Juan Marques Lopes


Juan Marques Lopes lives in Vain;
To move one day is his only wish.
Free himself from a poor life with his wife,
For he knows he can do better than this.


One hundred years have come and gone,
Since the day that he was born;
To a Shepard’s daughter on a farmers land.  He was her only son.
Three decades ago he received a bite to the neck
And thought he would die from the blood loss.
For the pain to stop and to save his own life;
He said he'd sell his soul whatever the cost.


One moment of weakness and his soul was the Devils;
To do as he pleased, just to not die like this.
Freedom from death must come at a price;
For a vampires thirst craves the deadliest kiss.


Juan killed all his friends then he killed his own family;
To feed his thirst for blood and for power.
Three times a day, he must feed on their blood;
For he sold his soul to Satan, this is his last eternal hour.


(C)2005 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.

You show me my future freeway


Dance for me, my love, my heart,
Dance for only me my love; my brand new start.
My brand new life, with you I think,
Could become something amazing, if you wish.


Entrap me in your arms and don’t let me go,
Squeeze me tight and hug me forever, I love your soul.
I love every single atom used in the creation of your body,
You are my ******; let me be somebody.
Let me be the one body, soul and heart,
You crave; the one you shall keep until the grave.
For that is the only time I would ever accept we must part.
For then I would accept our love can no longer be saved.


But even if my faith in love was dead,
My heart broken again!
My bruised body left to rot.  This time death.
No salvation left, to heal this pain.
Not her, she I could not bear to lose,
For in her I see a microphone, I am asked to choose,
To speak to her in a studio booth;
But to her I can only speak the truth.
So if this little broken heart of mine,
She should choose to want, then that would be truly divine.


This heart of mine craves your love,
Like a vampire craves the life, the blood.
The lust inside us, drew us together,
Now my fate is in your hands, or left alone forever.


Such beauty I see when I look at her,
This perfectly beautiful (something must be wrong) girl.
This is how to make a beautiful woman:
Take her photo, view her love, be her man.
This is how I would wish to become,
An angel, happy, something to someone.


I simply want to be with you, to watch you watch T.V.
Watch your soaps as I watch somebody extraordinary.
Let me paint a portrait of you, my future freeway;
Because you have shown me my destiny, if you feel the same way.


Let us drive the highway and take every scenic route,
Let’s take this life long journey together,
For I could put my faith in you.


You are my future freeway.  
You are the one who has shown me a new way.
I hope she wants us to drive together…
For in this love story of ours, we could live happily ever after.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I blame Jane


No way out of this hole in which I hide; locked in, a box.
No direction forward, life has all but stopped.
Trapped here by my imagination, all reality is lost.
Now way out; oh such a loss.


Do not get too close, or you might sink down with my mood.
I do not eat healthily; I am so bored of food.
Forced nutrition, the body needs fuel to work.
It has been a long time since I last flirted with a terrible flirt.
Love is just a forgotten memory and life is no ice cream.
A dreamer dreaming of a crystal palace
And a crystal crown for his Ice Queen.


You are a pinion upon the wings of this phoenix from the flames.
A damaged brain is just a part of a life, that is so lame.
I blame Jane for all I have to say…
Walls so tall they can never be climbed over.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste.


Solitude suits me,
Because it is my only option.
I would never start an argument
Or feel secure enough to state an honest opinion.


Now I only see Jane in my memories;
My social circle is a lot smaller.
All together now;
We all used to sing the same smoking songs,
Before we would all fall down a little poorer.
The dog days are barking even slower.
I fight my way, through the wind, shadow-boxing in every corner.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Full on


Couldn’t sleep last night,
Got love on my mind.
Want to travel through time,
To the point where you are mine.


I saw you sat there looking so beautiful,
That’s when I decided I want you as my girl.
It’s been a while since my life was so full on,
Now you’ve got me hoping the emptiness is gone.


Believing in miracles again,
Is it time to play?
Fearless to the pain,
This day.


Got my head in your direction
And my heart on my sleeve.
I believe you are perfection,
Do you believe in me?


Will you hold me close,
Or let me go?
Living life in currency of ‘what if’s’ and ‘maybe’s’,
Who knows what the future holds…


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Split Personalities Inside My Head


All the voices in my head,
Have now become my only friends.
The only ones who seem to care;
The only ones who knew me back then.


Lost alone with me, myself and I.
Hello, Bonjour, Guten tag and Hi.
They’re there for me when things aren't alright;
They’re there for me when I feel on cloud 9.


Technically mad, but never bored;
By all of them I am adored.
My head is full with the old and young;
They’re my friends, my family, my only loved ones.


They’re all so different, yet they’re all the same.
They’re all made up; they’re a part of my brain.
But they act so real, in the way I behave;
I live four different lives every day.


One is good and one is bad
And one I believe is a woman


And the final voice inside head,
Is the only one who speaks reason.
The only one who speaks the truth to me;
The only one who I can believe.


