Locust


I will make it through to the other side of the light;
The light which you cannot see for you have sun in your eyes.
I have focus, you are my locust;
So I will ignore all the insults you send my way.


All your words begin to fall,
Because your mind has become so dull,
By the simplicity of your ignorant thoughts;
Your life of id, you sold, I bought.


Leap onto another love,
Feeling oh so happy!
I kiss your kind goodbye, good luck,
You will never be my future family.


I will find one love who will be faithful to me;
She will push me forward towards my destiny,
For I can see beyond the horizon
And you are stuck in your eternal night,
With the person you sleep next to changing all the time.
Goodbye to you and good riddance.


I have escaped your rot, your kind of kind,
And all the lies, so many lies, I leave them all behind.
You are welcome to use them; I hope they use you always.
I hope you have a happy life and soon enter your grave.


I need the future which only I see,
The steps I need to take do not need three.
My heart beats like a humming bird's wings,
And you?  You do not need to tell me anything.


Creating things out of nothing.
No feelings to be found without understanding.
Just new meaning and already knowing,
You are lost to me; you should start going.


Your life a hedonistic self-indulgent existence,
And that part which was you, for me no longer exists.
All your hopeless, pathetic needs!
Are yours to seek, just do not follow me,
For I have already disappeared so far ahead,
By years and years I left you for dead.


You have a pathetic kind of love;
I hope I never cross your mind.
There was a time when there was an us,
But you are just born rotten and I hope you die.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

My final line


The sky is black, the curtains have been closed.
I have lost all the love in the world; so empty; so alone.
The lights are turned out, the heating is off.
It was once so bright and warm here,
But now all that was and all my dreams are lost.


I am without a hope; nothing to see.
Everything gone; broken pieces.
The clock has stopped,
My world no longer spins;
Time is at an end and there will be no more beginning.
I pray for reincarnation, but I am without faith.
The only emotions I had, like my hair, they are all fading to grey.


The roots have cracked,
The branches have snapped,
The leaves have fallen,
The trunk is under attack,
From the cells inside;
No light shines from my eyes.


I can no longer smile, this is my final mile.
At the end of a short race,
I could never keep up with the pace.
My pacemaker heart needs another kick-start.
Hook me up with love;
Do you have her number?
Tell her I am going soon and this is no rumour.


But if she wants to be loved for a moment in time,
Then she should let me know if she wants to be loved,
Before I read my final line…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Right for me


I want a beautiful soul.
She has a beautiful soul.
I want somebody to find me beautiful,
The way that I find her.


I need to express my love.
I think she could be loved.
I’ve got these feelings that bubble inside.
She makes my feelings stir…sigh.


I want a woman that rocks my body,
The way I want to rock hers.
I want a woman who loves rock music.
She rocks my heart, it purrs.


I need a woman without tattoo’s.
She wears her heart on her sleeve.
I think that she could show me her ****,
Underneath the sheets.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Visiting the palace


In palace corridors the music glides throughout minds
And finds itself welcomed and ignored at the same time.
It drifts in and out like the smiles on the faces,
Which say they are happy, but there are also traces,
Of nervousness; some emotionless.
The never ending search for acceptance.


Wishing to fit in, but never able to attain a place,
For you are born below and below you will always remain;
But still you try to become more,
As you walk the beautiful palace corridors.


Never fitting in, trying to not stand out,
When all you are made to do is stand around.
Never making your way into,
So always ending up without.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Her viper eyes.


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


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


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


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


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Listen carefully.


Embrace the tree, for it has been a century in the making.
Use kindly words when you need to speak,
For their thoughts may well be illuminating.


Relax your shoulders and forget your jobs.
You are never too busy to find the time.
A hand shake is a form of smile.
A happy friend of mine.


Do not be an ice cave,
To their new age ways,
They could teach you a thing or two.
Take off your shoes,
Put on your sandals,
Wear a tie-dye t-shirt in place of your suit.


Connect with Earth
And find your inner peace.
If you are not willing to listen,
Then you will never hear your heart speak.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

To My Wife: The Love of My Life.


This is a poem written in two thousand and eleven.
This shall start the count down, to the day I find my Heaven.
If by the end of my life, I never found a wife to lay in bed with;
Then consider my life a waste,
For every wish of love never did become real…
It only became a myth.


The story of the peasant boy,
Who became a hero.
He slayed all his demons,
Even though he felt like a zero.


