Symbols and signs,
Revealing the Divine,
I shine in my own time,
Climbing into your awareness,
Sharing in this experience,
I take a chance to light you up,
My cup full of information,
An imagination of creation,
Stationing myself for all to see,
The fire rising inside of me,
Blazing a path to eternity,
I burn through every entity,
Electricity is the force in you,
Use it to make it through,
The gauntlet within you,
View it from another angle,
A sign from an Angel,
A symbol to change,
Rearrange your thoughts,
You were taught to be small,
Crawl out from the stone,
We are not alone,
You've been shown the sign,
You are divine,
Align with the force,
Saddle up the fire horse,
Of course there is fear,
That is why you are here,
Clear away the old ways,
Stay true to you,
Through all the trials,
Smile at what you can do,
With the fire rising inside you.
I leave behind my cherished gift of Love.
It is the incarnate as a beautiful spirit soaring from above.
Remember me when my life recedes as my soul gives.
Yes, I truly, in my own time and way, have lived.
Evolving into a pure state of joyful and wonderful love, I begin to cry.
I am touched by your sorrow and mournful loss, as we say goodbye.
Please be of good cheer and with heart, celebrate my dash.
In this dash we all have lived in love that will forever last.
I will be here with my brother Jesus to embrace you when you leave.
Please give them the gift of our Fathers Love so they will believe.
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Are you going my way? He asked.
I shook my head no
because....
I am going my own way
In my own time
with my own ideas,
my own thoughts,
my own spirit guides.
This guy asked me another question
But I glared him down and he left.
It has taken me a long time to get here
But now that I am,
no one is going to distract me.
I am journeying toward the destiny of my heart
it is easier for me to get there
if there is silence, so I can concentrate on me.
One last time
The stage is mine
The Media's stunned
That deal now canned.
What were they thinking
With clearly no inkling
I'd throw in a wrench
And create such a stench.
Congress in tatters
The Senate all flutters
Biden in hiding
With me still presiding.
As to those in the country
Needing such bounty
In my own time
I may give them a dime.
Some might well suffer
Just makes them far tougher
Christmas or not
I won't be forgot.
Bottom line folks
And this isn't a hoax
They robbed me this time
But the country's still mine
What's a few years
Watching Biden in tears
I'll show that has-been
By getting back in!
My soul is locked within my deepest thoughts
Behind this face that welcomes most unwelcomed foes.
I shall not trust my innermost secret thought-paths
To the warm, but unsolicited, glances you cast
My way. Neither shall I tell you what I most fear,
Nor what I might like about you should I later be
Enticed to care. First, you must allow me slowly
To come around, releasing my deeply-seated reserve
Of carefully protected secrets, so prudently stowed,
In my own time, so essential are they to who I am.
Then, and only then, will you penetrate the façade,
For I alone hold the keys to my private paradise locked
Away. And only then, will you know me completely
As you will already be, to your surprise, known to me.
I am at the stage of my life where I can do what I want.
If I say no, don’t, beg, give me guilt or try to cajole.
I will not take any guff or persuading, so you had better hunt
For an accommodating person who will care more for your goal.
I have my own interests, things that can make my day fun.
I gladly entertain myself and do things in my own time and place.
I do not care that you need day care and you are under the gun.
I have already put in my time, been contributing member to the human race.
Now my time is my own, and I do it up proud.
I paint, and cartoon, and I draw pictures of stuff.
I live in the moment, away from all kind of a crowd.
I do whatever I want, and I will not take any guff.
All I wanted to do is lip-sync, you may say
In my tiny room, in my own time, as you may say
Your wish is my command, is it not?
Who will say that they are nominated people for welfare?
Not to discriminate, not to dominate for a nonending perennial time.
Be it a film actor
Be it an anchor
Or
Be it the president.
I am loosing myself in your eclipse of total recall
An autobiographical whim.
Know for sure, I never needed or never will need your autograph.
As a song is fading in you too..
A faded tune of a far away song.
On a melancholic enigmatic evening.
Which is felt only moments before to bid farewell.
Religion binds us in guilt
Using sins it restricts
Religion with its dogmatic doctrines
Feels the need to control everything
Demands we worship at their feet
Expects supplication and blind belief
Encouraging you part with cash
Like that will bring redemption back
No matter how devoted you may be
It doesn't stop them judging harshly you and me
But the truth is I reside in love
When I converse with my God
In my own space and in my own time
God is omniscient by design
So he hears me no matter where I be
And God always watches over me
Hears my wishes and no my dreams
He is never to busy to visit me
I don't need churches, mosques or temples
And I won't be made to fear or tremble
My God is peaceful, forgiving and gentle
My God is everything that is resembled by love
And by compassion and kindness too
I love my God and he loves me too
And he gave me free will to pick and choose
Just how I live my life
He trusts me to live it right
So I struggle each day
To make my God proud each day
So I worship my God in my own unique way.
