Best Kick Down Poems
Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; time is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I rip the rage right off of your folding face of fear
Your murdermask melts making everything crystal and clear
I kick down your doors of deception and deceit
One thousand locks and latches can't hide you from me
I chase you in your dreams like a serial stalker
I whisper to your soul through iron barred windows
Everywhere you look your eyes see me...but you refuse to realize
I am reality
I'm that smiling stranger that knows your most sinister secrets
I'm that forgotten fool hitchhiking through the desert
I'm that monster in your mirror that almost makes you scream
I'm that one you left to die beside a suicide stream
I'm that ghost of guilt with a gun and a grin
I pour gas upon your memories and strike a mad match of sin
I'm a word in the wind on a silent night
I watch you almost die of fear and fright
From me...you can never be free
Still you refuse to realize
I am reality
I hear the cries of a coward still you shall pay for your crimes
Captured and caged chained and confined
White bricks on the walls transform into a million movie screens
So ugly and unholy...now you see the unseen
Concentrated criminality...stuck with the damned now your doing the time
Viewed by x-ray eyes with x-rated minds
I watch you unravel
I watch you unwind
Now all you can see is me
Do you still refuse to realize?
I am reality
Why why why revile ya,
why why why revile ya,
the stinking rich want you for their *****,
at $4 dollars an hour,
and no more!
Aussie ships on the ocean are clueless,
the Aussies crew is gone, nothing new huh?
Replaced by twerps $4 an hour serfs,
the sour smell of the scab, is so screw loose,
Government cleaners got a pay cut,
$200 a week less in their kick,
Liberal bludgers persecuting but,
the greed could make you quite sick? Huh,
Police shootings now are so common,
with one million scabs on our shores,
one million now out of work,
desperation does kick down these doors,
cheap labour fifo scabs,
@ $4 an hour an no more,
McDonald kids soon to be out of work,
Child labour $8 the score?
Third world Australia is coming,
the poor exploited for sure,
the happy rich are a humming,
and the poor are the bloody paw paw.
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JIMMY THE TUBE
Here's the story of Jimmy the Tube
who greased his mind with stupid lube.
He watched TV day and night
end result he wasn't bright.
While watching ball one afternoon
in through the door walk three big goons,
New World Order nazi guys
looking for some exercise.
They took their sticks went thump, thump, thump
and Jimmy's head grew bump, bump, bumps.
They threatened him with FEMA camps
and electric shocks of mega amps.
And as they turned him black and blue
they teased "How else can we help you?"
Jimmy groaned and begged them for
a rundown of the football scores.
They then kicked Jimmy in the spleen
just as his girl walked on the scene.
She cried in horror and alarm
"Don't you know the game is on?"
The goons then quickly left the mess
notified of a wrong adress.
They left Jimmy broke and numb
and the color of a plumb.
Now the moral here is know the score
before the goons kick down your door.
Turn off the tube and get alert
for the New World Order hurt.
Jimmy healed but died of spam
that he swallowed with the can.
They buried Jimmy extra deep
in case his brain sprang a leak.
On his tombstone letters told
in a warning big and bold...
On this planet evil lurks
and watching TV makes you jerks.
Waiting,
For someone that's never there
Looking
Thru imaginary air
Hoping
But nobody really cares
Talking
To friends who never dared
To pay your fare.
.
Dreaming
But your dreams have seemed to morph into nightmares
.
Little man, how big are your dreams?
Big man, your so much smaller than you think.
The eleventh hour is raining down on you it seems
And at the end of the day, we all get paid the same.
.
Your picture's on a milk carton that no one's drinking from.
Your brain is full of sound bites
Eight seconds long
They were walking far beneath you or so you thought
.
Wake up
So you can tell yourself to go back to sleep
Drinking tap water from Detroit
Telling everyone Just what you think, you are
You don't dare disappoint
By telling them the truth
About the laissez faire
That you've created upon the broken man's back
You've redacted his truth
By telling him your facts
Yet you're alone
Convincing them to kick down the door
Of the dreamer's home
For thinking thoughts you never authorized
You punish men for looking in your eyes
For you know amidst that nothingness nothing can hide the lies
.
So I say
.
