


You never know though I could be wrong.
Maybe soon I'll hear a song;
That will move me like 'Bohemian Rhapsody' did.
That will make me appreciate new music.


Here's hoping for the future,
For Rock to come back with a vengeance.
Remember your roots in a jam-packed moshpit?  
Remember the mindless violence?
Remember when you saw your girl through the crowd
And fell in love with her there and then?
That’s love for Rock music at its finest
And believe me it will come again.


Rock 'n' Roll's not dead and gone;
Now Rokkstarr means something great!
Now we sing these songs with passion;
Now sing these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on the stage;
After finding our love for Rock!
So let's all softly bang our heads and GET THE **** UP!


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Down-trodden


Here I am, the one it’s easy to detest;
Here I am, I’m simply trying to do my best.
Here I am, so give your flapping mouth a rest;
Here I am, in my pure, unforgiving, mosh pit.


So get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!


Because were only here, to sing a song to fat chicks;
We’re only here, to embrace the outcasts.
We’re only here, to annoy the beautiful people;
We only care about, the none vain first class,
Truly beautiful within, kids with no Dads;
Without a silver spoon childhood, to give you a helping hand.
The kids with no money, who appreciate it the most;
The kids who pick up guitars and write the songs that you love.


So get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!


Because we don’t care and neither should you.
We don’t care, that were not cool.
We don’t care, what they think about us;
Because we simply do not give a ****!


Head bang, heavy metal, be seen as pure evil;
Don’t care what they say, we’re always gonna be cool.
Flip your *******, at those who say that you’re a fool;
For they’re only scared of our primal rage gene pool!


So get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!

Get the **** up!
Get the **** up!
Get the **** up and rock your big ******* *** off!


So I wave goodbye,
To all of my fans.
So I wave goodbye,
To all those who danced.
So I wave goodbye,
To the chosen outcasts;
The one’s who simply, are first class.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

SCARED


SCARED of losing your place, SCARED of being pushed back.
SCARED of missing the bus, SCARED of getting the sack.
SCARED of your colleagues, SCARED of your boss.
SCARED of being late again, SCARED of losing your job.


SCARED of feeling the fool, SCARED of being a joke.
SCARED of being a loser, SCARED of what you just smoked.
SCARED of what was in it, SCARED of what you were given.
SCARED of what they gave you, SCARED of no longer living.


SCARED of not knowing;
SCARED of knowing too much.
SCARED of commitment;
SCARED of being able to trust.


SCARED of a horror movie, SCARED of spiders.
SCARED of not being beautiful, SCARED of what's inside us.
SCARED of being thought ugly, SCARED of being thought plain.
SCARED of being thought stupid, SCARED of trusting your brain.


SCARED of telling her, SCARED of her knowing.
SCARED of your feelings, SCARED of them showing.
SCARED of pain, SCARED of hurt.
SCARED of her, dishing the dirt.


SCARED of showing emotion, SCARED of crying.
SCARED of showing weakness, SCARED of dying.
SCARED of losing a pet, SCARED of losing a child.
SCARED of losing a loved one, SCARED of being too wild.
SCARED of the consequences, SCARED of what you might do.
SCARED of who you may harm, SCARED of them harming you.


SCARED of being a father, SCARED of being a mother.
SCARED of being cheated on, by your lover.


SCARED of being threatened, SCARED of being hit.
SCARED of pressing charges, SCARED no-one gives a ****.
SCARED of their reaction, SCARED of what they may do.
SCARED of them? Or SCARED of you?
SCARED of forgetting, SCARED of a lie.
SCARED of the judge, not being on your side.
SCARED of accusations, SCARED of being called a liar.
SCARED of them not being punished;
SCARED of getting any higher.


SCARED of being too happy, SCARED of always being sad.
SCARED of being optimistic, SCARED of feeling so bad.
SCARED of depression, SCARED of sadness.
SCARED of joy, SCARED of happiness.
SCARED of being so happy, you feel you can fly.
SCARED of losing your wings, SCARED of falling from the sky.
SCARED of being another Icarus,
SCARED of being another Moses.
SCARED of lying in a coffin, covered with roses.
SCARED of lying in the ground, SCARED of being buried alive.
SCARED to be like the stories, too SCARED to try.


SCARED of not being strong, SCARED of not being right.
SCARED of being proven wrong, SCARED of losing the fight.


SCARED of getting it wrong, SCARED of failing the exam.
SCARED of not getting in the army, SCARED of failing uncle Sam.
SCARED of being stabbed, SCARED of being shot.
SCARED of them taking, all that you've got.
SCARED of being held prisoner, SCARED of torture.
SCARED of dying in a war, SCARED of losing your only daughter.
SCARED of losing a sibling, SCARED of losing a friend.
SCARED of your parents, SCARED of them meeting their end.