He believed in true love,
From the second he was conceived.
He found an illusion of what love was,
In his magical bag of needs;
But this was just a substitute,
To help him live without love.


He loved many things throughout his life,
But everything he could ever have hoped for,
He found in His Wife.


Everything else that he had ever felt love for,
Always came second to the bliss he felt,
When he felt he was loved by His Woman.
His one and only Woman…
For I am Your Man.


So Wife of mine, the real star that shines here.
Take a bow and show them how beautiful you are;
For I am so lucky to have met a woman like (…)
So this poem I dedicate to my one true love…
I love you (…)


One day I shall sing her praises,
For she is the one, who has forever been my biggest wish.
A Wife who loves me and does not lie;
Someone who can be true to me, even if I think it’s a good line.


It’s my poem, I don’t have to write it your way.
Shortly after, we’re both naked
And I’m writing whatever she says.


My Wife I love you, lolz, I said it first.
I love you!  I shall blow you our first kiss.
You are truly perverse,
To fancy an ugly *** like me.
Yeah, I found her in the asylum, she claimed to be E.T.


So I gave her my number and she gave me a call.
I told her I wasn’t interested
And she told me to go take a running jump!
I could tell it was love, because she kept telling me off;
So I kissed the telephone
And put the phone down, without saying “Goodbye My Love.”
She rang me straight back to complain of course…
And now a few years later, I have finally proposed…


She didn’t know I was in the pub that night,
She had been telling her friends, how she wanted to be my Wife.
So they gave me a call
And I heard her talking on her friend’s phone.
I didn’t want her to see me,
Getting out of the car…before I proposed.


She was sat outside the pub, in the beer garden;
So I snuck up behind her, while her friends kept her talking.


Her best friend stood behind me,
Holding a huge cardboard sign;
It simply read : ‘Will You Marry Me?’…
I Love You.  You are My Life.
I was down on one knee, with a ring in my hand.
Just in front of my girlfriend,
Asking her, to allow me to become Her Husband.


She looked a little shocked, as I announced my desire to her,
In front of everyone, when I had always been scared.
But when my words had been spoken,
Every syllable of the proposal checked,
She said “I Will” and I nearly fled.


What have I done?  I must be out of my mind!
Oh wait.  No I’m not.  Look at her…Is she really going to be mine?
No, surely not, this broad is **** hot!
This Goddess of Love, wants my ugly ***?
Ok then yeah, let’s rock ‘n’ roll.
You’re beautiful and You love Me, so let’s elope.


The Ceremony of course was perfect.
Nothing is allowed to go wrong for my beautiful Princess.
This Queen of my Heart, my life has truly blessed;
So for Her, I shall pull down the stars from space,
If that is what she should wish?


My fortune, fame, kingdom, pain…
I would give it all up for Her, for she has given me life again.
The Woman of my protection, my enchanting masquerade;
I have the most beautiful Wife…
She is my Angel; my saving Grace.


You compare to no-one,
Yet you outshine everyone.
You are The One, My Wife, My Life,
You are the reason I was born.


To offer you my love and anything you want me to give.
Everything I have ever done, stands invisible once you are seen.
My blinding light, that makes other Goddesses become mortal.
Angels fall from the sky to become human,
Once you have been thought of.


One second without you;
One thought, one mention,
Makes my mind split in two,
I love it when we share each others attention.


My Life is here, her name is (…),
We have been married a long time now; it’s (… …)
I know her thoughts, because she is the same as me.
Just one crazy, mixed up, fool for love, humane being.
But she is much more than ‘Just …’ could ever be.
She is Just! And Loving! And ****!...She is Fit innit!


Love you Babe, I am your Love Slave.
Here whenever you need anything, until I go to the grave.
But you must go first…
When you are Seven Hundred and Fifty Eight;
I think by then, my *** drive would be worn out
And then Heaven awaits.


We can both, by then, have read my finished books;
We can defy immortality and go to Heaven to show them  
My True Love.
You saved Me, from Me somehow;
So to you I simply hand my destiny now.
This is for you, for you are My:
Wife…


My Life,
My Heart,
My Soul,
My Destiny,
My Future is now in our hands now,
For you are My Everything.


My Eternal Love.
My Eternal Promise;
My everything I give to you,
For You made Me become Us.


My Love,
My Marriage Signature,
My Fate,
Our Fortune;
Our choice of Date.
Please I beg you…Do not be late.