You see this final voice inside my head, I know is the real me.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Silent


Love is hard.
Love leaves scars.
You are going to have trouble with love,
No matter who you are.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Muddy memory


Blood, sweat and tears, in exchange for notes.
Improve your situation, or have a smoke.
Try to relax your bad back at home.
Yesterday is already lost to ‘where did it all go?’


I lost the whole week and all I feel is weak.
Making money; got to fill this *** with honey.
Got to strive, staying alive!  Got to thrive.
Trying hard to buy a life.


Bought and sold is all I owned.
All is worthless when I am unknown.
Hundred films I am yet to watch.
I have no idea of the price of this priceless watch.


Nine Inch Nails engraved upon my wrist.
Suffering is the purest bliss.
Misery is right here with me,
Holding me tightly, suffocating me endlessly.
Oh how I love the misery.
It gives me focus, hocus, pocus, alakazam!
Breathing fire in a mystery van.
Cruising along to Dead Crows songs,
Along the road which just goes on and on and on and on...


Into darkness, seeking the freeway.
Loved to rock since back in the day.
Grew up with a guitar in my head,
Now I walk with The Walking Dead.
Station is stuck in a rut,
Driving on through puddles of mud.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Razorblade Highway


There’s a razor ripping up the high way.
It’s already a bad day and it’s only Monday.
If I could change all the words to what I meant to say,
I would only change ‘I like you’ to ‘I love you Babe’.


It’s a good time for me to be leaving.
Doing ninety but I’m still not speeding.
If I did I would no longer be dreaming,
About a future where they make me her sin.


I couldn’t care less about my apathy,
But it’s a part of me, like my hair, eyes, hands and teeth
And there is no way for me to get rid,
Because this is the only way I know how to live.


An island in the sun?  Never lived on one.
Took a vacation once, but still never managed to catch the sun.
It keeps on running on gaseous energy;
Burning bright for you and blinding me.


It’s not a good day for me to be having a bad day.
I couldn’t say what I wish I never said.
You have a barrier; I get in my own way.
There’s a conveyor belt running through my head.


Off drops another thought, acting on instinct.
The free will of the naturally gifted.
All I do I have spent a lifetime learning.
A fading star will not keep burning.


Live a life less extraordinary.
Pick up a dictionary, write a new story.
If you are only searching for the glory,
Then you will only ever fail to truly,
Know the truth of a one heart butterfly.
Cease time and make way for a smile.
Let her through to see the inside of you,
Or hide away in the deepest blues.


I couldn’t contemplate not being in love again.
If I did I think I would meet my end.
There’s a reason for me to carry on…
One day I will be left as loves carrion.


I could lie, but I don’t have it in me.
I could shout out loud and scream!
I could hide away and never be open;
But what would that make me when my shell is already broken?


Nothing to hide but the deepest secrets.
They are hidden from me just like I need them to be.
If I exposed myself to the truth of human nature,
I would cry and fall down dead by a razor.

People ****!
At being in love.
They don’t care that I don’t care and you don’t care enough.


I cannot take all your deceitful back-stabbing.
Take a second…look at who it is you are grabbing.
I am not your hot property for any time;
I am God’s gift!
To the art of crying.


I have no strength left to put up with your selfishness.
Take it all back.  
I tried my best to get past your past,
But as you confess to a string of adultery,
I pick it up, wrap it around my neck,
I take a lovers leap
And I am finally free…


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

History Repeats Itself


America is the same as Britain:
Not enough good and too much bad.


I think we should actually listen to The United Nations,
If we really want peace in our time.
Do what thou wilst, for we are clearly ignorant,
To anything except The Law of Lies.


The laws of life?  
The Law of the Jungle is our only Bible in this time.
It’s a shame we didn’t think of the cost,
Before we committed the crime.


Our life time is just the same as the others:


History repeats itself!
History repeats itself!
History repeats itself!  
Revelation!  Discovery!
Go ahead and preach your own story.


If you ask me which faith you should follow,
I’ll simply give you a different answer, today and tomorrow.
For if you realize, what I have discovered,
Then you shall maybe have your own thoughts
And use your knowledge for guidance.


Have you own thoughts,
Understand what they thought they taught.
Then make yourself happy, by making them happy
And leave the pain to someone else.


The United Nations are the good guys;
They will save our world.
The USA and the UK
Cannot even see past their own borders.
If every other nation in the world joined the UN.
Would Britain and the USA say you’re all wrong…again?


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Good woman


Looking for a good woman;
Been looking for her my whole life through.
Searching for some good lovin’;
This is my search and it leaves me feeling so blue.


Tryin’ to find her, looking everywhere I go.
I’m just looking for a good woman.
Won’t you give me directions to her, if you know?
I’m just looking at the women as they all pass on by.
Waiting on a good woman.
I’ve been waiting my whole life.


I’ve met the most beautiful roses,
And they all wilted away.
I’ve seen the brightest moonbeams,
And they all faded with the passing days.
I’ve woken up next to Goddesses,
And I’ve slept next to ugly hearts.
I’ve wasted too much time on empty dresses.
I’ve broken pieces of me that can’t be cured with stars.