SCARED of living forever, SCARED to death.
SCARED of the end, SCARED of taking your last breath.


SCARED of being a memory, SCARED of being forgot.
SCARED of nobody caring, SCARED of losing all you've got.
SCARED of losing your memory, SCARED of getting old.
SCARED of alzheimer’s, SCARED of being put in a home.


SCARED of being buried, SCARED of no one knowing your name.
SCARED of your wife dying, SCARED you'll forget her name.
SCARED of nobody being there, when you finally die.
SCARED of being cremated, SCARED of being burnt alive.
SCARED of being dissected, SCARED of being cut up.
SCARED of necrophilia, SCARED of that wooden box.


SCARED of being a fable, SCARED of being a myth.
SCARED of just being a story, SCARED you didn't exist.
SCARED of being made up, SCARED of not really being here.
SCARED of what you've been told;
SCARED of what you didn't hear.


SCARED of facing God, SCARED of having no answers.
SCARED of going to Hell, SCARED of having no more chances.



(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Addiction


Looked down upon and thought less of;
Truthfully I couldn’t give a ****.
Just give me the drugs and some inspiration;
I need a little intoxication.


Pour disease into my throat,
Let me have some alcohol.
Cleanse me of this demon inside,
Give me heart shaped drugs before I die.


Feed your addiction, have a smoke;
Nicotine, this stuff is no joke.
It’s deadly, it’s toxic, it will **** you for sure.
Yeah for sure, I believe you, come on man, I need it for this joint.


I don’t snort coke but I do, do lines;
I only inject to pass the time.
I’ve never actually been high;
Sorry, that was a blatant lie.


I need it to tell you, how I feel when I see you;
You’re beau…, ******* it, I can’t speak to you right now.
To hold you, to kiss you, to love you, to miss you.
I need to take an overdose, of tender loving care.


But I cannot tell you, for I am cursed by another;
Maybe a former lover, or a cheat and their lover.
Brain malfunction, mind destruction,
Conscious thoughts mixed by a subliminal corruption.


You paid the price for their life of vice;
Your divorced wife and fatherless child.
The boy on drugs, who came to no good,
Met a sticky end, when getting wasted with his friends.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Apocalyptic Death Music


Apocalyptic Death Music
Descending into madness


Running towards death
Begging for answers


**** us all in a flame of death!
But let us all have a little dance first


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

My Everything.


Your eyes are your soul,
Your secrets they hide.
I’m lying here dreaming,
That you are my wife.


I’m wondering why,
The tears must be cried.
For us to accept that,
We are lovers for life.


Can we not just agree, that you love me,
As much as I love you?
Can we agree to disagree?
I’d really like us to.


In fact I’d like us to wed,
I’d like to live with you until I am dead
And gone; but not forgotten,
A love like this must not be allowed to go rotten.


I’d like to say you’re beautiful,
But that is not enough.
I’d like to say I love you,
But that doesn’t do this feeling justice.
So instead I’ll simply say how I see it,
My love, my lover, my life, my everything.


You to me are beautiful, ****, gorgeous,
Fantastic in bed and all together worth it.
Passionate and hot, with a ***** mind.
Amazing to touch, but heartbreaking if I were blind.


For I could no longer look you in the eyes,
I could never see between your beautiful thighs.
I would never see your beautiful face,
But if I could still hold you, then anything I could take.


For hugging you is heavenly.
Kissing you is divine.
Lying in bed next to you is what I’ve waited for all my life.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

For your benefit.


Another rat inside a cage;
An experiment gone wrong.
So set me free, or **** your slave,
Or please just let me go.


I have my rage locked in a cage,
It’s ready to explode.
My teeth are razors and my claws are sharp,
My blood is running cold.


It’s scary here, they smell your fear,
They like to cause you pain.
It’s all so dark, I cry, I hurt;
Things will always be this way.


Entrapped by them to do as they wish.
My needs are ignored; I am unable to think,
Or do anything you take for granted.
Here they come again, time for another scraping.


Another patch where they took my skin.
Just chopped it off; did they think about me?
When they cut us up and then wait for us to die.
Give us exercise in a maze, then pour acid in our eyes.


Oh that smells nice.  It’s a new perfume.
I’m choking, I’m blind; what the Hell are you doing?
Experimenting?  I’m just a little mouse.
They chopped off my tail to make me less immense.


I’m too fat for them, so they starve me in my cage.
There are hundreds of us here; we know we won’t be saved.
We’re just to be used to help the human race.
So goodbye to life and happiness; come burn me once again.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Black Widow Spider.