Let the dreamers dream
Let the little children laugh and sing
Let men reach for the promises
Of the Kingdom's King
Let truth resound and let their freedom ring
Let dancers dance let poets rhyme and let the singers sing
And maybe then someday again
We all will learn to breathe and we'll be free
Oh little man just how big are your dreams?
That clock down the hall it ticks and it tocks
That hall's neverending and leads straight to Hell
My heart drowns in despair since she just disappeared
Eyes and ears filled now falling and scorching my soul
Where acid rain pours and radiation rots...Damn those tick tocks and teardrops
She came like the sun...sexy,shining,and slow
Like the night she just vanished
Sex in the shadows of dawn and of dusk
I kick down doors and break triple locks
Driven by damnations desire...Damn those tick tocks and tear drops
I cried her a river of rage and revenge
Left dry in the desert...like a beast on a binge
The slow soul singe
Frenzied on the fringe in fields of fire
I search and I seek like a hunter for hire
I want to let her go but I just can't stop...Damn those tick tocks and teardrops
Now I'm locked in her love in her prison of pain
She lies and she laughs and she drives me insane
Like flowers of 4ever that never wither or die
Like a warewolves uncontrolled urges and wants
Driven to destruction...like a dime I drop...Damn those tick tocks and teardrops
One would think we would come to a place
Where we can bow out of life's hectic race
Find that one spot where we have our own space
But as I make my way I find this isn't the case
We are taught to always do our best
To look at life as if it was some kind of test
But some of us are just thrown into the mix
We start off with challenges and problems to fix
But I never look at it as if my life has been hindered
I handle it all by keeping a few things remembered
That nothing special in life has been promised to me
And by accepting that whatever will be will be
Though my hurdles in life seem to be an endless list
I seem to be blessed with some special gifts
One being the inner strength that i have in my soul
To never be one to let life take its toll
I will take on most anything and with that being said
I am not one to have anything looming over my head
By protecting myself I was protecting my mother
She needed protecting after losing my sister and brother
But this was something not natural to me
I'm more of one to kick down the door if there isn't a key
Now that she's gone that obligation now done
She was able to pass on having one healthy son
I am one of many, though not all may agree
But most will say "eventually it will happen to me"
Now comes my time to set my soul free
And to take on this monster they call HIV
I won't say there's no fear of course I have some
But I don't want anybody thinking what has he done
To let this define me and to some it might
I don't really care who thinks that I'm wrong or I'm right
With support or alone on the darkest of night
It was time to stop running and to stand up and fight
The endless testing and fear of receiving a positive test
In some ways it feels good to have that part put to rest
I've always battled for others with an iron fist
But now my fight goes to the front of the list
So to all, some still here and some in the here after
I want the air filled with smiles and with laughter
My plead is no pity or tears to be shed
I want only positive thoughts in everyone's head
To all that I love this is what I ask you to do
Simply love me the way I love you
You would not know the beauty of light.
were it not for the existence of night
You would not know to fear the dark
were it not for the joy that lives inside your heart.
We live our lives by comparison,
you know this to be true.
When nothings worthy of your greatest defense,
you have nothing much to lose.
Why long for touching the sky
when you barely know how to walk?
Why start staring contests with the walls.
(I told you long ago, they DO not talk!)
Why dread something will end
if it never really began?
Why build yourself a home
if all you have is sand?
Why dream at all
when nothing is guaranteed?
Why take the leap of faith
when you're most likely gonna bleed?
You think it's all just a game
because life dealt you a crappy hand.
You gotta ask questions, and take nothing for granted,
if you can ever wish to understand.
It's perfectly normal
to let the floodgates gush out,
or get bloody knuckles
from thrashing at trees.
With all your strength keep forging ahead,
it's what's life's all about.
When the path set before takes leaps and dives,
you say yes, please,
and thank you kindly!
We don't bother with the spiel;
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
for that does nothing for you.
Indeed there is a time for everything,
and right now the time to fortify
is long overdue.
It's you who do none or these things:
lose control, stumble, and cry out,
who are the ones I say a prayer for.
Even keymakers and wisdom teachers
take month long vacations.
Sometimes you just gotta kick down the door!