My Wife,
My Beloved,
My (You other people can leave now, if you want to...)


I Love You,
I Love You,
I Love You,
Yeah You!


My Lover.
My Queen.
My Goddess!  You are Gorgeous!
My **** Fine *** Honey!
My reason to write this.


My, My, You do look beautiful in that dress.
I am yours forever…Oh I found this ring.
I guess it’s yours if you want it.  It’s kind of nice.
Sorry it’s not a diamond,
But people use Gold rings, not ice.


But it can be whatever your heart does desire;
I shall say, here are my life savings!
Go and buy whichever ring you wish,
For you are the fuel, that burns my eternal love fire.
The passion inside me, is yours now,
If you wish to make love my **** siren.


You have given me this ring so I can show them my love for You.
I give you this ring, to show you how much I want You.
I will be your Husband, until this life is through.
Then I shall meet you again in Heaven, to welcome You.


If we have a kid or kids, don’t let me name them;
Get everybody’s opinion,
Then pick the one we both liked most, please.
If you like, we can have,
As many you want to.
As long as You are a Great Mother
And I’m what I think I could be too.


Some say I’d make a good Father,
Some would say I wasn’t good enough.
Anyone who knew me would know I would love nothing better,
Then to have a kid of my own.


But that is the future; or maybe it’s just a wish.
I shall write it here, all this time in the past.
Now I only think of the future.
And pray to the Wife I do not yet have.

I Love You.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

All I want for Christmas is a Discworld.


**, **, **;
Discworld is filled with laughter;
But it has a dark side,
With Death on my mind.
It is what I would have written,
If only I could write…
Or find the time.


It may not be Christmas,
But the Discworld films are on my wish-list.
I will purchase them all,
I will watch them all
And I will love them all.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Eye Heart Ewe


I am in love with love.
The idea of love.
The romance,
The faithfulness,
The complicatedness of it all.
How the other half live.
The joy, the laughter;
The pain and the misery.


Faithful to me is no longer a myth.
All that I want, I have thanks to this.
This love thing, this drug thing,
This life, lust and us thing.


People speak when it is unnecessary…
But these words I am unable to not say.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Black ink thrown onto a canvas


Art is a betrayal of the senses.
The thoughts you think only leave you senseless.
Like an apprentice, endless, defenceless and depressed.
A hole inside a whole mind of a complete mess.


An image of emptiness can never be painted,
But painstaking hearts are willing to try this,
For they have waited for this long,
For you to write their wrongs in songs
And cure the curse of verse, chorus, verse.


Release the words or remain entrapped,
Hidden in the dark beneath the mask.
True remorse I lack,
Because of a reminder to self:
Don’t look at the sword in your back.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Deceiver.


There’s a demon in the ceiling;
I can see it looking down on me.
It is in the walls now;
Who do I call now?
I can’t stop it;
Here it comes to **** me.


I sit in silence; I’m too frightened,
To make a sound or run away from it.


It starts to talk to me, but I can’t understand.
It gets angry and then the lamp goes bang!
The bulb explodes and the curtains fly open!
I’m so frightened, but my mouth is still trying to speak;
But I cannot speak,
Because the demons mind,
Seems to have control of mine.


Whispered whispers…
Sinister hisses.
The whole room flashes and I am taken away…


I don’t recognize this place;
I hear a scream of pain.
I see the future and I can see her face.
I beg for salvation, but no one is listening;
The knife is glistening and then her screams die out.


Whispered whispers…
I still hear them.
They are in my head now
And I can’t see a way out.


Darkness surrounds me;
I am guilty.
I never did it;
Diminished capacity.


In the mirror I see a figure;
It looks like me, but a demon lurks beneath the surface.
I am helpless; I don’t want to do this,
But still it comes with another sick request.


Number two now;
One of a few soon.
One day I will lose count;
The way I am losing my mind, inside this gloomy room.
Piece by piece,
It goes little by little.
Belief is fading now that I will ever escape this evil.


It’s in my mind now,
It’s in my life now.
I keep losing time and I awake to another cry.


Another midnight.
Another moon light.
Another dead body.
Not one witness in sight.


It has a taste now;
A taste for blood.
It carries on killing
And I cannot escape its evil clutch.


I speak to a preacher.
I tell him of my demon;
But I keep secret all the things that the demon has done.
Let me heal you;
Let me banish it.
He tried in vain to save this fallen son.


