Gold is your soul


The drive there will be boring.
The arrival so momentous!
The disappointing greeters;
The sights not quite as expected.
The smell at times will be rancid.
The art of it all will be lost.
They will say “Welcome to The City of Romance!”
As you sip your hot coffee, whilst you worry about the cost,
Or getting lost…


…as you take in the views you will realise you have been left behind.
Nobody said anything; you were forgotten, not for the first time.
So you rush off to find the tail at the back of the line
And as you return to the flock, unnoticed by all except one,
You will relax once more and at last notice the sunshine…


…the noise of it all will not be music to your ears.
The occasional cliché will ride by unknown to you,
As you are so deeply engrossed in your list of fears,
Of not being what they expect you to be;
Or not enjoying or appreciating what they did;
Or not feeling what they expect you to feel…
What exactly is it this place is meant to make you feel?


Your heart will sink, as you begrudgingly sip your cold coffee drink
And the clouds will arrive overhead.  Merci!
Others will continue to talk,
As you walk hand in hand with your silence,
Through all the streets
And all the halls
And all the endless corridors,
Until you have nothing left…


…as you pass through the musicians like the spirit of winter,
All the accordion’s and violins will call out “Come back!”
Your soul will only paint a black and white photo,
Of a woman alone, in the cold of the night, street lights shining black.
Smoke rising from her cigarette holder and aging her beauty,
Death is called The Taker.
She smiles as The Joker;
She has become The Wrinkler.
Now her make up is running,
Her lipstick has been smeared,
You are staring into the reflection of a puddle,
With frizzy hair all around you,
Wishing just one person,
Somebody!
Anybody!
Was near.


All you will hear are the tears in their voices,
As they whisper their stories; their stories of love,
From beneath the branches of the boulevard of broken dreams.
All you will hear are the peace breaking shouts and screams
And the sound of old cars as their tires screech.
Real people in a real place with their own busy lives to lead.
This is not the Disneyland you imagined;
This is no place you asked to be.
Lost is the face of the love you hoped to meet.
Where do you find your own Rene?


At long last you arrive at the galleries
And further still will ride the disappointment,
As the Mona does not affect you, as they say “It does!”
But it doesn’t.
You think it is nice.  They will say “It is magnifique!”
You don’t think it is…
And you will continue as they speak only ‘their mind’;
Still never speaking, you casually pass on by
And leave Mona to all the tourists.
You are the only purist.


You will not speak your truth because the truth is not heard.
All they hear are ‘their words’.
‘Their words’, without the feeling;
Just ‘their words’, without the hearing,
Which have all been said a thousand times or more before.
There is no more original…
Thought…


But then as you sit there alone eating a beget you brought for lunch,
You will at last find some peace and quiet.
Everyone else will have gone away to discover their own loves;
Their pictures within pictures,
Which they will all duplicate;
So trying.
Second rate, after second rate, after second rate,
But wait!…


…you put your food down, eyes glued to the image ahead.
You will rise to your feet, you will squint your eyes,
Just to be sure; just to be questionless.
But you will still be unable to truly see,
So forwards you will go.
Forwards into the unknown;
Carried along on feet of uncertainty.


Only video eyes watching you forget your phone.
It could have been stolen!
But it rests next to the broken bread.
All concerns have evaporated;
Shot away from your apple head,
For you have seen something nobody else has ever seen,
Within the lines of a Rene Magritte painting
And it is yours.


This moment,
This time,
This feeling has left you agog!
Unable to write anything without consequence in an artificial blog.
Unable to use the What’s-app-messenger-application,
For you have become lost in the spirit of the master craftsman
And the muses in your head are all a-dance!
And chants can be heard, so you pick up your chalk.
Go on take a chance!


So with metamorphosis and the possession of your artistic soul,
You create your own master piece…

…as the silent smiles cast their eyes over its beauty,
You simply say its name is,
‘Gold is your soul.’
It is the perfect reminder of that which you wished to know…

Aren’t you glad you went?
Tell me, what did you see?


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Water monkeys


Monkeys jump on all the rocks
And as the water flows, neither can stop
Because like water, the monkey knows,
That if it stops, it will be gone.
The water would evaporate
And if the monkey slips, it would be too late.


The water monkey is clean at heart.
In deepest rivers it would fall so far,
That it would never see life again;
But in the stream it can happily play all day.


So without fear the monkey leaps!
And into the stream it splashes with a scream.
A yell of delight, under scorching sunlight;
A place to relax, just like,
The hot spring Snow Monkeys do,
Under the moonlight.


Their sauna home in a place so cold,
Is Pleasantville, to the monkey mind.
A place to go and chill,
When you want a place to hide; or you need a place to go.
The hot spring pools over which there falls endless flakes of snow.
It falls down onto their heads and their ears,
But the monkey does not mind,
For they are relaxing in the hot pools,
Like they have done for many a year.


No enemies in this place of peace,
But the river monkey does not know of a peace like this,
So as he splashes in his streams,
He keeps his head above the water,
Listening out for any enemies.


This is a tale about some water monkeys…
The water monkeys I have seen, on my T.V.


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(...), Oh (...)


(...), oh (...),
You are everything to me.
(...), oh (...),
You have my love eternally.
(...), oh (...),
You gave me my security
And you made my heart complete.


Your every kiss is the sweetest thing,
Your face is an ocean of serenity.
Your eyes are seas, in which I'd love to swim.
My love I adore you,
You are my woman, my Queen.


You amaze me my love, for you are so beautiful.
Some people light up a room, whilst you light up the world.
It's hard to comprehend, that you are my girlfriend;
My first, my last, my best confidant.


