The world spins fast, I can't keep pace,
Thoughts collide in a crowded space.
Endless whispers, too sharp to hear,
I can't escape, they're always near.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Every swallow brings a bitter taste,
A sickness I can't seem to erase.
I want to rest, but the noise won't fade,
A mind in chaos, so deeply afraid.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Will I ever find a way to slow this storm?
To heal the wounds that I can't transform?
Or am I meant to wander, lost in the tide,
With thoughts that pull me from side to side?
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
When he reclined with me in the autumnal blessed, moonlight of stars and desire.
He whispered closely , “Being with you, is like sitting next to a flaming, Greek fire.”
9/20/25
Spotify
I wanted to let everyone know
that my new album Invisible is on Spotify
and all streaming platforms!!
Look for John Derek Hamilton and 12 songs should appear.
Hope you can check them out
and please comment which one you like the best.
I will be posting some other songs here
but the more radio worthy songs
will continue to be available on Bandcamp.com
and all streaming services like Amazon, Tidal, and Spotify.
Thanks for all of your support!
Cheers John
It's a love unending, a feeling I cannot deny…
It's a love unspoken told in the face of a lie.
Yet, it's the truest love I have ever known…
this unexplainable emotion that between us has grown.
It's a love of confusion, this feeling I must hide,
and my tears show my weakness as this feeling grows inside.
I cannot be with you, yet I cannot bear to be apart,
and time has become my greatest pain, every second breaks my heart.
I'm living with a memory, holding only a glimpse of the past.
And I've surrendered my soul to a passion that I cannot have.
I've found comfort in a touch that I have never felt,
embracing a feeling of a desire that I have never held.
If I let reality slip away, I can hide with you in my dreams,
and we can finally be together, no matter how wrong it seems.
I'll lay deep in your arms, and let life slip away,
and as the shades of night turn into another day,
I'll hide deep in your thoughts and these feelings that we share,
will never have to go away, even if they were never there.
Observe the garden ninja
on the attack
a leaf blower
strapped to their back
and a lawn mower
but no sack
to collect the clippings
merely making noise
severely reducing weeds
and flowers alike
'til they're nought but seeds
and when they strike
producing fumes
from badly-burned
fossil fuel ill-consumed
on the wind to be returned
from whence they once were
all flora is sadly doomed
What is the aspect of life? when your stuck in the matrix, do you still see the light?
Do your run, walk, or crawl? why in every turn there's a wall? And all you can do is call!.
But silence seeps through every crack!
And you look around and no one's calling back!
Why have faith, when you have doubt? It's like everyone's being a scout, looking out! giving us doubt, about every truth we seek out!
What is family?
cause family will do you like dirt, and then ask for satisfaction, but you hurt.!
We struggle everyday, but life's just a game we play.
Were all in the matrix phaze. All stuck in a daze!
JUST KNOW...
Life repeat's, until the end of days!.
By: Keanna Williams
When “pretty” really is never pretty enough
The pressure to look like everyone else is such a hassle. The pressure to have prettier eyes, skin, hair, body shape, and everything else. So why is everyone always so pressured to look different than they are. “The pretty girls have is better.” “The handsome boys have it better.” Why do we think like that. Well honestly, I don’t know because I do the same. “I wish I was prettier.” “I wish I had pretty blue eyes.” “I wish I had bigger hips.” Why can’t we be happy with what we have? “Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.” -Naya Riveria. Where like butterflies. We can’t see our own wings but other can. Other people can see that your pretty or handsome but you can’t. Im sitting here writing this while im not even taking advice. I do wish i was prettier, i do wish i looked different. So why is pretty never pretty enough for anyone.
The love song with no lyrics
that is the reality of my life.
The empty tin with no noise
that is my cry.
The holes I patch
Open up new wounds.
The pressure of pain bursts out loud
like a broken water pipe.
All my memories are stored away
in a dark cloud
that rains
every time I recall
the fantasy of our love.
You wanted laughter,
so I rehearsed a smile.
I tied my soul to my words for you.
I learned to hold the storm,
swallowing the thunder
so your sky stayed clear.
The beautiful storm,
the sweet salt,
the calm sea,
the perfect love
oh, what a fantasy.