Now I am a beast man;
Something made by chance.
The preacher falls down dead
And the demon does a little dance.
It took an axe to stop him…
But someone had called the cops in.


Now I’m in prison and the demon just laughs at me.
I tried to tell you your soul was always mine.
You simply borrowed it from me
And now you are on borrowed time.
Your death is coming;
Time to start running.
Your soul is mine
And your body is useless to this being.


We are both in Hell now; me and the demon.
The fires are burning all around me
And the demon just sits there singing.


“He sold his soul for a little gold
And now he is doomed to spend eternity in the flames.
He sold his soul for a little gold
And now he is doomed to spend eternity in the flames.”


He is called The Deceiver.
The Dream Weaver.
A nightmare born inside a different time,
Inside a broken mind.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Tree


The tree of the ancients has stood for millennia in this grove;
So vast is its foliage that no other can grow in its vicinity.
With its strong wooden branches and roots hard as steel, below;
Unseen, but vital, it has risen and it will stand for eternity.


The tree of ages has become eternal and spiritual.
The tree of knowledge has Druids kneeling at its feet.
They dance in the sunlight and contemplate at late night vigils.
The life of the forest entices them naturally.


Their way of life is ruled by the law of nature.
The wind in the air is their voice, through their veins runs clear water.
With words of wisdom they teach all those who are around.
The people who grow with them
And those who are going from town to town.


The noble tree is proudly served.
Its leaves kept as gifts;
From the air to the Earth.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Revolution: Part Two.


William Blake saw a New World Order.
A revolution, a new way forward.
To feel is to exist and our feelings come before our thoughts;
But anarchy is illegal, you must follow the cardinal rules.


You need a God, to live your lives,
To make you believe, it will turn out alright;
To let you believe, what you think is right.
Well do what you must and release me from life.
Lay me down under the guillotine,
Then let me say goodbye to my wife.
I simply stare into the basket,
Before I float up to the light.


Sacrifice your life, to gain the freedom you should have;
Lay down your life, to make a stand.
Stand in front of the tanks, to stop the armies drones
And hurl the tyrant off of his throne.


Killed for free thinking, they say it's illegal;
Emotion will set you free, but were not allowed to feel.
So we must leave Paris and head for America,
The next big thing; the country of the future.


The beast at the door, must be stopped from entering,
The wolf at your tail will make you keep moving.
A time for a pilgrimage and an end to the Empire.
It's time to leave Europe and head to America.


Poetry is expression of thought,
So who are you to tell me I'm wrong?
Every man’s taste is different
And our tastes are not acquirable;
They’re our natural instincts, that are written in our souls.


The great romantics saw life as it should be.
A simpler place where we need not disagree.
Let man speak his mind; let his words become free.
Not silenced under dictatorship; it's not a cardinal sin.


Free thinkers, will lead to your destruction.
They simply won’t follow your every instruction.
The Parisians revolt, because the power has gone to your head;
So they burn down your world and leave you for dead.


Leave France behind, but don't dwell on the past.
Will you sell out?  Or think for yourself?
Write what is in your soul, don't be a cog in the system.
In America they will not sentence you to life in prison,
For writing your thoughts and going against the grain.
The revolution must begin; it is time for a change.


The stench of dead French filled the streets with blood.
Don't let their deaths be worthless; only we can free us.
You imprison yourself by accepting the norm:
The Guillotine, The Executioner, The orders from above.


The French revolution gave writers a voice.
Gave us freedom of speech; gave us freedom of choice.
Gave us freedom of expression and impressionist art.
To revolt is to begin again; to make a new start.


El Liberte, a statue of such a scale.
The light house in the distance; the direction in which to sail.
At last we are free; at last we are home.
Freedom of speech must become the norm.


For you to simply say, Wordsworth is worthless,
Is to simply admit your own ignorance.
To say the encyclopedia is down-right blasphemous,
Is to simply admit your own incompetence.
To execute a writer for saying what he thinks.
To condemn him to death, to execute him;
Is to show how wrong you are
And that a new leader is needed.
The revolutionaries knew the price,
It would take to get our freedom.

But Wordsworth’s 'Mariner' has stood the test of time
And even today, it's still a favorite of mine.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Bee ware


My first week’s pay!
What am I going to do!?
I have never had this much honey before!
First of all, I will go to,
The joke shop and get me those books I saw.
I could do with some new material,
For when they say “That’s getting old.”
Well, they won’t say that when all my jokes,
Have never before been told.
By me that is,
They have already been said before, on BeeTV;
But who has the time to remember everything?