Your electric blue eyes, lit up my life,
As I put my head, between your thighs.
I kissed your lips, you held me tight,
You promised you’d love me for the rest of time.


But I guess one of us was lying,
I guess our time was up,
Now I crawl back into bed…
Still I miss your cuddles.



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Critical.


The winter is haunting soon.
I embrace the darkness beneath the moon.
I am all done wishing for the sunshine to stay.


All I want for Christmas is,
A place I can just give the whole thing a miss.
To me it’s just another day of misery.


When snow is falling all around, moods can swiftly change,
But mine will always remain down;
For I am helpless in my own self-pity and I will always feel this way.


Dark thoughts are all I keep inside my head;
The nightfall is no longer a friend I know.
Love is my enemy, because love is dead;
All the questions I ask receive a negative reply…no.


Can I be loved?  Can I learn to trust?
Will I ever live a long and happy marriage, or will I never become us?
There are many questions that will never be answered;
Of that I am sure.
Circumstance took my only chance at redemption,
From a life I must endure.


I can tell no lie, nor can I swear a pact;
But at least I can criticize my life of lies,
Because I know exactly what I feel about that.


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Cry no tears for me


The famous singer walks alone,
Through half-remembered good times,
Through a library of songs
And all she can see at the end of the road,
Is a life without regrets
And a story told.


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Flames of love.


Feeling naked stood here before you,
The first time I tell you how I feel about you.
Been alone so long I don’t know what to do,
But your beauty allows me to say I want you.


A crucifix kiss upon a vampires lips,
Brought the death of love with its tenderness;
But a lovers white light brings us peace of mind.
It lets us believe in the fight for a love so blind.


A blessed sight into the flames of the next life,
Changed the way I see life and why I shouldn’t die.
Live now forever or die alone?
I must stay alive to one day feel at home.


It’s our experiences that define us,
Our ties that bind us.
Love shall forever blind us,
So salvation can once more find us.


Razor fire shines alight,
In the darkest skies to light up the night.
Fire burns so hot throughout space,
That it becomes replaced with angel’s sight.


Morning sun shines on the light of my life,
As she says well done, you completed the song on time.
My love is grand; my love is soft.
My love is sensitivity at no cost.


Smile at me please, I need you to see,
The happiness you bring with every word that you sing.


Wash away your pain with flames;
Set fire to love or watch it burn and fade.
Bury yourself away inside a shallow grave,
Or hope you find a better way.


Swallow the pill to cure your nausea;
Think of things you’ve never thought of.
Taste the lips and enjoy the kiss;
Enjoy their love before you miss it.


Love me, love me, love me please!
Love me now, I need your kiss.
Love me, love me, love me please!
Love me now; I need your love to breathe.


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A kiss goodbye


Death is creeping, while I am sleeping.
My final year, my final tear, my final verse, there is no more.
Death is here, I am full of fear.
I have no money to pay Death’s toll, for,
I am a mere mortal mind,
Who is lost in space and lost in time.
All I possess is an endless black sigh;
A half-hearted plea for a love-life without the lie.


Fix me once more, or permanently close the door,
For I am not yet ready to venture forth, into that long goodnight;
But forward I will march into the doom,
If I have to meet another version of the truth.
With all my might, I continue.
Let me pay what they say is due.
The work is not yet finished,
So before I am diminished,
And banished from this spherical giant we wander upon;
Let me see one more sun, let me raise a son,
Let me say all my final goodbyes,
Before all is said and done.


To any truth-sayer, please say “Have a nice day.”
I need the sentiment, more than the reality,
So at least before I meet my maker today,
I can say I broke the mold,
With every intention that lived inside of me.


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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.


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Chance


What's the chance of anything changing?
Rearrange it; rediscover how to say it
And maybe we could avoid failing and aging.
Become immortal, or never thought of.
Chuckle, chortle, show the world your prose.
Your vernacular, may sound peculiar,
To those who speak another language;
But these words are yours, the accent your own,
Do not allow your soul to become languid,
By those who only criticize.
Take a chance and maybe you could say something right.
Maybe you could find a love to believe in
And maybe you could learn how to fly.


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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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Weight watchers paradise


Lemon pies, with feathered wings,
Floating in the sky, as the sun sits and glistens,
Against their skin; yes the beautiful people.
The ones who say, all that food is pure evil.


The bright morning sun kills off the dark blue night
And shows us the way to a weight watchers paradise,
With cream filled donuts and chocolate gold bars,
With the sponge cake motorways, full of jelly made motor cars.


So super-size me; put me on the Elvis diet.
I can’t talk right now, for I have to eat.
Oh and don’t forget, to cut the bacon off my fat;
I have no wish, to look anorexic.


Big, fat and beautiful, look at me!
All you jealous skinny girls, are only jealous of these.
My two lethal weapons, that get me all I want;
So take me to a Heaven, named McDonald’s,
With Burger Kings, feeding on Kentucky Fried Chickens.
This tasty goodness is so **** finger licking.


Rabbit food?  Don’t make me puke!
I have no desire, to become bulimic.
I’m not Princess Di; I have no wish to die.
No I don’t love to watch, my cholesterol level rise;
But I do love my **** body and I do love my super-size.


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Beeside signs.


One day Humble was in his nursery class learning,
About the A-Bee-See’s;
When the teacher, Miss Guide-Bee,
Told them all that later that day,
The would bee meeting the Seebee.
She asked if they would all listen to what he had to say,
Because it may help them in the future, maybe, one day.