Secrete your deceit, like a Black Widow Spider,
But I shall not become the husband you devour.
Your web I shall not become entombed in.
I have no wish to be mummified;
Do not try to keep me.


For you are wrong,
If you believe you are worthy of my love.
You’ve clearly become deranged, because of the drugs.
You’ve never even tried, to give me true love
And now I’ve simply had enough.


For my heart is huge and my love is endless,
Whilst your love is only ever temporary
And every promise you’ve made, you’ve broken it.


You say you’re flirtatious, you’re no longer a man eater,
But you sleep with any man who comes onto you
And you expect us to still be together?


Leave me now; go find all the ****** partners you want.
I shall go in search of my true love.
You can let them use your body, whilst you’re still young and easy,
But I need a woman, who is mature enough to get married.


She and I will have lots of ***, plus love and devotion,
Understanding, honesty, showing true emotions,
A closeness, a fondness, completely knowing each other,
Someone to hold hands with, someone to truly explore,
In every way imaginable.


And you my Black Widow Spider?
Well, occasionally you’ll go and get ******.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

England Made Me Proud


Black Box Recorder bring my world into order.
Such sorrowful tales of a brain melting disorder.
Girls crying tears of pure love broken;
Pure love snatched from beneath the truth that was spoken.


Promises of death upon exit from this;
This relationship, this world naturally exists.
A natural instinct for survival,
Disposed of like a clam of lust, lead to suicidal.


Cover songs sing of stardom,
Taken from the foolish, naïve generation.
Pop star T.V. is pure pop trite to me,
So give me death inside of my misery.


Hang our souls out to dry on the line,
There is nothing to risk, in this little light of mine.
This life of mine shall shine upon her,
Heavenly words of pain, death, love and being reborn.


Someone out there spoke of love;
Black Box Recorder speak of death.
I shall only tell her, I love you like I love my drugs
And Heaven can be heard in your dying words…your last breath.


You spit out your soul and give it your all,
In such serenely spoken words for the condemned.
With a soul like hers, I could build a star with these *****,
For she is just like me, destroyed, by everything.


Life is unfair!  **** yourself or get over it.
You have blonde hair, but I still love you.
Life is unfair!  **** yourself or get over it.
You have the look of love too.


So I killed myself, oh ****…
Or did I just get over it?
I think I shall **** us all,
Because I just don’t give a ****!


You don’t mean a thing to a Prince like me,
For my vocabulary shall give me the freedom I seek.
Bring me death, buried deep in a time capsule.
Let me be buried later in life, for I am no fool.


I must stay alive to discover my lover,
My destiny chosen singer of death, my other;
Half of this star is a bright flash of brilliance.
My half is as black as your soul, it is simply magnificent.


Love will **** you again and again,
But resurrection will save the day.
Suffer more pain, again and again,
Just so we can once more meet and find our way.


Let us journey together forever, but separately,
Let me show you how much this angel means to me.
Let Black Box Recorder remember everything I speak,
For my soul belongs to you, for you set my words free.



(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

For One Night Only


Well here we are again in our local pub;
We see the same old people and we are almost drunk.
We laugh and dance and we clap our hands,
Because some fool has gone and dropped his glass.


Life's forever changing, but everything's the same.
Why can't things be easier?  Why must we play these games?


I'm standing by the exit, because I'm ready to leave;
Just waiting on a friend, he's still got to finish his drink.
Chatting about crap, that we will soon forget;
I just wanna go back home and collapse in my bed.


She's walking through the club, with two drinks in her hands;
She's looking right at me, I just don't understand.
She said her name was Kay and asked if I'd like to dance;
That night she broke my heart and my dreams of romance.
That night we kissed and did other things;
I thought we were making love.
I don't know if it's the effects of the drink,
Or just the effects of the drugs.


Life's forever changing, but everything's the same,
Why can't things be easier?  Why must we play these games?


But what of the morning after?
She kicked me out of her bed
And told me not to call her.
"I'll call you" she said.
A year has passed and still no call;
My finest night, to her meant nothing at all.


Life's forever changing, but everything's the same,
Why can't things be easier?  Why must we play these games?


Walking home one day in the summer heat;
I turn around the corner and who should I meet?
It's Kay, she's here, how do you do?
You know what? I was just thinking of you.
Would you like, to go some place with me?
We could have a drink, or maybe something to eat.
You could tell me why, you didn't want me;
You could tell me why, I'm for one night only.


I'm so sorry, can we just be friends?
I can't go out with you, you've turned me into a lesbian.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Broken Heart Club.


I came to see you yesterday;
There were drunken degenerates outside your place.
I got nervous, I'm afraid to say;
I'll come back tomorrow and try again.