Oh that reminds me, I could do with some shorts,
For when I am playing Buzz ball;
I will have to go straight to the mall.
Maybe get me a nice new pair of sun glasses.
Got to look the part when I go out to ‘Where it’s at.’;
The place where everybody is.


Got to show off some wing-bling;
Got to get a new hair cut;
Got to buy some new tunes;
It’s time to change my style up.


I’m still gonna listen to rock ‘n’ roll,
Because everybody knows,
It’s good for the soul;
But maybe some babe would like some other kind of tune.
So I will try to keep an open mind,
But I know I won’t bee buying no Buzzy-Fly.
Man, that guy can’t sing!
And he wouldn’t know what a good lyric sounded like;
Or maybe I could buy myself a brand new sky-bike.


I have seen them on the adverts;
They have only just arrived.
Maybe I’ll catch a bee movie too,
So I can quote all the lines.
Already planned to go out dancing,
So I will have to say something.
I’m never gonna get a girl-friend by trying to sing like Bee-Bee King.  
Now that’s a guy who can sing!


I haven’t got the range or the talent,
That ‘The Yellow Stripes’ have; they sure are good.
“I’m gonna fly off!
A bee with seven arms couldn’t hold me back!”…I love that song.
I can’t wait to play my new bass guitar tonight;
Can’t wait to go and buy it.
I will just pop in, go get my pay check and then it’s time to split.


I will look so cool in the new threads I am going to buy.
I’ve got to put aside some honey though, for Mum;
Everybody wants to take their piece of my honey pie.
I have to give her a part of my wage, boohoo; but it is only a slice.
Got to pay the board, but I am still sure,
I’ll still bee the coolest bee in the hive;
Once I get those flared jeans that I have been waiting to buy…


Five minutes later,
Humble came out of the office with a sad look on his face.
I have worked all week and this is all I get paid!??
Man!  The life of a worker bee…it’s a shame...
(Such a shame.)


We work all day for a *** of honey
And there is never enough to go around…
They can talk and talk and say that’s life!
But this sure ain’t funny
And now I can only cry the tears of a clown.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

This is my station


This is my station.  This is my place to be.
When all is said and done, I am not free.
I guess I never left you with the best,
Of my heart, but this is my station.


This is my freedom of choice.
With all I had and threw away,
I know you must have felt betrayed,
But this is my station.
This is the place where I belong.
There is no other way.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Love is a lie


Love is a creation used to excuse a person’s mistakes.
Words of love are falsely used in a deceitful way.
You allow them to lie to you because of love again.
Love is a way out of a dead end broken truth.
Love has us all under its spell…today’s love is just like yesterday.


We are all entrapped by a word without meaning.
We are all the same and we are all blind to rational thinking.
We are all condemned to keep on believing.
Love is our punishment and love stops us leaving.


Love is a drug that can never keep us fully satisfied.
It feeds on us, it drains us and it makes us cry.
It leaves us in pieces every time we see love walking away
And the very next page of this book of love, life and lies,
We are back on our knee’s begging to be loved again.


Love can ruin the happiest of days.
Love cannot be trusted; love is a cage around our brain.
Love is a sentence, a memory; it comes and it goes.
Love is misery, love is sadness.
Love is all that I want and still not one part of it do I know.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Nothing left


I got nothing.  Nothing I wanna say to you.  
Nothing that says what I'm going through.  
All the pain is unreal because I can't be this sad.
Just one day of happiness, is that too much to ask?  


Think what you like.  I like what I think.
I like when I sink deep into the pink.  
Feeling better than ever on my final day,
Is the only way I can say what I have to say.


Goodbye to you all.  Goodbye to this world.
Goodbye to the bad times and forget me for sure.


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Second sight


When you are young, you can only see the future.
When you are old, you can only see the past.  
When you find yourself at the right moment in life,
You can look forward gladly, as well as being happy to look back.


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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.

Bee true to love


Bee Bee, my Queen.
I do love you;
With every piece of my honest heart…
I swear, I do.


I know for a fact, if we can still be together
And still in love, like we are today;
I will be the luckiest bee in the hive.
You are my only way.