They were taught about what bee’s needed to do,
In the future to co-exist
And how every part of the bee machine,
Was needed to continue helping the hive to live.
If every bee knew their role in society
And did not criticize other bees for the way they chose to live,
Then maybe, with time, things would all work out alright in the end, maybe.
Imagine if we were all, all we could be.


He said look out for the signs that nature sends out for us.
If you believe what nature is trying to tell you
And if you truly trust,
Nature will lead you along the road you are meant to bee flying.
Some bees give up believing,
But if you trust in the law of nature and her insight,
She will help you steer clear of the darkness
And you will always fly in the light.


If you see a sign that says this option may be good,
Then listen to your heart and try to trust.
Maybe it will not happen as you would like it to bee,
But nature sees the entire world and eventually,
If you trust in destiny
And realise this is how things were meant to bee,
Then hopefully you will avoid the negativity
And hopefully you will find the bee you were meant to bee.


All bees make mistakes, but if you learn from them,
You can change the future and your life can bee re-written,
From that point forward; if you want it to bee.
So if the universe is screaming out, that is a bad idea bee!
Then listen to what the wind is saying, for the wind is free,
To blow its air wherever it may choose.
So fly like the wind; choose to win and not lose.


Do not give up,
When you could bee flying up,
On a dream, along the jet-stream.
Now; please open your books…


Remember, if you see a sign of happiness this way,
Look for love, for it will bee near-by;
That is all I have to say…


For the rest of the day, Humble was looking out for signs.
On his way home he saw a sign that said Bee Happy.
It was outside a shop, but Humble realised it was a shop for babies.
So he carried on looking and saw a couple of bee’s kissing.
He didn’t know what this sign could mean, but he knew he was listening.
Then he saw two newly wed bees;
He heard them talking about where they could take their honeymoon.
They didn’t know where they wanted to bee;
They just knew they wanted to get there soon…


…Eventually Humble arrived home and as he opened the door,
He saw his parents holding hands, very much in love.
His Mum was watching BeeTV as his dad, Dude, just snored.
Bakes-a-good-crumble said hi love, how was your day?
Did Mrs. GuideBee give you a message to pass on to me today?
Or is everything ok?
No; today we just talked about what I wanted to bee when I grow up.
So what did you tell her love?
I don’t know yet, but being in love sure looks like it could bee good;
Oh and Blondebee wants me to go out with her
And her parents on the weekend.  
Is that ok?
Sure Honey…
Go have fun with your friend.


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A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Paradise


Love is old.
As old as time.
Love is following me.
I wish it would die.


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It’s simply magic


It’s just a little bit of magic, to enlighten your world;
It’s just another illusion, to fool the boys and girls.
It’s just another magic hat trick, with a rabbit inside;
It’s just another cut the woman in half trick, where nobody dies.


Because it’s magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply another confidence trick.


Yeah, because it’s magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply another confidence trick.


So if you want a magician, to fool the kids,
Then just give him a call and he will come and use magic.
With a pack of cards, or China’s Great Wall,
The illusionist will show you the impossible.


Because it’s magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply another confidence trick.


Yeah, because it’s magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply another confidence trick.


I think you’ll like it, not a little but a lot.
He tries his best, to put on a good show.
His bag of magic tricks, hide the secrets he’s got hidden
And how he does it…nobody knows.


Because it’s magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply another confidence trick.


Because it’s magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply magic, that’s all it is.
It’s simply another confidence trick.


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Happy feet walk away.


Instinct tells you that you are right.
Doubts cast aside.
Do, or do not try.


If you can, then why not love?
If you have already given up,
Or never believed anyway,
Then that is okay.
Good luck.


You and I are not the same;
We read a similar script, but we are on a different page.
With age comes meaning, enlightenment.
Money is there to be spent.


If you are saving for a rainy day;
Welcome to England…save away.
Young people; go enjoy your life.
Old people do not listen to change.


People my age, congratulations!
You think you have it so great!
You think you know so much.
I know that I know nothing about love.  You trust,
People to never be trustworthy.
I trust enough for love to hurt me.
Happy feet are only ever seen,
Walking away from me.


I am at a point in my existence,
Where I do not have the time for your idle pretense.
Just say it clearly, what do you want?
Time is short, so fall in love and need to be loved!...

Or simply get to being gone.


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Bee-Real


As I flew up, into the air,
I looked back one last time at the hive.
All the bees were standing there.
Some were happy and proud to see me go; some were still crying.
As they held handkerchiefs up against their noses,
I saw the twinkle in their eyes, was the sunshine reflecting;
They truly did pull at my heart strings.


But this was no time to bee questioning my decision.
There is a whole world out there!
And I don’t know what I could bee missing!
So onward good friend, up, up and away!
My radio-wave-head thinks today is going to bee a glorious day!


As the hive became smaller, as it grew further into the distance,
I regained my focus; let the adventure commence!
So forwards I flew, over places I have known.
There were still faces I recognized below
And there were still places I wished I could go;
But there was no time, because time flies!
And so did I; further into the sky.


I could see the ant hill, swarming with an army of friends.
The days of war between our people were over
And I hope they will never return again.
A couple of ants flew up to have a chat and say goodbye.
They told me I was the talk of the town
And wished me luck, but they had to fly.


So off they went, back down to reality;
I was still gliding along on a possibility.
What could bee out there?
What will I see?
I couldn’t believe I was finally fulfilling my dream.


