All my life, I witnessed many times,
People walked into my life,
Quickly we shared our soul and mind,
Then, for one reason or another
They eventually disappeared.
Some abruptly and left me with wonder,
Some with excuses and left without a trace.
Others just not interested and gone for ever.
It took me almost one year,
To let BB goes without a closure.
The way JC come and leave,
Triggered me emotionally upset.
JN on the other hand,
This was the second time,
She repeatedly made false promises,
Despite I asked her to focus.
Make no mistakes nor errors.
She just did not listen,
Bad things kept on happened,
Led me to make decision,
Our friendship must end.
It was quite ashamed,
The way the relationships came and went.
I go to bed at three,
I usually wait beneath the plum tree,
That tree is useless like my name,
You and I are in a blissful game!
You are too sweet for me,
Never lived inside me as if you were a great flea,
You are too weak for me,
Never spent a day without thinking of me!
But do you care who I am?
Do you know what it means to be my charm?
Are you my affluent appetite?
I am never your desired guide.
I am the master of manners to you,
I was not willing to sacrifice my mind for you,
You are always ready to make a voyage with me,
I never think of you that we can be a cherished memory.
My coffee never turns cold when you are sitting beside me,
Sleep tight until the sun rises in your daydream,
You do not need to discern what's inside my head,
I am on another trip just before you wake up and call me the beheaded.
I loved that man with a hunger, the
Forbidden fruit of my aged old youth, and
Future grief. I was too green, yet laid like root
My blind side none the wiser.
I loved that man with a hunger, but
God only knows, I've known raw pain
The fall and rise of life again
My blind side none the wiser.
I loved that man with a hunger, but
Good God Almighty made me see
I strayed to snare of the enemy
My blind side woke up much wiser.
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I gave my all to thee
then fell to my knees
feeling robbed.
I was given Risperdal
that released me of rage
against my foolish ways
floating on cloud nine
that held my self-centered ways at bay.
I had to have thee
loving little old me
as if tulips held the power and smell of love.
I was not alone; and
clamored to your kindness
yes, the number of times you arrived
dressing me anew
driving me to banquets
my heart was in it for all the wrong reasons:
the loss of my eldest brother
the loss of my eldest sister
the shedding of addiction skin.
I gave my all to thee, and
I feared you left me dangling.
I threw lemon merengue pie in your face, and
learned a lot about love, and spiritual maturity.
It's true you drove from New York to big sky country
seeing for yourself I was fully wedded.
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Lavender smell of Long Beach once more
eclectic vibes suffused the air
sheer curtains twiddled by Gulf breeze
Big sky, green of pines
nostalgia rained supremely pure
irises seventy years strong
Blinding of a blue bird
lightening flashed warnings
rain clouds frolicked with thunder
Valley of fire and ice
flight of a bluebird
the lighthouse as gift.
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You're only young once, but can always be immature
As long as you live, trust me, I know this to be fact for sure
I'm a prime example
A perfect sample
Of immaturity, you can surely be assured
Hi Instagram here's why you need to stop showing me he is seeing my stories.
Cause He ain't gonna come visit my profile.
He ain't gonna tag.
All you know is he is online and all I know is it ain't for me.
Hi WhatsApp. Here's why you need to stop showing me he is online.
Cause that online ain’t ever turning into typing.
He isn't going to call.
All you know is he is online and I ain't getting no texts ever.
Hi Facebook here's why you need to stop showing me he is online.
Cause he doesn't care about what happened a year ago today,
He ain't gonna visit my profile like he used to.
All you know is he is online. All I know is, it is from you that it all began..
Bucking bronco, rotating out the gate,
Ton of flesh, an expression of hate,
Provoked to anger in a pen,
Intentionally, by rodeo men.
Brutal Tongue, through lips at rapid rate,
Can unload tons of passion and hate,
Provoked to anger from within,
Intentionally, by devilish fiend.
Burning like a wildfire out of control,
Stronger than firefighters on patrol,
Each one can hit like a lightning jolt,
Bronco with shock; man with thunderbolt.
Midst man or beast; taming the wild is hard,
Cowboy or steed in rodeo yard,
Tongue or bronco with flaming ire,
“Tis hard to bridle a burning wildfire.
I. Lyric Written in 1958 at Age Eight
Sung with Friends on the Schoolyard
to the tune of "Curiosity Killed the Cat"
from Peeping Penguins (1937)
There's poopoo on the ground
There's poopoo on the ground
Looks like it, smells like, tastes like it too
Put your foot in it and it sticks like glue
There's poopoo on the ground.
II. Lyric Written in 2018
Sung While Walking the Dogs
to the tune of "Smile a Little Smile for Me"
by The Flying Machine
Poop a little pile for me
Rose Marie, you must keep on pooping
Poop a little pile for me
Rose Marie, my baby.
You're only young once, but you can still be immature
As long as you live, trust me, I know this for sure
I'm a prime example
A perfect sample
Of immaturity, you can surely be assured
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.
You can only be young once, but you can always be immature
As long as you live, trust me, I know this to be fact for sure
I'm a prime example
A perfect sample
Of immaturity, you can surely be assured
Easily swayed
Hooked on things
Instead of the king
With Him not spending
Private time
High level of viscosity
When preacher teaches
The Word uncompromised
He or she looks the
Other way
Still walking with
Bad company
Hadn't allowed God
To fully drive them
To their destiny
Giving hell to
Anyone who is
Living well
Or setting sail
To live in the
Sea of righteousness
In order to get
God's best
Yes the spiritual
Immature places
A detour on
Your successful
Journey to living
More pure than
Before. God's
Plans for you
Still stands,
But do what
You're supposed
To live your
Life that's true
He wants his kids
To not be faded.
He wants you
To be able to
Recognize when
Spiritual immaturity
Is illustrated.
"In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food!" Hebrews 5:12