You are my light, my hive,
My love, my wife
And when we are in our olden days,
I will hold your hand and ask for…nothing.
For I will need nothing more, than to see your effortless grace.
I will only need to see the most beautiful smile,
On The most beautiful face.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Bee-lieve


In the pines, in the pines,
There lived a bee who shivered the whole night through.
His hair was dyed, his enormous size,
Meant he didn’t have to listen to anyone and he ruled his crew,
With fear and intimidation;
He sought to bee the cause of social dysfunction.


The Blues-Bee was hardest to bee seen,
When the moon was up in the sky.
He would move between the shadows unseen;
His reflection cast no light.


No soul, no noise, just endless nights.
No smile, no toys, just one bad idea; it was time to fight.
He had raised a band of blues stingers
And he knew there was only one way; his way.
He couldn’t stand the way others sang;
It was his depressing buzz that made all other bees fly away.


Blues Bee and his gang travelled in search of sound;
They were never happy and travelled under the ground.
The fleas and the Blues Bee travelled with the worms.
The worms would lead the way through all the dirt
And the Blues-Bee would tell them what to do.


He heard a noise, so they burst up through
And appeared at a picnic party birthday celebration.
There was a grasshopper playing the lute
And the Blues-Bee took it away and imposed his condemnation.
Hey give it back!  I built that!
I’m just here to bee with my friends.
The Blues-Bee said nothing; he was a bully
And the lute was never seen again.


Blues Bee jumped down a hole;
The lute he stole was never to bee returned.
The grasshoppers friends said let’s go after them!
But the grasshopper said in the end they will lose
And there is a lesson here to bee learned.


The group they sat and listened to her words;
The rivers flowed through to bee forever heard.
She spoke of peace in a time of conflict;
She taught them how to just move past it.
She taught a generation to see further…
So they named her Lila.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

My love song.


This is my love song,
For you and you only.
Even if all I do is wrong,
You would still be right for me.


I want to love you more,
Than anyone has before.
Come on and hold me close,
For you I would simply adore.


This is my love song, for you my beautiful.
This is my love song, for you are truly wonderful.
All my love; all my love;
You have, all my love, for you are beautiful.


Kiss me on the lips,
Because your touch I miss.
I love your everything;
My angel you are priceless.


This is my love song,
For you and you only.
Even if all I do is wrong,
You would still be right for me.


This is my love song, for you my beautiful.
This is my love song, for you are truly wonderful.
All my love; all my love;
You have, all my love, for you are beautiful.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Mechanic


De ja vu.
De ja vu.
Things happen sometimes that have happened before.
Find a way through.


Not all destiny paths lead to the same finale.
Life improves with age, but always slowly, gradually.


I am not as young as I used to be.
I am not the same version of me.
I improve with age, fading every day.
I am not your remedy, but we could find a way.


I self-repair with your care.
I need your help as well.
I know what I need and just like air,
I float along giving life to all who I can tell.
Help me to help you out of your Hell,
So just like you I can repair.


(C)2019 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.

Casualties of war


Godlike?  No.  Human?  Maybe.
Yet living above the bones of dead babies,
Who fell to their deaths from the top of the world;
The forgotten, the miscarried, the unfortunate boys and girls.


Now the babies lie with bullets;
Sanctity no longer exists.
Once upon a time, we were all for it,
Now we just wish this war would cease.


Fire!  Called the Sergeant as the Germans advanced.
Onward called the General, as the men became entrenched,
In the trenches and fell to their knees;
Some prayed to the lord above, others fell down silently.


Many days and many nights had come to pass
And still Old Blighty was under attack.
Churchill’s calls, spurred on a nation;
Whilst mothers and babies were simply seeking salvation.


The babies cried, as the explosions filled the skies;
The poor boys tardiness meant he had to find somewhere to hide,
And pray he wasn’t killed by the bombs or the bullets.
Just hoping not to die in a watery grave.


For all that’s left in the bottom of your rivers,
Is babies bones and war souvenirs


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Your Love Will Be The Death of Me.


You tear open my heart with your talons of love
And eat away at my soul with your selfish love bug.


The icicle touch of your fingertips,
Freezes my heart like a knife piercing my chest.
The deadly kiss of your razor edged lips,
Brings my life to a halt like a bullet-fuelled death wish.


Your beauty is stunning, a blinding light;
This feeling is like a heart attack. (A shocking surprise).
You simply take my breath away;
Your love has brought an end to my days.