For so long now I had been thinking about going someday,
While all the other workers were out drinking
And only interested in pay.
I saw a better future, where the amount you owned did not matter,
Because there was enough for everybody and endless laughter.
All quarrels were temporary, no lasting family feuds.
I still dream of a time, when I fly home to you;
But now I can see the border approaching.
This is it!  It is finally happening!
So close to freedom, so full of fear,
But I am an aeronautical engineer and a space pioneer.
The past is behind me and it will still bee there when I return;
Today is a present, the future calls me,
Time to let my engines burn!


Faster and faster, I fly only forward!
No looking back now, as I travel through the air waves.
I have never been so excited!
I had never imagined there could bee a way,
To smash through the sound barrier!
I broke the speed of light!
I have passed through the boundaries of what was my old life
And now I am becoming a stand-alone bee!!!!...


Hello chum.
I quickly turned around to see.
What are you doing here!? I said in amazement.
Didn’t think I’d let you do this all by yourself did you?
You know you’ve always been my favourite, but you ain’t the bravest.


We’ve been friends since you were a nipper
And your girlfriend sent me along to keep you safe; ok skipper?
So, where are we heading?  Anywhere nice?
What girlfriend!?  What are you talking about!?
This is my journey!  My life!
I travel alone, as one bee leaving home!
Not a bee and his mate,
Having a look around and then gone when it gets late.


I don’t know about that buddy, I just do as I’m told.
Well I’m telling you, go!  Leave me alone!
This is my adventure, I cannot worry about you.
There really is no need for you to come along too.
Oh it’s not a problem pal; I ain’t got nothing better to do
And it looks like a laugh, doesn’t it.
So; what you up to?
Oh bother!…Humble said with a shake of his head.
Did you not listen to a word I have said?
Go home, I don’t need protection; I’m a unique bee!
And with that I flew into a hole in a tree…


As I came back out with a nonchalant attitude,
He simply said you should watch out for those little dude.
Look where you’re going and that;
They sneak up on you, them holes in trees.
Never see ‘em until you crash into ‘em; know what I mean?
I just wanted to check I hadn’t left anything that could go rotten!
And that there was nothing in there that I had forgotten.
It’s my tree of things, you know, in case I, er, ever need anything.
Of course it is flower-power…can’t have enough trees.


And so, with that, my solo flight became a tandem.
He flew alongside me for a while,
But eventually I managed to ditch him.
There was a scout one day; we met him by a stream.
He told us the wife had given orders,
For Bee-Real to return to his Queen.


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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.


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Let’s go.


Still seeking sanctuary, still trapped by gravity.
Still needing everything; I don’t live a life of peace.
These days I have wasted on you; those times I could have changed.
Why am I still stuck to you like glue?
When all I need is a change of pace.


Love faster; I can die when I am old.
I’m way too young to call it a day.
I only have one life for this soul,
So I will seize the day after yesterday.


Come with me or be left behind;
The risk is all yours and all the choices are mine.
If I keep you with me, will you join me as I fly?
And will you help me do something that makes it all worthwhile?


I don’t love you but I do need you right now;
I don’t hate you yet, but give it time.
I don’t care when it is done, or how.
All I know is; I need to do it now.


Last chance, at a saloon of dreams;
The Breakfast Club on a drive-in screen.
Last time that I will be heard or seen;
A gone ghost, I am becoming nothing…don’t you forget about me.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Solo


People always assume that I am nothing new.
People always presume; let them presume.
People are always sure that there must be a cure to my broken heart,
If I only took a chance;
But the truth is I can no longer go out drinking in bars,
Travelling as a Lone Star, forever searching for romance.
I am not confident, so I will fall again and again and again,
While I wait for her to love me and then I get left behind in the rain.


I have met divine beauty and I just let her walk straight past me.
I have heard the voice of an angel,
But my mouth was empty of the right words to say.
No sunny day inside my mind today,
I let her slip away…


I am unable to be successful,
Because my timing is faithfully, always dreadful.
If she could only hear me being truthful,
She would know I think she is truly beautiful.
But I am so forgetful…Why can’t I tell her how I feel?
Why can’t I remember what I wanted to say?
Maybe she could feel the same…
Oh and the other thing I need to ask is, what is your name?


I do remember now; that song is my way.
It speaks of love; it tells me about her.
Born of true romance and loving words;
I want to take her out to dance,
But my eyes always instinctively avert.
She could be my ideal mate;
I only wish I could ask her out on a date,
But still here I wait, always too late, wasting away.


Breakfast is calling.
Guess what...I am stalling.
The story of my life;
This artiste is not performing
And she is not painting me in a pretty picture of love,
Because if I never tell her how I feel,
Then there will never be us.


I could fall so deep into her loving arms.
Her loving caress would cure my soul.
I have to tell her, but would she be alarmed,
By the words of love she never did want to hear from me?
And would I be left to regret the truth that I told?


So no, I never did win her love.
So no, I never do get to be happy.
So no, I never had the courage to say those words that I must:
‘You, my dear, I could truly love.  
What do you imagine, when you think about me?
Do you even think about me?...’


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

One love


Only had one love that mattered.
The rest were just for fun.
My heart was completely splattered,
By her true love gun.


She blew me away and I never returned.
Spent a lifetime of hurt wishing for another her,
But no-one matched up to the idea of an ideal love,
So I'm stuck in this rut for twenty years plus.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

They’re there for their friends


They’re there to be seen,
Their thoughts are their own.
Their partner is their only saviour,
They’re currently living in their mobile home.