I’m singing songs of lovin’,
But I’m lonely as a bee.
I’m writing poems about love,
But love is a thing I ain’t ever seen.
I’ve seen a thousand imitators,
And I’ve wined and dined a million fakes.
I’ve listened to other people’s stories;
All the lovers and all those I hate.
I could never believe their souls were good for me,
Because all I have ever known is misery.


Still time to find a good woman, they say.
I’ve still got time on my hands, so I pray.
I’ve been sitting on my hands forever.
I hope opposites truly do attract,
Because I am such a stupid man,
And I am still left here waiting for my love-life to get better.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Blood-thirsty


Beware, for I am the sinister taker of lives.
The evil among the fearless; the blood-thirsty surprise.
The bringer of death, go await me in your beds;
Your day of reckoning has come, but don’t lose your head.


For I only bring my deadly vampire kiss
And you’re a cynic anyway; in me you don’t believe.
You couldn’t conceive a notion, so unbelievable,
But the stories are true and I shall have your blood.


For I too have, my own carnal pleasures,
The sadistic psychopath, with a need to devour.
I shall sink my fangs, deep into your throat,
Or bathe in your blood; this is your final hour.


You were the headstrong, extreme tourist;
You never believed, in any of the stories.
A local legend born on fact;
Now this blood tax, I shall extract.


I am the foreseer of doom, saturated in blood.
The creeping hand in a forest full of fog.
So don’t wander off the beaten path and get lost in the dark,
Or I shall have to break your Mother’s heart.


Pale as snow and empty inside,
The blood has been drained, as was the life.
The spirit fought a losing battle.
You are merely food to me; you Humans are simply cattle.


Walking talking food, wrapped in flesh;
Never aware, you are taking your final breath.
I have risen up, to the next rung on the food chain,
For I am now the bringer of death and pain.


Gone from this world, to return a predator;
Free from Death’s scythe, forever and ever.
But now I must empty, the bodies around me,
Their blood is now mine and I must feed.
But now I have a new kind of lust;
A need to ****…
And a need to drink your blood.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Zeitgeist translucence


The spirits are unseen to those who have not felt their presence.
The non-believers will never see them, if they remain faithless.
Without a Heaven to look forward to,
We would have no reason to live right.
God sent us a message of peace; we use it to fight.
We are no longer made of starlight.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

United States of Aa.


United States of apathy,
United States of anger;
United States of a *******,
I am the United States of Me.


United States of love,
United States of trust.
United States of dreams,
But I am never free.


United States of disharmony,
United States of tears;
United States of sorrow,
I have become united with my grief.


For attraction leads to speaking
And speaking can lead to a kiss.
A kiss leads us to touch each other
And to touch can lead to ***.


*** can lead to love
And love can lead to a need for each other,
That is incomparable,
To anything you’ve ever felt before.
For each time you fall in love,
It takes over you like the most addictive drug.


It’s somehow better than the last time,
At least that’s what you think.
But sooner or later you’ll realize,
The pain you felt the last time has reared its ugly head.


United States I wish to heal,
But only I can heal me.
United States of empathy,
I am the United States of Me.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

From riches to rags


Most human beings are living like ghosts,
Not really knowing what the future holds.
Whilst we wash in the slime,
In our own cardboard homes.


There is a building; that is your home.
Once picture perfect; now in ruins after a cyclone.
Now like those you once looked down upon,
From your self-appointed pedestal;
You too have become what you used to call a ***.


But now you must call them what they are;
A friend, an enemy, a homeless dying drunk,
Sleeping in a burnt out car.
In need of shelter, just as you are;
But the ***** that gave you shelter,
Shows charity starts at home.


For when the streets become your home
And you have lived that way for many years;
You will look at people in their suits
And recall once hearing all the cheers.
Success was such an easy thing to attain,
But compassion for your fellow man has become your new aim.


For when you have lost all your worldly possessions
And you have realized your working life, is simply a profession.
Then maybe you will see clearly, find some sort of consolation;
Once you have regrouped and once more risen.


You have to begin your life, all over again;
But the partner standing by you is in the same situation.
Then three years down the line,
As you sit there upon your throne;
You remember the bad old days have now come and gone.


But you are no longer a snob;
Now you no longer live for your job.
Now you no longer choose to live alone;
You can now open up to a fellow human being and live life as one.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The end of this party that we call love.


Fire lighter’s and raise them high,
The time has come to reach the end.
The end of all those things we did.
The end of you, the end of me; we are at our end.  


From a pit, I whispered to you
And all you saw were lips that move.
In silhouettes I made my move
And I fell so deep into love with you.  


A thought of loss for you my dear;
My wish to start a life apart,
Has never brought you to feel so near…
Why are you still here?


Sorrowful but satisfied;
All the tears I cried, I wish I had never cried.
So sad to see you later with your beautiful smile,
When all I want to see is the end of all time.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Alone


There are only so many times you can go to a dry well,
Begging for water when you are dying of thirst.
I have exchanged my last token, so no words will be spoken;
No thoughts can be shared, my empathy hurts.
All I need is one, but for me love is gone.
Something I used to do, but now? None.