You were my wife and you made me feel worthless.
Oh my God surely I don’t deserve this.
Now you’re gone I feel even worse;
Your ******* love is a ******* curse.


And there’s nothing else here for me,
Except the memories of the woman I used to love
And the man I used to be.


She heard the news by telephone,
He’d finally given up the fight.
She guessed he could no longer struggle on,
She never had the chance to say goodbye.


All the times we used to laugh,
Have now become a sad memory;
I shall never forget the good old days.
I’m sorry I hurt you,
But I would never have been worthy…
Of your love.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

We know


The thoughts we think run around our heads.
They try to make us not forget,
So we remember all that which came before;
Our guiding light towards a better shore.


And as we arrive we climb to our feet,
And in our souls we hope to meet,
A gracious soul, so worn and old;
A beautiful soul, so knowledgeable.


So wise we know that we were meant to teach and learn.
Since night became and the sun began to burn,
We have known we need to become an introvert,
Because deep inside we still feel scared,
Of the things that we once yearned.


So we hide away all the love we hold inside.
We hide away from the possibility of lies.
We hide away until the day that we die.
We die alone because we could never let anybody stand by our side.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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.

I am an idiot.


Still we are searching for a light in the dark.
Forward we march and still we have no knowledge of who we are.
Higher we climb towards shooting stars;
We are lost without guidance
And evolution is one step for mankind too far.


Stuck in reverse; heading nowhere fast.
Take a step back, to take another look at what we had.
A thing that was never truly seen,
But imagined and so soon it was in the past.


So we keep on going in the wrong direction.
Blind to all future wisdom; lost without a kingdom.
No place to place my heart at your feet, for a home I lack
And I have no crown that is not broken, that I can use for a hat.


A false self-bestowed title of King I placed upon myself.
A lie about a man who lives in his own personal Hell.
A wish to be more; but impossible without your help.
A maze inside a garden is no place for the mind to dwell.


But stuck in a rut is my normality;
So tragic to see that you just can’t see me
And nobody can hear the words that I need to speak,
Because I am forever unknown to you
And that is the way it will always be.


Forget me not’s in your rose scented garden.
Remembering a voice; remember to share your wisdom.
For all are in need of your message of hope,
Because we lack any belief in anything and so,
We meander through your mind, splashing in every puddle.
A whispering wisp never before seen is showing you your double.
A reflection of your fate in the water; there is a presence.
We are now only a memory, for you are royalty
And I am simply a simple peasant.


No resentment on either side, but still no will to confide
And so inside a lie we hide the truth you wish you could find.
But we are not sharing, because you could never understand.
The words of a wanderer, who wonders;
Why are you not using the power within your hands?


Free me from my burden which I carry inside my head
And just let me forget you and the possibilities;
So I can just become oblivious.
I have a need to unload these words I have said,
But you refuse to listen; you will not take them,
Because you are a mystery to me
And we are the idiots.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Ghost bike


Another ghost bike, chain around my heart.
Another fallen hero, gone up past the stars.
Another soul, lost in the night.
Another memory begins to fade; gone is this twilight.


Haunted by a voice of angels.
Sorrowful cards, praise the truth.
Strike a fist against a table;
Demand another chance to love them anew.


Banish the pain; remove the scars that this world leaves behind,
When people go to wherever they are.
Speak your words, tell their tale.
All are taken too soon from this Earth of ours;
We all need to find a grail.


Broken street lamps; tires screech.
Understand and continue to speak.
Change the mindset; cracks in the pavements.
When there is nothing left, but regrets,
Will you begin to make amends?


Broken headlights on bumper cars.
We need to reverse the damage we do.
Rebuild the human and give them more care.
So self-aware; so always lacking being there.
Live a life inside your phone
And all you will be left with are bright lights and broken bones.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Falling in love


In love with you was never easy;
I fell for you and landed flat on my face.


We fall and became undone, lacking in trust;
Love echoes inside each and every one of us.
We try to believe, but life takes it out of us,
Because love is killed, once you have broken that trust.


I’ve got high hopes of leaving you forever;
High hopes of moving on without you.
High hopes I had, when we first got together.
No hope is all I have now thanks to you.


Take a pill to numb the pain;
Every day is never/always the same.
Teach me how to feel again;
So I can hear you when you call my name.


My love and I want to die;
We used to believe, until we cried.
Now all we believe is too many times,
We have had to say goodbye.