They’re trailer trash, in their home over there,
They love their partner, for they’re always there.
They’re there to comfort their daughter, like she was theirs;
They’re never quite sure if their lover is truly theirs forever.


For there seems to be no trust in their lover,
For they are paranoid their love isn’t just theirs,
But also another’s.
Their mothers were there on their wedding day;
They’re still together in their own place over there.


Amongst their friends over there; there my dear, over there.
Amongst their enemies, they’re there for their friends,
Whenever their friends need their love,
They’re always there to give them love;
Because their friends are there for them
To help them with their chores.


They’re over there in their caravan dying their hair.
For they’re bored of their life, lover,
Their home and their friends.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Rolling Stone


A rolling stone gathers no moss;
For it forever travels on, even though it has no legs.
It simply rolls on, through the poorest little village;
Its destination unknown, its path filled with the dead.


This rock is enormous.  Your garden has turned to dust;
Your plants are now flat and the grass has been soiled
And marked by this rock.  It left a lasting impression.
You'll remember the rolling stone, but by now it's moved on.


The rolling stone is still rolling, it has rolled all it's life;
Its job is to roll and it's done that just right.
Destroying all things, that get in its way;
It knows its future, it's always the same.


To roll is to live, for this rolling rock;
It only quest in life, is to keep rolling on.
Leaving a path of destruction, for nothing can stop its wrath;
It's dizzy from the rolling; its life seems quite a laugh.


People flee when they see it coming
And it's now grown to be huge.
Look out!  Here comes the rolling stone;
It’s coming directly for you.


**** Jagger saw the rock, as it rolled down the hill;
But he thought it was an illusion, he saw because of the pills.
Now he's old he's not so convinced, that the rock wasn't real
And maybe now at last, he can start to really believe.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

New Year’s night


There is a fire burning and people are drinking;
People are dancing and people are singing.
Auld Lang Syne; it’s another year gone.
So cherish this night, because it will soon be done.


The snow is falling all around us and many friends are merry;
So give everyone a hug and kiss those cheeks!
Come on now, feast upon the many cherries and berries;
Swig from the tankard and have yourselves some meat,
Because this is a celebration, so enjoy the feast!


Hold the one you love and greet your neighbour’s as family,
Because soon enough you will be back at each other’s throats.
So give them your blessings and wish upon a star;
Offer everyone a piece of peace
And see this New Year as a chance to end the feud
And as a chance for new relationships to grow.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Thrall


The cup has arrived, take my blood.
Fill it up with the good stuff.
Drink the wine, while I unwind these chains.
I have been trapped too long in this self-made cage.


Tear at the bones with perfect teeth.
Ground to a point; been grinding for weeks,
To get the right blade to cut my food with.
This hole I exist in just leaves me livid.


I want to scream in the middle of day-dreams,
But people will see me and never know,
That the empire is crumbling; all around me is dust.
I have given up on this castle of rust.


The armour no longer protects my soul.
The happiness is gone and I am feeling old
And demoralized, the eternal night,
Beckons me to join it, but I am made of pure light.


The claws had dragged me under their spell,
But now the spell is broken, so let me leave this Hell
And find my own way, a better way;
All else only fades away.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

You know


You’re dead to me; as dead as can be.
I hope your life is misery,
So you can join me in this Hell.
I hate you so much I had to tell,
The world how much I hate your guts.
I despise you and your empty love.
I hope you never love again.
I want you to suffer eternal rain.
I need to know you are unhappy.
That would make me incredibly happy.
Just thinking about your memory,
Makes me wish for the end of everything.
Let all the love in the world disappear.
I hate the fact that you are so near.
I hate sharing a planet with you
And all the stupid things that you do.
You had your chance and kissed it goodbye.
You know I hate you…don’t even cry.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Bee-ing rejected


The path to love is a long and winding road
And the road is in 3D when you fly through the air.
You can bee left behind so many times,
That you think that it will never go right,
Until you make it there.
There are so many ups with love,
But without love you are only ever let down.


Humble was no different, he wanted to bee loved like everybody else,
But sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you try,
You always end up at the end of the night going home by yourself.
Humble was a trier, he would ask out every bee that he liked,
But try as he might and as much as he would have liked,
It seemed nobody would ever love him
And he was alone most of the time.
He had been rejected so many times that he decided to make a list.
The first one said this; the second one that
And this is the story of Humble B. Bumble and his love-life…
Ain’t it sad?


You’re always crying, boohoo.
You’re too happy; I am nothing like you.
You are just like me, because I like nothing about me.
We don’t think the same; you’re not fun, you’re a pain.
You are annoying me, buzz away little bee;
You have my sympathy, but you will never bee with me.
You’re too quiet, you talk too much.
You’re too weak, you’re not tough.
You’re too slow to make a move;
You’re too fast with your response to bee telling the truth.
Your clothes are bad; your hair is bad.
You’re far too sad to bee a bad boy.
You’re just having a laugh, you’re never serious;
You must bee delirious.
You’ve not cool, don’t bee a fool.
You’re too nice; you’re not nice enough.
You’re too far below me, you are not heading up.
You’re not ambitious, nor smart,
You’re never victorious and you are no work of art.
You can’t sing or dance; you wear the wrong kind of pants, no bling.
You live with your ‘rents, but you don’t pay rent.
You have no honey, I like honeys.
You ain’t funny; you are far beneath me.
You’re not pretty, you’re too silly.
You have no style, you are not unique
And you don’t have a perfect smile, ugly bee.
You think you are great, you’re always late,
I don’t like your face; we’re just mates.
I like him, you will never win.
You are such a loser; who is gonna choose ya?