I cannot pray for what I cannot ask for.
I cannot beg or implore for a new love to adore,
Because I have either closed every open door,
Or they have been slammed in my face, no questions asked,
No more.


No more love for me; my heart a disease.
Take it with ease.
I have already given it to a thousand lost souls
And there is no more gold to be earnt from a piece of me,
That does not work to find a thing that does not exist,
When God knows I have tried!


All I need is a simple kiss, yet no lips exist for my benefit.
They are for others, who already have lovers
And are also cheating love with former lovers.
And me?
Oh brother!
Do not even bother to ask about my love life,
Because you have endless names in your black book of abundance.
It does not make me useful when I am redundant,
To all who need love, because I am a closed book.
My story already written; read and done.


I have had enough of love to last me a lifetime…
Apparently.
I did not think so before, but now I am sure.
I exist therefore I am alone.
My epitaph scrawled across a cardboard home
And I am alone,
I am alone,
I am alone,
Alone.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Eyes


Dark and dreary, leave me here bleeding;
Living in the dirt was never meant to be easy.
Broken in three, I was never allowed to be free,
From the shackles of your society.


Down and out and I couldn’t care less;
I will never try to pass your test.
I need no acceptance; it is of no consequence.
All that matters are my ideals and finding the next sentence.


Leave me howling at a full moon surrounded by women in black;
There are whispers in the air
And they speak of dancing naked under moonlight.
No owl to be found to ask a word of wisdom, I catch my breath;
Surrounded in the darkness with a flash of flesh,
I am carried away to a place of pleasure in the middle of the night.


Wearing black to not fit in and not caring if we stand out.
Pop is trash; all they ever do is whisper so they can shout.
In the night we are lost, never to be found inside your thoughts.
Cook your food in your no picture apron and say oh my, somebody calls.


Society is made from gravity, but a poet cannot be kept down.
We must fly, so give us immunity; I cannot be, fall in line here and now.
Can’t be late, we must pay, we cannot say, we cannot be;
All we want is to be allowed to speak,
But the laws of life keep us from revealing our poetry.


Still the sound in the night, a revolution in the air.
Politics, it’s all tricks; it is here and it is there.
Corruption is everywhere; they are all wrong, but do they even care?
Welfare state, what a state, this is what leaves me falling down
And all they can do is stare.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

You don’t want to read this.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Nap


I am still not good to go,
I am still way too weak.
I need to rest my broken bones,
It’s been one Hell of a week.


If I find myself inside a picture box,
I will be lost to the stars and I will look so far gone.
Coyote with an Acme anvil to the head;
I’m feeling dazed and confused and I am in need of my bed.


There is not long now until this day is done,
So fix me up with caffeine and a soak in the tub.
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
It is dragging me down.
Depression seeks my name;
Rainfall beneath a black cloud.


When I need a change, I just can’t catch a break.
I’m starting to feel my age as every part of me aches.
I hear the crack of my joints as I fall to lie down.
I raise an arm with a remote attached;
My legs have given up on me now.


I can’t go any further, but I am home at last,
So I wish you well with your adventures,
But now it is time I took a nap.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I'm Sorry (Duet)


(FEMALE)

Two months had passed, not a day was he late.
He said he'd never let me down, I thought he was great.
But today I sit here, is this the end?
Is he gone forever?  Will I see him again?


I'm sorry for the argument, we had last night.
But I thought we were ok?  I thought we'd ended the fight?
If I could turn back time, I would make things different.
How can I go on?  Without his existence?


It's five past nine, where could he be?
He said he would, never leave me.
Please my love, know I still want you.
I thought we'd always be together; I love all that you do.


(MALE)

I'm not actually late; I'm punctually lost without insight.
A reoccurring excuse; oh well, these things happen.
I'm sorry that, I can't see you tonight,
It's my parents fault; these things can't be helped, again and again.


I'm sorry I was late, I wanted to give you time to get ready,
Would I lie to you?  Never!  I want us to go steady.
I'm sorry when we met if I embarrassed you, did I mention?
But I was simply trying, to get your attention.
I wasn't trying to make the others look bad.
Just to make you adore me; make you happy, not sad.


I don't have time to be with you right now,
I'm sorry for this; I’ll make it up to you somehow.
I'm sorry; I was ignoring you at the function.
Just another job; just more tax deductions,
From a wage we earn, to have money is to have pride,
To give you the things, I believe I should provide.


I'm sorry I was drunk,
This always happens when I'm nervous;
It helps me think clearly, about the two of us.
I'm sorry I didn't know, how to make it perfect;
To ask you a question and to have no regrets.
To fully believe, we could last forever.
The two of us happy, like birds of a feather.


I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier,
For your hand in matrimony;
For you to be my wife
And for you to love me for eternity.
To have and to hold, until death do us part
And for eternity my love,
You must know you have my heart.


I'm sorry my dog ate my car keys
And we had to hitchhike to the vets.
I'm sorry I got diverted,
But I must get these words off my chest
And tell you my love I'd like us to wed;
Be together on Earth and lay together in our bed.


I'm sorry if I'm late, I thought that you knew.
I'll be with you soon, just me and you.
I'm sorry I’m not on time; I would be if I could.
I’m doing all I can to be there, but I'm not feeling too good.