I had an epiphany, a realisation;
Why must I struggle to come see you?
Why can't we change the situation?
What do you say, shall we live together?
Stay together as one person, forever and ever?


I love you completely, I'm infatuated,
Please tell me you feel the same way,
I don't want to feel deflated.
Let down by you, the one person that shouldn't;
Because our love is eternal, I'd still want you even if I couldn't.


I want to hold you in my arms, knowing you truly love me;
Because I'm obsessed by your beauty and personality.
Head over heels, wearing rose tinted glasses.
We could teach lessons to students, 'The How to Love' classes.


Wedded in white, the ****** bride;
Not in today’s society, they lose it as a child.
Make a promise to each other to stay together;
Until death does us part; or you’re bored of each other.


I'd like you to meet my Wife; oh you met her last week?
Yeah, she was stripping in that club,
She's got a nice pair of (Bleep).
Sorry didn't you know, that your girl is a **?
The boys down the pub have all had a go.


Walk away and I stumble, I need your belief;
You take away my breath, I need an Iron Lung to breathe.
Everyone comes and goes, but no-one really knows.
When you found me, I looked deep inside, at a picture of my soul.
There was a picture of me smiling, I felt good inside;
But the truth will out and now my heart has just died.


You’re getting too close, get out of my bubble,
What is this love thing?  Why does it cause so much trouble?
Your love is a hemorrhage; it's bad to the taste.
I gave you my heart and my soul.  Oh my dear, what a waste.
You threw it in the bin, like it was yesterday’s news;
As you met the man you loved, who would have knew?


I really didn't, I stupidly thought you loved me;
I must really be a loser, for I lost all I need.
You my love, you were the one for me.
But true love?  Now I'm not so sure; I no longer believe.


We were happy once, before all this happened.
You loved me once, before you loved him.
But why did you marry me and then do something like this?
I will always love you dearly;
Yet at the same time know you’re a *****.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

What I love


Your soul is within your eyes.
The colour, the pupil, the lens to focus the light.  
Your visions are put together like a family photograph.
Click!  You stole my soul through your camera lens.
Give it back!  


I’m no Demon;
I am Human-e, that is for certain,
Because if I had the power to change the world for the better,
We would all live in paradise, forever and ever.


I would make every Human marry their equal
And a self-destruction button would be activated,
If they were ever unfaithful.
Spontaneous combustions like stars falling to the ground.
Everyone is guilty; everybody cheats love if they are fooling around.
So I would be the last man standing,
Before you my love, speaking the truth; being genuine.


Please accept that you are all that I need.
If at the moment you feel differently,
It doesn’t mean you should just ignore my true feelings.


Yes it is possible someone loves more than you do.
No it is impossible for me to cheat on you.


Leave you I will, if I think you have strayed.
Wait for proof?  Never again.
Drove me insane, it did for sure;
So I cannot be your *****.
Use another body; anybody.
Just please do not use mine.
My broken heart stares up sadly, at my broken mind.


My soul is shattered!
I…
I love…
I love y…

It doesn’t matter…

…what I love.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

In search of love


Through barren wastelands my heart does travel,
In search of my salvation.
No guiding star can this boy see, to lead me to gratification.
Only mortals can be seen, through the eyes of this human,
No angel light shall bring me warmth,
Until we shall meet in Heaven.


The self confessed, underdressed,
Peasant marching to his death.
Fate has ruled my destiny, shall be spent alone,
Until I am truly worthy, of once again being loved.
Another attempt, to not **** things up,
Another attempt at this feeling called love.


I wish I could tell you how I feel,
But I don’t think you’d be interested.
I wish I could convince you my feelings are real,
And I’m more than infatuated.


I think you’re beautiful and out of my league,
But I think we could love each other, so what do you say?
Would you like to go out for a drink with me,
Or am I kidding myself?
If you could find me attractive;
Maybe I could leave this living Hell.


The fire rages through my soul and burns away my every dream.
My world shall always remain cold, whilst this King has no Queen.


Do you want me?  Tell me you do.
Then I can shower you with love.
Do you want me?  You know I want you.
I’ll give you my heart, but please never break my trust.


No man can stop time,
No day is picture perfect.
No love is always good for you,
No matter how much you make it.


But we could make love,
Be loved
And love.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Little baby nothing


Momma nothing, your baby has got the blues.
These tears I weep are the only way I can speak with you.
Little empty of feelings, little crazy days in Hell,
For little baby, waiting for an angel, to help me clean myself.


Couldn’t find the words to speak,
‘Take this dummy out of my mouth.’
Pacify your little baby nothing;
Oh my Goddess, why can’t you help me out?


