This is what I get?


I need to say Hakuna Matata, but I cannot bury these memories.
This world makes me feel like saying see you later,
But still I drift along these turbulent seas.
I oversee and become all seeing,
Inside these visions I paint with words.
I wish I was dreaming and no longer screaming!
Because you are a long time dead, down there in the dirt.


Zombie with a heart shaped heart;
Painting pictures, writing art.
Empty your mind upon this canvas;
Discover the truth that lies beneath the scars.


Anti-psychosis and anti-happiness;
Bless this mess I call a head.
All my life I have been devoted to love
And this is what I get!!!?


Vacant on vacation with medication;
Let’s fix this soul and mind meld a connection.
Show me you and I will tell you of me;
Peace, love and empathy will set us free.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

There's a flower
that grows
in the darkness.
It actually flourishes
in the shade.

It blooms in spite
of the darkness
when sunlight
begins to fade.

So many reasons
it shouldn't exist.
I wish it’s beauty
could be celebrated
with a smile.

As one of
those flowers  
I may as well bloom,
because it’s gonna be
dark for a while.

There’s a flower
that grows in darkness.

~
She leans over the sink
weight on her toes
to applied lipstick
in quick certain strokes,
the way a man signs
his hundredth signature
of the morning.

With lips of convictionless curvature
as the lipstick retracted like a red eel
all day she left her mark
on everything she kissed.
Even the air remarks
like intoxicating news
whispered from ear to ear.
~

.
Through a forest glade
and down a narrow path
there stands a sacred tree
with its heart torn in half.

Bramble clings to its trunk
ivy covers over its bark,
reaching up for the light
fighting against the dark.

Forgotten by the woods,
ignored in a crowded place,
for it yearns for attention,
just a little tender grace.


© Pagan Paul (27/06/19)