I'm not actually late, I'm early for tomorrow.
My death came a day early, along with your sorrow.
I wrote you a letter; it's in the post.
I'm sorry it's my last, but now I'm a ghost.
I'm sorry I didn't write earlier; I couldn't find a pen.
I'm sorry I've lost you, my only true friend.


If you cry,
Because I didn't arrive.
I'm sorry I'm late,
But today I died.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I wish


I wish I was better, but never, but never,
Will I ever be better if I’m not with you.
I wish forever that Heaven was never,
So far out of reach when I need to be though.


I wish this life didn’t have so much strife,
When I’m lacking a light to shine down on me.
I wish the knives were not pointing at mirror eyes,
Being held behind lies of a man of misery.


I wish I was free, but that will never be,
Because all I believe is the total deceit.
I am trapped in this being, always dreaming of seeing,
But always so blind to a utopian dream.


I wish I could talk, like I was wielding a sword,
But I am too lyrically weak to stop you being bored;
So I will take this door and close it behind,
Desperately hoping you walk through it, through kind.


I wish I was you, just to not be me,
But that will never be; I am not that clean.
I wish you were *****, so I could be flirty,
But it is too early to speak of such things.


I wish you were near, so you could hear,
My pitiful cry for sympathy.
I wish you were here, to be my seer.
I wish you could show me it will get better.
I wish you could show me how to see.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Shining light


I could be the one with the song,
Who you think has got it going on.
I’m a fading star heading for the grave,
Begging to be saved; but it is too late.


I’m only joking, these aren’t the last days;
They’re the first, like a burst of light that creates,
A joyous day because we met each other
And now you’re my only and favourite lover.


Faint light glows then disappears from view;
You shine like the sun when you are ****.


My heart beats just for you in summer bloom,
Like flowers move towards the sun, I do presume.
I love you, my sunshine light of nice days;
May I dance with you in the dead of night, under a moonlit haze?
In the moon light I feel your light shine down on me and I feel alive.
With you I live in paradise.


You’re a beautiful star shining brightest for me
And I feel so alive when you set me free.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Goblin Face


Let me paint you a picture so you can picture my kiss.
You will never again be anywhere near it.
You no longer exist.  Why am I writing this?
I guess I need you to inspire my hatred.


You are not good enough to know of my love.
Go read a book.  Any ******* book!
You think you think you still know me.
Well let me send you an epiphany.
You are nothing to me.


I’ll see you around like a ghost that haunts me,
But all you will ever be is a distant memory.
The further the better; you never even loved me,
So all I am asking for is a world where you do not exist.


But here you are again on my wish list.
I wish it would die and get out of my life,
But it’s talons are hooked around my eyes.
Wishing to see what I can see.
Well here is some Kodak pity.
It goes away and it never comes back!
Ha, ha, ha ; ha, ha ; ha, ha ; ha, ha.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Roses and Sunbeams


Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart;
For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch.
She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start;
I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is my drug.


She leads me to distraction, for in her I eyes I am lost;
Hopelessly infatuated with her, I see only roses.
She brings me to Heaven and my trust is all it cost;
For she believes in my faithfulness and in her pocket are posies.


Her words are like sunbeams, bringing light to my darkness
And our candlelit romantic nights; shall never be soiled.
She can remember my love and forget any bitterness;
For I am here to cure her heart and our love can never be destroyed.


She is eternally locked, within a memory of happiness;
For she brings me warmth, when all else in the world is cold and black.
I am alive when our hands are together; embrace me my Goddess.
For I am enslaved by your beauty and I shall never fondness lack.


I have no need to speak to her of my lust for her body;
Because she can see clearly how much I love her; I glide.
In her arms I am forever gladdened, by her proximity;
But if she was ever taken from my eyes, I would surely die.


I need her presence beside me, to guide me along;
This story of a life, as of yet unseen by the world.
But inside her I find, I am locked forever, she is our song;
She is a poem, a poetess, a masterpiece…she is my girl.


She is the flick of the last paint stroke, on the Mona Lisa;
She is the full stop at the end of a play by Shakespeare.
She is the last chip off the shoulder, of the Adonis sculpture;
She is the seal to enclose the writings of a scripture of literature.


She is the last second of pregnancy; she is a new born baby.
She is the last, she is unique, she broke the mould; she is reverie.
She is the Gateway to Heaven; she is the perfect lady.
She is Gods day of rest after a week of creating humanity.


She is the last heartbeat of my life and she is love…
She makes me complete…she is the perfect finishing touch.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Kawehi : Part Six


There are no limitations inside your mind;
There are no limits to your potential.
I know you have found your calling; I think poetry is mine.
I think I could become a poet, but I could never be instrumental.


I need to write words because inspiration compels me.
I love to write words; be they about happiness or misery.
I need to speak of love, because I want it to be my destiny.
I love to speak of my love for Kawehi,
Because I love her music and I am in search of a woman called empathy.


If you can do it live, then your music will be alive!
It will exist wherever you play it and with you I am enthralled.