Silence breaks the screaming; nothing left to shout about,
Or let out.
Full of gas.  A giggle laugh.
All these things which I am scheming;
Got to find a way to indulge the doubt and the dreaming.


I couldn’t face another half-truth.
I cannot tell the lies from how I should feel.
I couldn’t cover my feelings, bruised.
I’m falling into myself with no way to heal.


Another soiled ***** removes the smile from my face.
Another bib full of happy pictures.
I can only eat if I become a runway.
Flashing camera blinds my eyes, I’m lost, I need her!
The Manics blow my little ear drums.
My mood changes with every tear;
Isn’t life such fun!


I cry for I have no human language,
That I can use to explain to giants.
This is no fun, satisfaction impatience;
I have been waiting for a year!
Why does mommy not come to me?
I wish I didn’t disappear.


Little baby, nothing left to say,
Beneath the blues mid-winter.
Tired of singing lullabies,
This hobbit needs another dinner.


You love us,
But you love us,
But you love us,
But you love us.
Do you love us?


Little baby nothing doesn’t lend a hand.
Little baby nothing just can’t understand,
Post-natal, post-partum,
Post-modernism epiphanies.


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Viva la morning sun


Midnight, dark night, no light, can’t go.
So dark, so quiet, so I guess the neighbours are not home.
Waiting for sleep to arrive, but it never does on time.
Still waiting to permanently close my eyes;
But match sticks under baggy eye lids,
Will not show me the peaceful dreams I need to find.


Brain storms while outside it is silent.
Not a raindrop in the air.
Sun will rise shortly, as will the neighbours;
They all arise without a care.
I will hear their alarms and the beeping of their cars
And each and every door they all slam, *******!


Muffled music drives away and I am left with clinking milk bottles.
How I hate to hear the milk man moving in full throttle.
The bin men arrive flashing their ‘vehicle is reversing’ lights.
I close my eyes, but they peek around the curtain…sigh.
People are busy nattering and I am left sinking;
There is no calling for the postman singing.
The birds have not even got their song books out yet,
Because there is too much noise, for all their rehearsing.


Now I arise from the deep pit in which I dwell.
The zombie arisen, the power button pressed, another day of Hell.
In a state of half-dress the violins begin,
Quietly at first, but soon a full orchestra of noise;
A cup of tea is soon ready to drink.
This symphony would wake the whole neighbourhood,
If it wasn’t for all the toys and work, which mean they are already up.


The din would be said to be deafening, ironic,
If I cared to hear those muggles out there, but today is supersonic
And the strings are rising up to the top of the planet,
And I am drifting within the music’s magic.


I am taken away to a classical age,
Where maidens play while in-waiting in castles.
The beer is served in tankards,
Meat ripped with fists and soldiers prepare for battle.
This warrior mind has no strength for a Queen,
The zenith passed, the air up here is so clean
And now the end of the song approaches
And with a whimper, I remember, the line of forgotten roaches…


I raise to my height, now at full length, a citizen.
Viva la revolution!  I am at one with creation.
Hello Earth and morning sun!
Let me feel your warmth…my morning divine, my elation.


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1+2 does not mean free.


Why must beauty already be gone?
Why must love be a sad, sad song?
Why do I keep on falling for the wrong one?
Why did I not meet you, before you tried that ring on?


Love is stupendous!  And stupidly stupid.
Thanks a lot Cupid, look who you stuck me with.
Did you miss-fire or was this all planned?
Stupid Cupid, stupid arrow,
Stuck through the one who already has a man.


Narrow boats float side by side,
Along the river and into the blue.
Pictures painted from the bank only ever show two,
But under the clock more are seen,
And the one that was one, hopefully to become two,
Was eventually seen to be only a possibility of three.


Water shore, climb out of bed,
Forget the thoughts of dread that leave me dead.
Inside no heartbeat; beating myself up.
Another drug gone; lost to love.


A rainbow shone from inside those eyes,
And those lips they spoke of heat;
But worthless was the truth, which stood in front of the lies,
Because they have already met someone to love
And I have no interest in becoming a three.


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This is my Blood Bowl.


Thank you Games Workshop for giving us Blood Bowl;
I’ve played it all my life and I’ve completely re-written the rules.
It allows my imagination to run wild carrying a sword,
Attacking all sorts of creatures, whilst playing American Football.
It has magic, magic items and you may think it’s just for kids;
But without Blood Bowl,
I wouldn’t have imagined half of the things that I did.


People need a release from the real world;
Mine is found on a football pitch in the game of Blood Bowl.
People cheat, steal and bribe referees and do almost anything.
If you give this game to your kid,
They could imagine the impossible
And some day, maybe, write random poetry like me!  He, he.