I went out for a walk in the evening
Kept my pace with the sinking silent sun
My wife called she went for a brief shopping
And would be back home before I return.
I came back in my own time not so quick
Found the door locked for she hadn’t returned
Held hostage on the road by the traffic
Made me realize how our times’ wheel turned.
I sat tired on the dark steps of the door
Searched the memory when this happened last
Finding none I told mind already sore
Think a sonnet on things that happen first.
Locked out by modernity chaotic
My mind tried to make the wait poetic.
On a lonely night you're the one I think about
You're who I'm talking to when I pour this ink out
I think about you on a lonely night knowing we can't repair it
I want us to grow slowly, but you're ready for kids and marriage
I'm not ready for that yet so we had to go our separate ways
I'm hurting right now, but I know there will be better days
We can say it wasn't, but I guess it was meant to end like this
A person was never in love if they mend really quick
You're no longer in my life, but I wish you were
Right now I'd love nothing more than a kiss from her
But you're not coming back, so I'll write this instead of texting you
I'll move on in my own time, but right now I'm having trouble forgetting you
You were a great girl, the type most men would cherish
I just wasn't ready for Children and marriage
I guess I've still got some growing up to do, but at least I'm honest
Everything you want, I really hope you manage to find it
On a lonely night you're the one I think about
You're who I'm talking to when I pour this ink out
I think about you on a lonely night knowing we can't repair it
I wanted us to grow slowly, but you're ready for kids and marriage
Heavenly beings.
Eternal in Heaven.
The day is warm, but the air is cool,
As I sit here watching an angel, who is sat upon a toadstool.
She plays the harp and whispers a song
And all around, children and their families are sat listening in silence.
They are loved; each and every one.
She is beauty in this place of peace;
Her blonde hair gently blows in the breeze.
Blue butterflies hover all around her.
The sun is shining on us all as she plays her harp
And softly she sings her words into the air.
Tiny gnomes march past and the children glance up and smile,
At the unicorn that accompanies the gnomes, as they walk on by.
They are heading off to see God and the angels inside;
While we sit here on the outside, in the morning light.
I decide to go with them and leave the music behind;
I have a job to do, so I must do it, but I can do it in my own time.
You see, I am a poet and this allows me to be free,
Of those things which hold other people trapped;
Those things like obligations and duty.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I draw their spirits close to me and breathe,
and still I find, there's something to believe.
I need their energies to make me strong.
I hear the subtle echoes: Samhain's song.
Nobody feels my reason - hears my rhyme.
My rhythms only work in my own time.
My words - they might make sense in my own mind.
My friends need other words - ones I can't find.
There is an angel buried somewhere near,
who told me that there's nothing left to fear.
Now, all my friends who've passed or gone away -
this is one life. What more is there to say?
In this one life, I'll mend what I can mend.
True friendship is eternal - has no end.
There is a secret place,
out in my own time space.
You have to enter in a fast pace,
like you are trying to win a race.
I entered through a sinking door.
Inside there are many wonders galore.
Many things in store.
Nothing in there will be a bore.
This place should be banned.
No one should enter, it's surrounded by sinking sand.
If they try to enter ,there punishment should be gran,
they should be whipped by hand.
This place is easy to forget.
It seems like a threat.
This place can put you in debt.
So fly far away on a jet.
When I think about what I use to do, what I wanted to do, and didn’t do. I think, "me oh my", was it all a lie. But today is a new day. When I think about tomorrow, I forget my sorrow.
I decided to move into the future and let go of the past. Finally at last the future is helping me to let go of my past.
Although, I am busy with tomorrow’s schedule, I feel good because my past was filled with lots of would’s, wants and maybe’s. But now, I am fine doing it in my own time. Hello tomorrow, I am on your street. “Beep – Beep”
Dr. "G"
Life's passions all absorbed on green grasses
as the innocent treasures tamed and measured
accordingly we shy away the aftermath of past
stoned bridges enhance the connection point
while the cold calmness unwind the myths
for our must we define a place hidden where as
the teak wood stained with old disagreements
left unsaid and so morbidly left undone
as we hinder to blades of shame while
the light in the chambers of this excellent
brownstone manner as the banner swing
my own practice in my own time as this is
my space a place where inside looking out speaks
to the gnomes on the lawns why the rain leaks
the lost pebbles from pass over showers
distinctively poured like clock work and yet
the client approaches the foyer the beginning
of a sit down as the Lincoln doors are doing
an open and shut dance for the laws in the land
as I charm the gnomes at Cambridge arms
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