So many times Humble searched for love
And when it was good it was really good!
But when it was sad, it was real love, I guess;
We will never know…
Do you think Humble will ever bee truly loved?...


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Love is the best…


The best thing we as a species do,
Is that we fall in love.
We can make all the pieces fit together,
But without love there is no complete jigsaw.


You can have all the money in the world,
But money can’t buy my love.
My heart is not for sale, but I will give it away,
The day I realise I have met my lady-love.


She will be my reason to get in to or out of bed.
She will make me complete.
She will cure me and leave me without breath.
She will be the only one I can see.
If it is true love, she will always be the only one I truly need,
To help me in my hour of need;
To help me build a family.
To help me reach my dreams.


Love is the best thing we as a species do,
So I will wait for you.
Temporary comes and goes,
But I want permanent; that is all that I know.


From now until the very end,
No more time left to pretend.
No fiction, only fact;
I want a love that lasts.


Fear of commitment?
Deal with it, or leave.
Eyes for another?
Goodbye lover.


‘til death do us part,
Or you will never get my heart.
This is just the start
And it could be the start of something beautiful,
If you are truly truthful.


If you want unfaithful,
Then choose another, sit at another table
And we will all be very grateful.
I will only be with one;
Anything less is not true love.
Two or more and all you will see is the door.
One chance,
No chance,
Never more.


Love is the best thing we as a species do,
So what do you need for me to prove that I love you?

Love is the best…

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Faithful or hateful


Faithful or hateful, the choice is yours.
I can only ever be grateful for your company ‘The one I adore’.
You’re so funny; you make me laugh like no other does.
I guess you love me.  Is this what you call love?
I am still asking the questions, never getting satisfaction.
Still searching for clarification, so here I am asking.


Are you faithful or hateful?  The choice is always yours.
You are still ‘The one which I adore’.
You showed me your light
And I was blinded by such a beautiful sight.
Your beauty thrills me;
You make my heart skip a beat.
You make me rise, to my feet,
Just to kneel down before you unworthy.
If only you could, I would ask you to love me.


I don’t know if you’re faithful or hateful.
All I know in my heart is that I will always be grateful,
For once you loved me and I too loved you
And between us two, we had something unnamed
And it could never be tamed,
Because once we were real…
Now we are only in old flames.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Building bricks


Brick by brick we build our nation
And stone by stone we build a generation.
The children are the future, the old our voting class;
The young have given up voting because politicians have no class.


Building new laws and building new houses;
Nothing this government does smells of roses.
Leaving the EU seems like it will come back to haunt us.
Rosie is in the hospital, the NHS is seeing closes.


Sack them all because they choose money over patients;
Every generation loses faith but nothing ever changes.
So they plant a tree as they knock down a forest;
Stop with your lies, just give it a rest.


Let the people vote and then try to take the decision back.
Politics, ***** tricks; power of conviction you lack.
Money rules the world and money changes hands;
Ideology and philosophy, but still you have no master plan.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Shoplifter


She is so selfish on the sea shore.
She steals for pleasure and nothing more.


She lives for adrenaline and cares for no-one but herself.
She says she cannot help it,
But she is a worthless human being swimming in her stolen wealth.


Dopamine protects her from any guilty feelings she may have.
She wants it, so she steals it and puts it in her bag.


I have no pity for her for she is just a thief.
She wants compassion and understanding,
But she cannot take these things from me.


She lives for the thrill of it.  She wants it so she takes it.
She is the dirt on society.  She is empty of feelings.
She has always stolen without thinking about the consequences;
Now she is sat in a jail cell with a new pair of bracelets,
And somebody has stolen her ear-rings.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Bee happily ever after


So Bee Bee was ready, the larvae were on the way.
She was worried about looking after new larvae;
But now all female bees could grow up to become mothers in the hive,
If they wanted to bee.
So the brood could bee smaller
And anyway…
Humble wouldn’t want it any other way.


Bee Bee was with the man that she loved
And Humble loved Bee Bee, oh so much!
But he was always worrying too much
And he couldn’t hide his true feelings;
Like when he was nervous, or when he was in love.


The midwife was there;
There was snow in the air.
The bees were all safe and warm indoors,
Waiting for the ones they already adored.
They had waited so long and now the day was finally here.
The nurse closed the door to all the waiting family and friends,
Who had been waiting for oh so long;
Humble had waited his whole life.
The midwife told them all jokingly, “Get out of here…
This may take some time…”


…As the doors once more opened,
Bee Bee lay there with Hope in her hands,
Giving her a hug.
Humble was sat beside her holding Ethan in one hand
And Fen in the other…
Two daughters, one son.
Two sisters, one brother…
Two proud parents…so in love…

One love…

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Marriage is a joke.


Under moonlight we spoke of an exchange of new sensations;
In the secrets of loves code, we created a conversation.
Into a series of unknown’s, we allowed ourselves to fall
And all in the hope of finding ourselves in love.


Musicians know the score is strumming my pain away;
If a she-devil wants to take me for a ride, then I shall happily go.
We are all lonely on the inside and waiting for just one big day;
Congratulations to you all!  I shall raise a toast!


To the bride and groom;
Let their love be doomed!
To the drunk father of the bride; have another drink!


To the best man, the worst of us all.
Get on with it, we need to consume,
This terrible food the groom’s mother has made;
What is this?


Is this really true love?  It will never last.
I give it a month before they are creeping behind your back.


Again she smiles, in denial,
Like she did when she first lied, on the day that you first met.
Now she is losing you from her memory; a drink and kiss takes it all.
She could have stayed with you,
But the more you do, the less is said.