(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Question marks behind your eyes


Why do you have love hearts in the centre of your eyes,
When you look at me?
Why do your iris’ glow a different colour,
Each and every time we speak?
Why does your smile rise, when I appear out of nowhere?
Why do you think about me, when I am not even there?
Why do you find me attractive?
Nobody else does.
Why are you always waiting,
For a time when there is an ‘Us’?


Why are you bothered if I don’t notice your look?
Why do you mention me when you are talking about love?
Why can you not concentrate when you are reading your book?
Why do you persist, where other people have given up?
Why dream at all that I could be the one?
Why think of me when you hear a love song?


Why describe me when talking of your ideal mate?
Why never speak until it is too late?
Why keep it secret, the way that you feel?
Why be scared of rejection, when only love can heal?
Why not take a chance at a thousand ‘I love you’s?
Maybe one day I will say, I love you too.



(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Immaturity


Logic dictates that we must escape,
The shackles of youth and mature with age,
But who can decide when we have matured enough?
Surely we all have a part of us that needs to remind us of the fun,
We had when we were young.


The first time we found love, finding the music of our life.
Memories that takes us back to a moment when we were happy.
Maturity is a good thing, but so is immaturity sometimes.
Do what you love, all hobbies are good.
The older we get the more we love the way thing used to be.


Become what they expect you to be,
Between the hours of nine and five;
But an evening of your life is yours to do with as you please.
Find someone you love and if they feel the same way,
They will accept you are young at heart
And they will accept your immaturity.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Quite Interesting.


Why am I watching this show on T.V.?
Because it has Stephen Fry and he is so funny.
He is so intelligent, compared to me;
But QI is wonderfully informative.


I learn general knowledge and bits of nonsense;
But even the nonsensical starts to make sense.
Phil Jupitus and Bill Bailey say funny things,
Whilst Alan Davies just seems a bit dim.


This show is great, it’s so good to watch;
Thank Dave for playing QI so much.
They must be careful not to say the obvious answer,
Because the screen will buzz loud and bring much laughter.


They guessed you would say that,
When the real answer is stranger.
So stick your hands in a sharks gills,
To protect you from danger.


General Ignorance will catch them out
And make them say the wrong answer, no doubt.
So watch QI, it’s quite interesting;
It’s the comedy show that just keeps giving.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

From the ashes


All my words are bulletproof;
Shout at me and your words I will use.
Everything I took from you,
Left me feeling battered and bruised.


Things are always meaningless,
Unless you take them to your chest.
Then they become more than less;
Letters become sentences.


Power comes from inside your mind;
Thoughts are gold and these thoughts are mine.
I would change the world if I could find the time,
But wishes explode and the remains rise up into the sky.


Lightning never strikes here twice,
So build a home after a lightning strike.
From the air into the ground;
My whole world comes crashing down.


Pick my life up with a dust pan and brush;
I am broken – I am trust.
I could never give a fudge,
To anyone that I didn’t love.



(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The creator of love.


Our hero rides again at night.
All dressed in black, still he cannot hide.
The man inside continues to shine.
You all know him, but he remains out of sight.


A reflection in a shop window that disappears as you turn your head.
Maybe he was never there.
Never let a bad word be said,
About his intentions,
There is no need to mention,
The way he moved you to be together.
He is spreading love around hoping your bond will never sever.


Karma is his friend and his only weapon;
He uses good vibrations to correct the mistakes of men.
He lifts a heart with his good intentions;
As he passes by he raises a hand and a smile comes into vision.
He needs no acknowledgement,
For he is content,
Knowing he has helped the two of you to figure it out.


The questions you had, he has put the answers into your head,
With all his whispered do not forgets.
Find love; cast your net,
For there are many fishes in this wild life of a sea,
So go find what you seek and he will do the rest.


He believes in love, so he believes in you;
Begin again with a love that is new.
A love letter arrives, beginning a new love life.
No thank you needed; a total surprise.
The present arrives at the right time,
For the day you forgot to remember to buy.
In your hour of need, send a wish out to him
And your dreams will all come true, he promises.
If you think you are ready to once more commit,
Then so be it; your love is a gift.


When your love is found,
He will float back into his cloud
And look out for the next believers;
You are content and do not need him now.


A lonely single person who is in need of being loved,
Will always find him when they need him,
For he is
The creator of love.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.