…And now down to the pitch to see the kickoff!...


The humans line up against the bad boy orcs;
The dwarfs and elves are in support.
Chaos lords and chaos spawn (twisted creatures);
Rain down pain and death on the undead and the living.


The undead walk slowly, the goblins flee!
Rat Ogres and trolls are invading the pitch!
The referee blows his whistle to send the giant off!
The deadly dark elves chop the referee’s up with chainsaws,
Or use swords and axes, grenades and clubs.
They are all fighting to win the B.B.C. cup.


The Blood Bowl Championship;
It’s like the NFL Superbowl trophy.
I’ve made leagues and cups
And every single thing possible, just for fun; just for me.


The Official Blood Bowl Organization,
Try to make all weapons illegal, but oh no, no, no!
This is the sport of death!  
This is Blood Bowl!


Use spells and magic items and cause suffering;
The tiny snotling is beaten by the little Halfling.
The ***** in there somewhere, though nobody cares;
The Beastmen are just here to fight,
Whilst the gnomes laugh at the high elves hair.
Such pampered fools, in love with themselves;
Vanity and self-love?  That must be the elves.


Here comes a chaos dwarf, driving a steam roller;
He flattens the Fimir and another vampire.
The zombies are clueless and one fumbles the ball,
Before he is decapitated, by the Reikland Reavers’ Mighty Zug!


The ghoul’s are hungry for blood;
Here come the orks, the band of goffs.
Crazy *** gitz, just having a laugh.
Here are the sneaky Skaven to stab someone in the back.


Amazonian women are running around screaming,
Like the banshee’s and all sorts of scary demons.
The Sisters of Battle are from the future;
A bear charges at a Treeman and look!  There’s a little Gnoblar.


Giant bats, giant snails, giant rats and giant eagles,
Giant leeches, giant frogs, giant spiders and giant scorpions.
The norse are Vikings, (ranked titles include kings);
There’s a termagant from the year 40,000 and something.
There are space marines, and space wolf marines,
All armed to the teeth with weapons.


The genestealer’s steal genes to make new creatures/weapons;
There are evil gnomes, evil ewoks, ewoks and evil Treemen.
Lesser demons fight lesser goblins and run from the Lictor!
The werebear’s and werewolves fight the wolves and Saurus creatures.
There is no victor.


The skinks fire poisoned blowpipes at the Large beasts & minions.
Chaos Halflings beat up people on camels and horses
And they beat up Khemri with anything.
Mummies climb out of their crypts to bring death to the mutants;
The slayers are here to bring down the mighty bone giants.


The noble Brettonians see Blue and Pink Horrors running around;
Tyranids, Tyranid warriors and tyrants send people underground.
Dead now in this game of Blood Bowl; the game of death!
Witch elves are being hunted by Witch Hunters;
There’s only three left.


To the right is a Zoat fighting a huge Yeti.
A chaos human rides a chaos horse; look out Goddess Betty.
Greater demons bring down Griffons and **** the crazy monkeys;
The mushlings and snotrooms are simply fleeing and screaming.


Skeletons on skeletal horses, fight salamanders and satyrs.
Jabberwocks and Juggernauts,
Destroy Hydra’s with the Hydra’s own fire.
Chaos Warriors and Chaos human cowboys, slug it out with Gods;
Norse dwarves fight Nurgles rotter’s and nurgling’s fight ogres.


The slann were the originators of the game of Blood Bowl;
The Ushabti Tomb Kings come from Khemri to fight the robotic Tau.
Vostroyan drunks are fighting with Wood elves.
Oh my God!  That troglodyte really does smell!


Warhounds race Gladehounds and cyborg’s fight cyboar’s;
Big cats include tigers and lions, so we must quickly carry on.
A carrion is an undead bird and they are ****** huge!
The imperial guard are like the rebels in Terminator;
They are humans.


Kroxigor’s smash boney clubs & break Kroot’s predator-like heads;
Kislevite Horsemen and Cowboy’s ride horses onto the pitch.
Night goblin’s and forest goblin’s steal from all including the Eldar.
They are elves of the future and there are chaos space marines…

They have travelled far.


Every creature has come to take part in this game of football.
Its American football with death included; it’s so much fun!
Harpy fly above Haradhrim as a Necron breaks his own jaw;
He fell over when dodging the tomb scorpion’s claw.


Thrall and Wights march to battle on the pitch against the living;
Undead champions are leaders of death
And the minotaur’s eat the dead.  
Nobody knows who is winning.
Chimera and other daemonic beasts are really tough to ****, I see;
But that boar just exploded, thanks to the grenade…
Bye life, hello death; he, he.