A regular in a pub and a regular in love;
The last time you truly loved, it broke your heart; remember that?
Oh look there is your new love, being asked to dance;
Put a slow record on, get nice and close
And forget the love that you have.


She wants new things;
New lovers and a new reason to smile.
So your love is no more
And this thing you have always believed in, will only last a little while.


Beauty is forever fading and it will soon die.
In the days of our lives,
People always do as they please and they are empty on the inside.
You will never find true love, no matter how many times you try;
The phone rings, the lie stings…
I hope you live a long and bountiful love life.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Future Kids


Since the day I met her I could only write about love,
But the times they are a changing.
I have finished writing my ‘Marriage’ book.
Twenty six done.
Don’t know what I will name the next one;
But I know one thing,
I will find a new subject to dwell upon.


Poe wrote about death in his poem ‘The Raven’.
I don’t want to write that;
I want to write about changing.
Changing my mind on a daily basis.
I could make this up, but you would see through that, my Loris;
So the truth is what I will hope to say.
You can criticize this, but I can’t write about love,
So I will open my hat and use a wand to create a flower!
And watch all petals fly away.


A dandelion blooms and inspires an audio musician,
Every hour,
Is different.
Beauty,
Is,
Heaven,
Sent.
If poetry could pay my rent,
I would never have to work again;
But for now I do,
Because I want to improve.
Decided I can’t write a tune;
So I will tell you,
The feelings I have kept silent.
If you know a way to bring peace to my mind, I will try it,
Because I want to make the unhappy smile.
I have no money to give, so I will have to run a mile.


Charity starts at home,
So I will pick up a microphone,
Auction off all I own;
Remove that garden gnome.
I have no need for frivolity.
“I would wish for world peace.” Bite me!
Say something that matters.
Don’t deny the greenhouse effect.
With my last dying breath I will say you ain’t seen nothing yet!


Because we continue,
Humanity is an endless dream.
If I couldn’t see the sunshine,
I would still enjoy the rain and be happy to just be.
Some may say, you’ve changed;
We have never heard you being so positive.


Well these are the days we have to make a difference,
So we had better use them wisely and leave a future that exists,
For the future kids.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

When the ship goes down


The ship is sinking, flee with the rats.
The end is nearing, do not look back.
Memories change and soon they will fade.
The ship is sinking; move on, find a way.


The ship is sinking and I am drowning,
In total apathy for everything.
I am no longer singing; I stay out of misplaced loyalty.
I saw the truth and it destroyed me.


I know my time is temporary.
The ship is sinking…
Wait with me.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Until death do us part


Until death do us part, that’s how it all starts.
Entwine two hearts and you will be dancing under stars.
Today we find smiles that stretch on for miles,
With family and friends all around us, dressed in style.
From top hats to sharp shoes and dresses covered in diamonds.
The ‘just married’ cans are rattling behind us,
As we drive away towards a tropical island.


And when we return from our honeymoon holiday,
The love is never ending; the memories never fade.
When we have spent the last two weeks under sunshine and in bed,
We look towards the future and talk about a life we haven’t lived yet.


Then the children are born and our enormous hearts grow;
Our love is always with them and they add value to our home.
New gifts are forever appearing and our future is written in vows.
Let’s hope this love is eternal and we remain side by side,
Even after we are sitting upon a cloud.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Stranger than fiction.


Do you think about us now and then, or am I completely gone?
Do you remember the love I sent, when you hear a certain song?
Or am I a victim of your love, lost to the next one?


Did I fall away and simply fade, like the smoke we used to smoke?
Did I make you laugh in my own way, or am I just something you broke?
I guess I’ll always remember the loving words that you spoke.


If there was a way I could see you again, do you reckon that I would?
If there was a time when you were on my mind,
Do you think my thoughts would turn out to be good?
Or are you just a constant reminder to me, as to what I never want?


I would tell you truths, back when I thought I knew you,
But the truth is I never really did.
I could wish for us and a way to trust,
But that time for me no longer exists.
Just like a dagger, you ripped me apart.
I wanted to thank you for all that you are,
But now all you are is a bad memory.
Remember that you never really had me.
You had a limited version of my love,
You are so fugazi to me.
I would soak you up like you were my favourite drug,
But just being near you was killing me.


You stand there a stranger, a stranger to me.
Now I couldn’t be happier, because you were only temporary.
You had half my love and even that was too much.
You are nothing now, so unworthy.
Go and read my books, take another look at love.
I want you to see clearly, what you have lost.
You were secondary, now just a memory.
I couldn’t write you love stories,
Because you never even loved me.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A forgotten language of love.


So oafish a man, I could not be,
Except when speaking of ones love for thee.
For I have not in my use of vocabulary,
The words to speak of the way I do feel.


No word do I have to describe my ladies eyes;
So enchanting though thou are, me myself I do despise.
As do I the language of my place of birth;
For no sentence is so profound that I may speak it to her.


And show with conviction, my devotion for this woman,
So my words are seen false and lost in translation.
This is my ode in the language of old,
Thou no teachings has one been given,
One simply writes from the soul;
The heart, the buxom and the mind,
For such beauty I cannot describe, using words of this time.


But one does hope with the use of T.V.,
One has learned enough to speak.
And to speak to thee is ones only wish,
For about thee is all one can think.
And possibly through the use of poetry,
One will be able to speak of ones fondness for thee.