Bewitched by your spell, I am all done writing these rhymes,
Because your YouTube Mix is playing other people’s music now,
So I will continue to tell you I love you, another time…  
Au revoir to you all.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Worthless


Popular culture is so inconsequential;
All I see, I am growing to hate.
The time has come for someone to become beneficial;
Artificial is no longer needed.
You are starting to grate, without ever being great.


Faces without names, names without faces;
Relevance has never been so relevant.
Giving money to people who have not had to make it.
Share the wealth and do not care so much about yourself;
Spend the money before your fame is spent.


Debt collectors on the T.V., movie stars in between the films.
I fast forward and pay no interest to any adverts.
T.V. is tainted and full of people faking it; what is this?
Empty people with shallow sights.  What are you worth?


The rich get richer and their greed buys them more power;
The poor are still kept down like they were yesterday.
Nothing changes for the better; we are living by the hour.
Repeat your actions, we lack clarification;
Politicians have nothing to say.


In a depressing world, how do I raise a smile or a child?
All that has come before has affected my mind.
You are pathetically pathetic and you’re not even and so very trying!
Self-importance is praised in these darkest of times
And the rocket men have fallen from the sky.


Old songs remind us of what we used to have;
One hit blunders, Andy Warhol’s sad quote.
Strive for perfection
And do not just accept the substandard woman or man.
There are only a few diamonds in this mine of music;
T.V. is no longer worth watching and who is this star of the show?


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Electric


Electric dreams of better feelings,
Running through my veins.
Electric feelings you cause in me
And these feelings will drive me insane.
I’m crazy in love with you
And love is driving me crazy for true.


Electric lady blew my mind,
When she didn’t kiss me goodbye.
She kicked my backside out of the door
And our love was no more.


She broke me, so I can no longer find love.
She broke me; I am in need of a hug.
I loved her like I loved my drug,
But she broke me and left me for dead in the mud.


I loved her more than life itself
And she hurt me more than anyone else.
I wanted her love more than I feared going to Hell,
But she broke me and I am in need of some medical help.


Alone with my misery,
Alone with my thoughts.
Feeling fragility,
There is a fight to be fought.
I must beat this anger out of my mind,
Because a loss of direction is all I am able to find.


I need to fix myself or get some help,
Or fail to crave love and lose a piece of myself.
Here is my heart; it is pointless to me,
When all it does is pump blood through my body
And allow me to be.


Love is dead on this cold hard floor,
So I am heading through a different door.
Electric love was amazing, but she was never pure,
So love is no more and living life is now just a chore.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Timeline


The sands of time, the consistent line;
The fervent cause, takes with it each life.
The deaf, the dumb and the blind;
The man, the woman and the child.


No rest for death or for birth on this Earth.
No end in sight, no end of time.
This is the beginning of a whole new life;
This is the constant ending of a piece of mankind.


Until death do us part, our life on the line;
Our destiny is out of sight.
The one, forever, changing, consistency;
The timeline of life; no hands on time.


No clock to keep us in control;
No deadline, no lifeline, just death, life and my time.
A speck of light that may never be seen;
A visionaries ideological dream.
A figment of your imagination…
Or a glimpse of a universe that is forever in creation.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A sleeping dragon


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


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


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


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


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


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


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Bis


I was trying to build a future using the chaos theory,
But now is the time to compartmentalize.
I visualize a future happiness one day near me;
In love maybe with me, or because of me, despite.


If she is happy, then I will be happy.
I seek the extraordinary truth in you.
Do you fit the shoe of destiny?
Or is hot farfetched from obscurity?
Placed before me waving endlessly,
Look at me!  I am a mirage of what could be.


Things take time, the bigger the better.
Never say never or nothing lasts forever.
It is never too late to make a change,
Or learn from your mistakes, again.


Drag ink across the page with love, not rage.
Just say what needs to be said and keep the rest caged.
Be a poet of great understanding.
Truly amaze them and leave when they start clapping,
Shouting “Bis!” and “Encore!”
“We want more and more and more!”


That is the time to open your minds door
And then you step on through…
I wish you all the luck in the world.
Fly out into the blue.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Publisher and A Writer walk into a bar…
They both say “Ouch!”


Please My Omnipotent Publisher;
Please give me a break.
Give my poetry a chance to show,
I'm not second rate.
This book will sell and my words will be heard
And your company and I, will reap the rewards.


Let us start a new duo,
More famous / infamous than Bonnie and Clyde.
I must be published, before I die.


My legacy must be left, so my memory lives on.
I'm sure there are people out there,
Who will like my Poetry in E-Motion.


Please arrange a meeting, so I can discuss with you my work.
Please read my poems and songs, to see if I deserve,
You standing beside me,
When ‘Poetry in E-motion’ begins to sell
And standing in front of me with lawyers,
When they say go to Hell!


This poem is the warm up band, for releasing my novel.
I guarantee the sales of ‘Poetry In E-Motion’,
Will be more than trebled;
By
‘The Life and Times of Stumper Chubble’
And by my following novels,
Poetry, songs and My Own Bible.