And say "Here I am, now take your best shot!
I'm ready to claim what I have so passionately sought!"
It's time we take this transformation
from squeamish boys into sturdy men.
I'll give your personality a good hard kick in the stones,
you need only say when.
im going to become myself
and never live to die
im never gonna tell the world
im done,iwont break down and cry
ill never be what you all want
so ill just be myself
i find if i do what i need
ill find eternal wealth
so try and stop my path or way
ill just kick down blockades
ill rebel the system's way of life
when tired rest in the shade
ill walk until the day i die
my jacket as my roof
ill stay myself and laugh out loud
because i know the truth
I'm obselete,
Yesterday's news
Cast aside
In the name of progress
Left on the shelf
To wither and die
Like a dusty ZX Spectrum
Or Polaroid camera
Out of sight
And out of mind
No longer a burden
For my beloved family
I pray for death
To kick down the doors
And end these lonely hours
Of staring into space
He's the one thing
That never goes out of date
So please deliver me
To heaven's gate
Got it blastin
Pumpin up my blood
Ready to scream
Eager to fight
Kick down the door
Up all night
Rock in my ears
Lust in my eyes
Rippin it up till the sunrise
Screaming I want Rock N Roll
So put another dime in the jukebox baby
Yelling Hey Hoe
Never been so glad to see a b!tch go
Rock in the day
Rock in the night
Sam Adams
Has a bitter sarcastic
Cutting attitude
Infamous for his Adam’s wit
Much feared and hated
But many laughed along
As his wit was just so funny
Unless you were the victim
Of his verbal cuts and put-downs.
Often unloading on people
His bitter sarcastic cuts
Designed to humiliate
And hurt, zeroing in on your faults.
A true master
Of the kiss up
Kick down
Intimidation philosophy of life.
He was a verbal bully
And like most bullies
Could dish it out
But did not appreciate it
When it was returned
Back to him.
It was a time that I will never forget,
a time of grunge, flannel, and war;
A War on authority, a war on what we knew;
Electric colors and synthesizers are gone;
I remember the death of hair metal,
and the birth of a much grittier truth;
Fangs were so easy to hide in ‘85,
yet it’s 1993 that left it’s mark on me;
Less acceptable distractions from ‘real’
made concealment a much tighter trick;
Oh 90’s energy and its desire to explode,
to create revolution kick down every door;
Although viewed by some as a renaissance,
this decade to me felt more like a demise;
A demise of decadence, a demise of phony;
It’s been a century now, things do change;
I’ve survived death many ways, many times;
Living through the 90’s I will never forget.
Hubris is not my nature
I like my self to be tapered
Into humility rather than arrogance
If I do anything of significance
I play it down rather than flag it up
Maybe that's why my success has not amounted to much
I keep my head down but my hopes up high
My feet I always keep on the ground
Ensuring that my heads not lost in the clouds in the sky
Maybe if I pushed myself forward more
I purr rather than roar
Maybe then if I kick down a few doors
That refuse to open
I would achieve a whole lot more
But hubris is not my nature
And that the twist
This whole writing caper
Is making a noise and splash
Thrusting yourself in the limelight
Not hiding at the back
So I might just have to change my ways
And put on a whole ridiculous display
So that people start to read me
And finally get to know my name.
As I get older I’m taking a liking
To relive my youth and go motor biking
To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear
And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear
My hair flowing free as I ride without care
My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’
I told her there’s one thing that time never steals
The rush that a man only feels on two wheels
And out on the road in all my old leathers
My gas driven steed shall vanquish all weathers
I’ll ride and I’ll ride till my legs are like jelly
She said that those leathers won’t cover that belly
Give me dirt on my face and flies in my teeth
Akin to a cow-herder out driving beef
The pounding of pistons driving me on
The joy of not knowing where to or where from
She said okay go be a speeding banshee
But don’t go too far in case you need to pee
I had to relent there’ll be no pennies spent
I can’t blame the wife, her thoughts were well meant
Don’t wanna get caught short in skin hugging leathers
There’s must be more ways to escape boredom’s tethers
And so this is me, not wild and not free
Just a wannabe biker writing bike poetry