Elementals are like Gods of earth, wind, water and fire.
Dragon ogres are going to **** anything that gets in their way!
Dreadnoughts are made to ****; there’s a wolf!
This undead one’s dire.
Dryad are small Treemen; there are some Elite Skaven!
Open fire!


Savage orcs fight sea elves as squig hopper’s bounce past randomly.
Ungor’s are little Beastmen, but there are still quite deadly.
Manticores destroy lizardmen and there’s a blood-soaked cold one.
Bull centaur’s charge at black orc’s,
Who are ganging up with a chaos champion.


Centaurs crash into carnosaur’s,
As Dark eldar fly down from their space ships.
Hobgoblins can’t be trusted; the thieving gits!
Orc leaders are warlords, bosses and big bosses too;
The Redemptionists are the priest from aliens 3 or aliens 2.
Whichever I can’t remember and haven’t got time to look;
Oh yeah let’s watch the game again and see who has got the ball.


Golem!  (phlegm!)  Golem!  No; not that one!
These golems are Flesh golem’s and some are made of stone.
They are creature of magic and are here to smack some heads;
And this is the end of the poem…

Dedicated to Games workshop (thank you) and the sport of death!


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Lighter Side of Hell


Pain is just a word and you shall get your just desserts,
If you can survive this Earth and all it has to tell.
The vision, the touch, the noise, the smell.
The feeling of injustice…
The lighter side of Hell.


Heaven is a nice idea, but I live here on Earth,
Down in the dirt, with the slugs and the worms.
Amongst the filth, disease and corruption;
The insane, the missing, the distorted failed abortions.


The man with 666, nailed to the crucifix,
Next to his nemesis; your Jesus,
Invites you all to a red meat banquet,
At the Hell Hotel; oh, you’ve got to make it.


The cannibal course,
The devilish desserts.
All inclusive of course;
Come feed your thirst.


The dancing flames and women in leather;
A servant of Satan, forever and ever.
The dead shall walk the Earth and Heaven too.
If the Master only had his way,
The head would be served unto you.


It’s not too bad, down here in Hell,
Once you get past the blood and that God awful smell.
But humans are messy, they spill everywhere;
Our staff are at hand, always happy to help.


A stretch is it Sir?  Very well don’t scream too loud;
Our reputation precedes us, we really are quite proud.
We don’t just torture, for the sake of torture.
We’re organised, we have a union;
You are either in or you are out.


The fires quite cosy, when you are not getting burnt;
Those tricksy little devils, when will they learn?
Occasional stabbings and whippings and things,
They’re a part of the experience; come on now, it’s your turn.


Enjoy the lighter side of Hell,
For it is only the beginning of time.
Remember the lighter side of Hell,
Because soon you will be praying for the end of time.


Because Hell has a dark side, a pit of hopelessness;
A place to punish you, to leave you helpless.
Such pain and brutality, I salute you, good luck!
You’re gonna need it my friend, because the truth is…
You’re ******!


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Be true to yourself


If your poetry is true to yourself,
Then you do not need to worry about anyone else.  
They will have their opinion.  They are entitled to that;
But they can never take away from you, the feelings that you have.


They are yours and yours alone,
But sometimes others may have them too.
Share your thoughts with the rest of the world
And you might make a connection, where you never expected to.


Be real in the words that you choose to use,
But rule nothing out; the world is your oyster.
Do what you believe is the right thing to do;
I chose to start writing poetry
And I am trying hard to not become a babbler.


Words are not perfectly set in stone;
Language moves forward, it evolves, so say what you want.
Some will hate the fact you use the language of phones;
But others will say *** is wrong with that?  ***.


Realism is a thing we should all strive for;
Speak the truth in metaphors.

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Parents – They mess you up


Choices – let me make them.
All your voices I can only condemn.
Knowledge is wasted on your youth,
When all you tell me is what to do.


Choices – I choose to ignore,
All your advice because I listened before.
All I now own are things I hate;
All those choices I wanted to make,
But you corrupted my every independent thought
And all those things I bought for me were yours.


Choices – do parents ever let up?
All those opinions masked as love
And yeah it may all be from a good place,
But now every single miserable day I have to see my miserable face,
In the cheapest looking mirror known to man
And stockpiles of soap for one face and two hands.


Oh my God!  They know not what they do!
These people I love have not got a clue!
Give me a choice and hear my voice,
My will a tortoise unwilling to move in case of upset,
But please, oh please, get out of my head
And replace the terrible bed you advised me to buy.
I hate it so much I just want to cry!
I have to sleep on the sofa now,
Because on that stone I can no longer lie.