So far I've written 600 poems / songs.
All I'm asking you for is to listen to one of them.
If you read another of my poems
And don’t think they are good enough…
Read just one more…
And it could change your world.


If you like one poem, you might like the rest;
Then maybe I can sign a contract with you; if you wish?

And if you like them all…

Well, then I'll write you a thousand more.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Alice


She was the one in whom I had found love at first sight.
In wonderland I gave a primal shout
And Alice came to rock out loud.
This head-banging beauty shone so bright;
I knew I had to make her mine this night.


In search of love, the boy of her dreams,
Stood in front of her at last to be seen.
She smiled because she knew her prayers had been answered;
She danced for me and she was my exotic dancer.


We spent the night together lost in each other’s eyes,
The stars above were the colour of disco lights.
Summer was gone but the heat was still here,
In her arms I felt something move me, so I let go of my fears.


In her is saw love shining back at me,
For in her beauty I could see she could give me all that I need.
Her smile was the smile of the Mona Lisa;
Such peace to be found in her, my panacea.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Kawehi : Part Three


No-one can be like Kawehi; but if you listen to her with me,
You will see the smile on my face and maybe, just maybe,
You will realise the love I have to give, is here inside your arms.
Hold me and never let go and in the morning set no alarm.
Let’s wake up together when we are fully rested,
So we can spend another day down with the gifted.


Yea-----h!!!  You rock!
I love her music…Mrs. Beatbox.
She can pick the right song and make it better.
I don’t have a new complaint; I am all apologies to any other.


Pop bands can try and try, but they will never be good enough.
Kawehi wins hands down; my soul has been shaken.
Throw down your remixing tools, because they have begun to rust.
If you want a song to be improved, she just makes it happen.


I am in nirvana, with Nirvana,
But when I hear Lucy leaving me to Kawehi’s wonders;
I just think she could never understand me,
So now she is just a memory.
My world revolves around my soul and you drown out all the thunder;
Noise only exists inside my headphones and you are no fictional reality.


No tomorrow could compare to the day I found your songs;
It’s a very, what?  Happy birthday!

So surprised to find you there,
Beneath the sounds of those who do it right
And you are able re-write the bad band’s wrong’s.
All you do is right to me and what more can I say?


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A darker shade of blue


The stars call to me through the use of a screen,
But my curtains are closed to them really being seen.
I’m scared of the dark, the night such a fright.
I wish my heart would allow me to not fear closing my eyes.


Sleep with one eye open, praying not to die.
An eye for an eye, in this world full of lies.
I am the day walker, incapable talker, memories stalker.
Midnights death.


I am so lost, I have lost the plot.
I reach for a God, but believe only with my final breath.
The nightmare continues, an eye to a view.
Beauty in natural form, my gift anew.


So dark in my heart, but still I continue.
Poet (slash) dreamer, if only they knew,
Do you think they could tell, the Hell in which I dwell?
The love that I hold has no-one under its spell.


So I stay in silence, lips unused, closing eyelids,
Soul a darker shade of blue.


(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Kawehi : Part Two


You are not the most famous singer;
Adele may be, but you are a wow!
You make a song, one piece at a time, even better.
I am addicted to your sound; you have a hold on my soul.


Come with me and dislike Britney,
But sing her songs to show her what she could and should have been.
I want a mind-meld connection to listen to your tunes,
So you can see how much I love the music you make
And all those things that you do.


Entice me into your covers and sing a song we know;
I think, I truly have found my soulful soul a new musical home.
You make it look so simple, but it is so unbelievable;
The music you make is perfect and unforgettable!


I guess I just can’t explain the way you make me feel! Oh!
You are my afternoon delight and you make the morning sun shine.
You bring a little bit of joy into my heart and how the time goes,
When I am having fun.
I am not Spartacus!  IamKawehi!  
And I love my mind.


Take all of my love; I have an endless supply for you.
I will just leave your voice on repeat and close my eyes and dream.
Wishing I could find more music, that is new,
But nobody is as good as you to my ears;
So I will play your music, time and time again and I will feel at ease.


Deeper I sink into the world of Kawehi;
If you want to love me, then you must share her empathy.
She rises with the machines and loves music so much;
A digital heart, under the headphones, sending out the sounds of love.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

New world story


In this new world a story was told;
The story spoke of love and life and times to come and go.
It broke apart any thoughts of always being alone,
Because the idea of a new love was enough to repair my broken soul.


It’s a lover’s world and she smiles endlessly,
Because inside she knows all things in this world belong to her.
It’s not a man’s world anymore, the new world changes continuously;
I am ok living in her world, because I know her worth.


Piece by piece we used to seek a new solution,
But with time came the realization that things would work out ok.
Day by day we learn and gain new intuition,
As another nightfall becomes morning,
The sunshine lights up her face.


Through rose tinted glasses I have learned to change my ways;
No more living in bad memories of forgotten days.
I will seek her love for the rest of my life
And every nighttime shall end with a lovers embrace.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

For Little Blue, I Love You


Hey there beautiful, why so sad?
What’s going on in that heart of yours?
You know I like you, but reality is bad;
For the truth is you are married,
But at least you are secure.