Thou may not be convinced that this truth is real,
Yet I shall not lie to thee.
If a secret must be kept to preserve my dignity,
Or to aid or save thee from my own misgivings.
Then one shall simply hold his tongue,
In order to save thee from any harm.


But if one should speak of ones honesty,
Then know this my Queen; thou are all that I need
And one will not be swayed, by a harlot or *****;
One shall offer you my heart and be faithfully yours…

Forever more.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Desire


All my wishes and all that could have been,
Became a dream I never could reach.
I crave for things I cannot attain.
My brain won’t allow me to make those same mistakes again.


So alone I stay and alone I lay.
I still dream of better days,
But that future seems like it is a long way away.


The rain pours down inside my heart;
It’s cold in this part of my body of scars.
Wounds will not heal, when I can no longer feel,
The warmth of her love,
In this nightmare which has become real.


Dark days are upon us.
Without the opportunity of love, I can be no star.
Love is needed to bring some kind of happiness to my memoir.
I want to have a life where I am allowed to just write,
But that life is unattainable, without a wife.


I need motivation, to change my situation,
But being single makes me,
Apathetic to being all I can be.


Words speaking of sorrow leave me wanting to be more positive,
But I can never forgive and I don’t know how to live,
This never ending story of searching for glory;
Or just acceptance, that my lines are worthy.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Bunny


Rabbit ear’s pointing up towards the sky.
They are listening out for the bunnies that are calling out for love,
To begin their wail.
In search of a love, he is always hoping to find.
One he could love would be the one,
Who could make him wag his bright eyed bushy tail.


He knows that a wiggle of the nose is the way to go,
To find himself a mate.
Her silhouette is his reflection, a mirror version;
A recognizable shape and a friendly face.
He hops over to say hello to the mystery carrot eater.
“Hello, how are you today?  My name is Bouncer”
“Hi; I’m Leaper.”


And so the love story begins;
The bouncing, the leaping and carrot eating.
A sharing of a pleasant dream.
Only into each other’s arms are the lover’s a leaping.


On past the flowers and down into their burrow.
Bouncer and Leaper snuggle up next to each other, nice and close.
They stay down in their warren to keep each other warm,
Until spring is sprung and the kit baby is born…
And then Bouncer can hop off outside,
To fetch his Leaper a rose of thorns.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Anita


She is keeping me up tonight.
She’s done this lots of times.
We tell each other we are friends.
We know each other lies.
We’re more than that,
I want her bad, but to be good to me.
I need her love, she could be enough;
Maybe she could make me happy.
I want to grow old with her,
But my existence has become a blur.
I knew her long ago, but I want her to feel like my first.
I want the fear, the excitement, the nervousness of a kiss.
I want to tell her how I feel,
But I don’t know if she is his.
Is she alone?  Does she want my love?
Does she know I need her touch?
I need to hold her in my arms,
For I am charmed by all her charms.


(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Pretty Please With Cherries On Top.


I wish to feel, I am King amongst the worms;
I wish to feel, I am the Prince of the peasants.
I wish to feel, I am a King of losers;
I wish to get, a taste of your Heaven.


But who am I, to dream of such riches?
Who am I, to ask for more?
Who am I, to presume to reach for you?
Who am I, but a walking, talking, creature of contradictions?
Now I am simply, your poor *****.


So let me be free, to make a choice,
Let me be free, to turn up the noise,
Let me be free, to scream it out.
Please don’t tell me, to keep my thoughts for you quiet.


Here I am, begging at your feet,
Here I am, under your thumb.
Here I am, if you look down you will see,
I’m simply sat with caring arms, needing to hold someone.
Here I am, tell me something,
Tell me a lie, say something comforting.


Can I bring you, down to Earth?
Can I give you, all my love?
Can I show you, Heaven is still out of my reach?
Can I show you, your Heaven could be ‘Us’.


You have not lived, long enough to die,
So you have not found, your so called Heaven yet.
But I can show you an illusion, of you and I,
Living here on Earth, in our man made pure bliss.


Love me now and this illusion will become real,
Love me now and I can begin to feel.
Love me now and I can be your steel,
Sword of defiance, against this cruel world.


Say yes to me and I’ll not ask again,
Say yes to me, promise me you’re not lying.
Say yes to me and I shall bring you sunshine,
Say yes to me and you shall never again be alone.


Give me a mirror, to reflect your warmth,
Give me a smile, to ease my sadness.
Give me a dream, of being truly loved,
Give me you and I shall have my happiness.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

This Generation


We’re a generation of single mothers.

Generation X; a generation of sinners.

The jilted generation, rejected by society;

Look down upon, thought less of,

Underestimated…just as we wish to be.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Nobody expects.


The meaning of all that has come before,
Is merely the prelude to the story of my life.
If all we become is the thing nobody ever foresaw,
Then wouldn’t that be such a joyful surprise?


When nobody expects,
We can easily become more than they thought.
We become more then they know we are capable of,
When we teach ourselves how to impress them all.
Nobody expects it, so nobody can be prepared,
So the truth is their only answer to your words of despair.


Why can you not aid me in my darkest of times?
When all I need is a sunbeam to shine on my life.
Why can you not hear me call aloud to the butterflies of love?
They are gone now; they flew away from me.
All beauty has disappeared;
The birds are silent and the bees no longer buzz.


Stuck in my ways with no chance of taking my chance to dance,
Because I cannot dance, so I can never hold a hand.
Seen through eyes of contempt, because I refuse to attempt,
To smile and move towards you, through fear of neglect.


Ignored for being silent;
Resented for trying to speak.
Nobody expects anything,
So I will never disappoint you when you expect nothing of me.


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