So hear my truth, I do love you,
But if hate your choices for what I should do
And all the extra bits of food which I do not need!
Please!  Stop giving it all to me!
It all just goes straight in the bin,
Because I never asked for this!
Why the Hell do you think I have a shopping list?


I hate the way you are so bothered about money.
Let me enjoy it, it could be funny,
To do something fun and waste cash on that.
How the Hell would I know?  You never gave me a chance.


I’m sick of working hard to make my money,
Just to have you spend it for me.
I’m sure there are other things I hate,
But it’s getting late, so I will sleep in the bed I made…

Not the one you made me buy.


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Trust In Me.


What is love, but a leap of faith?
To open yourself completely and risk feeling this pain.
To let someone hold, a metaphoric pistol to your brain,
To let them have the power, to ruin you today.


For you to feel like this, I do not wish
And to say I can heal you, would be like ******* in the wind.
For I cannot cure, your lack of trust,
Only try my best, not to break my promise.


Have faith in me and I’ll have faith in you,
Have faith in no-one and you shall always be alone.
Try your best to trust, even though it’s hard to do,
For maybe I will feel love as you do,
The solid oath that should not be broken.


Others have done you wrong and not kept their word,
But I too have felt the agony, of a broken vow.
These words I am sure, you have already heard,
But my heart I offer to you, as a sacrifice now.


The risk is so high, because the rewards could be endless,
Truly alive could you become, you could find your Heaven.
You could get all you want,
With this person if you could just find your confidence.
You must truly be able to trust them, for you to find love again.


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Slave to damnation


I am a slave to the sound of Audioslave;
I am simply here to say they are great!
Chilled out, rocking loud, slam those drums!
******* hit a **** and just dance a little more.


Slide it on down to the lowest decibel possible.
It’s time to rock, so come on now people!
Let all slowly bang our ******* heads!
It’s time to rock!  We are the living dead!


So every single one of you out there in Wonderland;
It’s time to get down with this funky *** band.
I am a slave to damnation;
I am a slave to Audioslave.
I’m a one way, last ever, concert ticket;
The last show on Earth, the end of days.


Speeding down the freeway with the cops behind us;
They cannot keep up and they know we just don’t give a ****!
150 on the speedometer, it’s time to die in flames!
Welcome to your Hell my friend;
Wave goodbye to your broken life, broken heart
And broken early grave.


Slave to audio…Audioslave.



(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Flatulence breeds laughter


Come smile with me, as I sing you a song;
About God's little gift, to every man.
For we all like to laugh and forget all our worries
And we all like to laugh, whenever we can.


At a worldwide problem which just can't be solved;
Of epidemic proportions, it affects us all.
It's the funniest thing known, but embarrassing too;
But the louder the funnier, as long as it's not you.


It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****.
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart.


It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****.
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, lahh!


Who dropped that off?  Who left us a present?
Who smells that bad?  Come on! Who the Hell is it?
******* that's bad, something smells like it's died.
You filled my lungs with a sickness, you brought a tear to my eye;
You made me wish I was a dog and I had no nose,
Then when you'd tell them of my story,
They'd say how does he smell?
(shout) AWFUL!


It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****,
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number written straight from the heart.
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
It's a stinky little number and it came from my ****,
It's flatulence! It's one big ****!
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la,
La, lahh!


Well it's time to end this song,
With no more bad **** jokes in sight.
It's time to wander on,
With just a trumpety, trump; goodnight.


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Nothing is all I have become


I am resigned, to having no design, because I am not high right now,
So I cannot remember how I used to float inside a cloud.
But back in the day, sometimes I was up there, sometimes down;
But I could never find my way out,
Because I only ever seemed to drown.


I wallowed in a sea of my own self-induced misery;
Life just carried me along, because I allowed it to take me.
I was trapped,
By a constant lack,
Of money or activity.


I just sat there alone, toking on the ****,
But now I have cleared my head of those times I forget.
I will not remember, because that’s just a page in my story
And the chapter about regret, I have already read.


So I will paint it black, like they said in that song;
How can I be smiling, when everything is wrong?
I am a miserable ***, who couldn’t give a ****!
About a thing I could not change,
Because it will still remain the same.


So why waste my time inside a head of self-doubt?
When I could be dreaming of escaping…
One day I will find a way out.


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Sleepy


I’m counting sheep because there’s nothing for me to do,
Except watch repeats on TV of nothing new.
It’s the same old ****, but I still watch all of it,
Between the fifteen million adverts I’m forced to see.


Dreams are made of memories,
Premonitions and science fiction,
Fantasies and broken thoughts;
All the things you have been taught.


Arguments and contradictions,
Lies, deceit, truth, corruption.
Crazy thoughts inside my head.
Goodbye now, I’m tired, let me lay down to rest.


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