In the knowledge that my friend you are;
You shining star with such empathy inside.
You don’t drive a car, but you do raise your child,
With perfection I am sure, for you speak with such pride.


He’s lucky to have a mother like you,
So Peace, Love and Empathy to all who surround you.
To you Little Blue, I love your sorrow,
Give it all to me and be happy tomorrow.


I’ve seen you smile; I’ve seen you laugh.
I’ve confided my soul in you, in the past.
I’ve shown you part of the real me
And now I just wanted to say thanx.


I could speak to you when I was in love.
I could speak to you about smoking these drugs.
I could speak to you at random intervals.
I could love you as a friend, but nothing more.


For there are women I will meet throughout my life
And I will find them beautiful, as I do you my child;
For I speak as God now and I bless you – My gift to you.
You are an Angel, so I speak now just to Little Blue.


Become Little Pink and laugh, dance and love love.
Be happy forever, for your heart speaks of pure trust
And faithfulness; the thing I crave the most.
One day I shall find a woman, who has your thoughts of love.


She will be faithful, for that is what I admire the most;
Her past loves will become forgotten, as ghosts.
Her love will be true and she will be faithful like you,
For she will be a true believer in love; just like us two.


So to Little Blue; no sorry, Little Pink.
You are a wonderful Wife, Mother and friend
And I want to say thanx.


Peace, Love and Empathy.
Read ‘The Poem for all Females.’
It shows all women my heart
And sends my love to all the beautiful, faithful females.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Oceans have been born from the tears I have cried.


Life is an endless suicide.
Every day is a razor blade.
Oceans have been born from the tears I have cried.
I have nothing worth saying.


Nobody is worthy of my worthless love.
All things are above me;
I am your bug.
Squash me underfoot without a second to thought.
A liar is sought to take me to the sword.


Life is an egg-timer-paper-canvas.
Paint my reality.
Use only black ink to capture the essence of me.
No colours of light to be seen in this dystopia.
Futureless backdrop of eternity.


I coulda, I woulda, I shudder told ya,
That reality *****,
Like an endless vacuum cleaner of the space in-between,
Dreams and meanings.
When speaking of dreaming,
Never forget to tell all,
For the elapses we leave sheathed are the truth.
Let it be seen.
Do not hide beneath leaves,
Awaiting the spring of hopeful youth,
To wake you from your disparity.
Positively never, nothing but negativity.


Daylight is past,
We are tomorrow.
A day to mourn the loss of sorrow.
A day so hollow it cannot be followed,
For it is not worth discussing;
Things do not need sussing,
Or to be succinct;
I am out of ink.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Wonderful


You to me are wonderful; you came along and rocked my world.
You made me see, that I could be, anything I wanted to be.
You made me chase all of my dreams;
You made them become a reality.


The day you crashed in to my world;
The same day you became my girl.
The day we went for a drink in the pub;
The day we got extremely drunk.
The day you met some of my friends;
The day you wrote off my Mercedes Benz.


I drove along like every other day
And there you were, I saw your face.
I could see that you were besotted with me;
As deep into your eyes I could see.
You made the whole world disappear
And then you hit my car and then it got hit in the rear.


I don't recall his protestations;
I don't recall our head on collision.
I don't recall feeling any pain;
I think you kissed it all away.
As you floated down into my life,
I found love at first sight.
When you bumped into me, I got quite a fright,
Because you came along and completely changed my life.


The two of us, are now dancing hand in hand,
To the muffled complaints of an angry man;
But he cannot bring bad karma, into our bubble.
He cannot make either of us worry.
But please could I have your insurance details
And carry you away to the nearest hospital?
For you are not hurt and neither am I;
But I'd like to get away from that angry guy.
So could you pretend to faint and I'll carry you home,
So the two of us can be all alone.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

2 of 6


I can’t decide which woman I want.
I fancy six but it comes down to two.
I will probably end up with none,
But as I always have given you, this is my truth.


Honestly it is frustrating.
Can’t be bothered with all the dating.
Just want to say will you be mine?
But still in my mind I can’t decide.


One I know to be quite lovely.
One to me is a complete mystery.
The one I know has little flaws.
The unknown quantity could possibly have more.


One is single and could be dated,
Whilst the other I don’t know if she wants to be dating,
Or already has a love of her own.
Choices are discussed with you on my phone.


That’s how it starts,
With a self-sent text message.
Want one of two to be my missus.
See them talk and want them both,
But I’m getting old and they are both so far and yet so close.


One has beauty.
One is beautiful.
One might be perfect,
Though that is doubtful.


So which shall I choose?
I will leave it to fate
And wait for the day,
They ask me out on a date.


But the time is approaching.
The day of love Valentine.
Will you be mine?
Or will I never shine?


Left for dead, because of my head.
Can’t have only heart in charge.
Lust may lead, but I want more.
I want a connection which will never part.


The next is my last.
At least that is what I hope.
Don’t want a million to choose from.
Just a sign that says go,
An answer which is not no,
And a woman who understands why I say ‘nope, nope, nope’.


(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.