I patched the flame
with borrowed words and lullabies,
played our record
until it ran out of words.
I became fluent in silence
just to keep your peace,
but it screamed inside me
louder than love ever did.
I held the door open for you for so long,
I forgot how to close it on myself.
Oh, the irony of love.
Every smile I wore for you
left bruises on my soul.
Now I drown in the floods
I never let out.
And I wonder…
was my love letter
mailed to the wrong address?
Romance roaming in
singling sensation
tingling passion rolled
with dream soaring high.
Storm of betrayal suddenly rose.
Pretty poetry drooped to dreary despondency.
they take me for granted, I feel ignored and small
Six live in this house, and no one thanks me at all
they use me every day, I am imperative to them
They slam my door and give me a headache; I’m Jim.
I keep their food cold, my freezer keeps them healthy too.
They have allowed me to get filthy, I am full of sticky goo.
When was the last time someone washed me? I really don’t know.
The little ones sometimes stand inside on my edge, hurting my toe.
I am tired of this treatment, would run away if I could to the moors.
I snicker a bit, thinking about how this would feel to these boors.
Twenty years I have been here, keeping their milk ready to drink.
I am not alone in these thoughts, ask the oven and the sink.
They, the flock of cockatoo
Living together, form a society
And crackling all time
Discussing things might
I cognize anything of that
What I do understand for sure
They, the highness, are proud
Of living in the trees, a tribe life
Or flying in the sky, cloud alike
They care me not for sure
Especially as to my thoughts
They,snobby,come to me
Not for what I said
But for whatever they can get
Big ol’ Big Mac
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m exhausted with exhaustion.
I wish I had the money to retire,
But that is not up for discussion.
I can’t sink my teeth into a big ol’ big mac.
The motivation I lack to go and fetch that.
I’m not too skint and I’m not a skin flint,
I just don’t have the energy of an energy drink.
I’m thinking of food when I know I can’t eat.
I’d love to meet the best version of me,
But he does not exist,
He is lost to the past.
Damn that life was hard,
But we sure did have some laughs.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Line of inquiry:
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect."
Though ailing on my deathbed, someday I will be
no claim to fame and glory will I seek for me.
No title of greatness nor prize of stardom won
for nothing truly remarkable in life have I done.
I shall not whimper if death hovers, nor shed a tear.
It is not my lack humility or a merciless God I fear.
Aware of my faults; He knows I've things to regret
No angelic halo circles my head, nor divine coronet.
If near death, I should feel His presence in command,
I'd prostrate myself before Him, for I dare not stand.
Down on my knees in praise, is where I'd belong
I'm but a grain of sand, a human who's done wrong.
No questions does God need ask. He knows my heart.
Faith in Him is my bulwark, my haven, my rampart.
I am not a worthy soul to look upon my Creator's face,
On the verge of death, I'll rely on His mercy and grace.
I felt her tears that I never saw
The pain in her heart that she bore
All of my lies that burnt into her soul
Her broken body as I destroyed her whole
I walked away like I didn’t care
Now her pain is mine alone to share
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
Should’ve stayed, should’ve explained
That to someone else I was chained
That I was just out to have some fun
It would be over once I was done
I never thought I was doing her wrong
And that to her alone I would belong
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
Now her tears have turned into oceans
As she’s drowning me with her emotions
Where it’s her turn to feel my pain
As my love for her I did not retain
I had let her go without a thought
Left her heart beyond distraught
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
I feel her, I feel her, o' yeah I feel her
I feel her . . .
Our deathbed waits for no one
It has legs with wheels following close
Fore the fastest mako breaching/brought
Can slam into your reality, splatterpunk
Does the higher-ups work w/bridge$
Against the chernukha backdrops
Titan Arumatic therapeutic extras
Granite broke down into atoms you couldn't comprehend
Without a micro/scope, dreamstate dialog
Promisee talking about power, Faustian tête-à-tête
Hungry colorful golf ball(sp)oons, aim for pupils
Falcon will drop the rabbit, serpentine dance
Snake may hold insidious ideas, draw a line
That word it rights is the mise-en-abyme
In cursive with dark reverie
I'll die for literary nuance
My pages are empty-handed
Lines intersect in geometrical artistic expression
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