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I fade away in tears this twilight
as my fears sense the blackening sky,
the elusive night choking the presence of day.
I hide alone in my cellar,
drunk with the stench of my own odor…
wrenched up between “filthy” thoughts.
You crush me beneath your sweaty palm
as you lurk in your soundless shadows
that carve away the decency of my “sickening” mind.
Infested they say it is,
fizzled with rot…
drizzled with uncharmly things.
I curse them with my numb tongue…
these dirty bastards,
I cleanse them with my salivate mouth.
Perhaps I taste the sour life in their veins,
Insane I suck the soul from their weak bodies
to fill my own with another man’s thoughts.
I kiss their wicked lips…
That red evidence of my crime,
allow them to taste their own death…
As they too fade away in tears this twilight.
Form:
From the ashes
All my words are bulletproof;
Shout at me and your words I will use.
Everything I took from you,
Left me feeling battered and bruised.
Things are always meaningless,
Unless you take them to your chest.
Then they become more than less;
Letters become sentences.
Power comes from inside your mind;
Thoughts are gold and these thoughts are mine.
I would change the world if I could find the time,
But wishes explode and the remains rise up into the sky.
Lightning never strikes here twice,
So build a home after a lightning strike.
From the air into the ground;
My whole world comes crashing down.
Pick my life up with a dust pan and brush;
I am broken – I am trust.
I could never give a fudge,
To anyone that I didn’t love.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
There was a hush everywhere
as if the world was on pause
an expectancy stirring in the air
not a single sound just silence
What was happening out there?
far away, deep in the outback
a circle stood made of animals
each with ears pricked forward
Staring intently, still as statues
hardly a breath being drawn
in the middle giving birth
A beauteous snow white deer
The fawn is born, a collective sigh
stirs from the spell bound audience
here she is, the promised princess
a plaintive cry as she struggles to her feet
There in the moonlight she stands
regal from the tip of her nose
proudly her mother shows her off
Bambi moves forward to join them
Trembling legs all going each way
Bambi nuzzles her as she stands
this he seems to say is my heir
all the animals approach and kneel
Paying their homage to Silver
exclaiming at her beauty
peace will reign the forest
all drawn together by the birth
Form:
Being in love with you makes every
morning worth getting up for
I hover over your feedback
in an uncertain emotion
each time you give NO.
Your name is now a sweet
I have been using it to answer questions
without a notice in an unexpected way
Early in the morning your thought comes first
wishing I could ear your voice
Along the street I walk blindly
because only your pic I see
which my eyes had been captured
In amidst of people I stay hush
rest my cheek upon my palm
playing with you in phantom world
At night sleep slip through me
because my mind is being
choked with a million thoughts only your pic I see
Oh my beloved grant my request
Let me a room to rest my limb
Make me the wave upon your ocean
The green leaves of your tree
Make me the fish that dwells in your loving sea
Which your heart is it origin
From the very moment we have met
my heart had been given to you
it has turned me into a drunkard
without a sip of an alcohol
It draws my soul into another world
where I only see your pic
I smile to you from time to time
people think I'm insane,
but I know I'm in love and sane
Make me the roof upon your house
and you be the dweller
My love for you is like a sea, be the golden
boat that function only upon my sea
As I know you're the light
I'm longing for you my beloved,
only the moon can light
the dark silhouette of the night.
Form:
Discrimination
Knowledge is power, know your history,
Study his story or her story.
Whichever you favour, to choose your reaction,
For illumination, learn about the history of your nation.
For history repeats itself,
So make a change, to help yourself.
Learn what made you, the person you are.
Know your roots, before planting your seed,
Don't let your mistakes, line your history.
Affirmative action will set you free, to ignore the bigotry.
The Afro-American struggle, has similarities with your own;
Surely you too, have been persecuted by someone.
Sure maybe on a different scale,
But still persecuted, like the feminist females.
Still, treated differently
Because of their thoughts of you.
Their opinion of how you look,
Or what they see you do.
Surely they've closed the door to you too?
And sent you away,
Before hearing your words?
Simply because of the way,
You are perceived to be.
It may have even lead you,
To question the person they see.
They judge you with their power,
Without even knowing you;
But even Einstein looked stupid,
With his mad scientist hairdo.
So follow what you believe, you can really do,
Don't quit because they say,
You can't do the things you wish to.
Prove them wrong, prove yourself right.
Never let them overcome your struggle,
Because nothing good comes easy,
There is always a price.
So is it worth the fight?
The hardest fight you'll have
Is with the demons inside you,
But when you've conquered your inner demons,
Nothing in this world will be able to stop you.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Rewinding time to,
a lifetime ago
Through the passage of the years
mutterings in the night
haunted my sleep raising fears
only becoming small sighted
miracles being made
A gentle voice soothed me
as sleeps satin sheets
folded my fears away
all worry drifted out
heart spoke of listless mutterings
———-
Traveled timed years,meet now
This volume stable
with cadence found
thoughts from
minds and fears
serenity’s own tone
Wonders still flowing to
this blessed heart,
discovering minds equal,
dreamy thoughts tuned,
no echos evermore
Just,
this shimmered darkened depth
now saturated in soothing flows of love,
this joy brought to heart
in caressed speech
gentled mind
and loved breaths,
threading words
to amend the discord
A smiling brightened nova
my own lodestar
This cleansing light
revealed a heart-song
singing forever loud
splendidly freed
and soaring in peace
Form:
Stop shouting
teaching is going on
in the class
be silent
hold patience
hear to learn
come here not to talk
you have future
you are the future
of society and nation
among you
will be leader, minister
King, Queen or Crown
see in the mirror of efforts
judge your sense
with true parlance
are you really here
in the class room
to win a prize
present and future
for which you come
to learn that art
teacher says
Teachers sacrifice
his energy and time
expects all be laid
in full of knowledge
and Wisdom
always prays "GOD"
for the good of them
who are taught
In return
we refund less to them.
Form:
As the sound of wind regales, forcing it's way through the thickness of the silence.
Never bringing happiness in shears as the sadness remains in different shades of blue.
While the tears stay trapped inside the tired lonely lids
As you try to picture a different view.
As the flooding of past memories brings horror to your truth, as your insanity believes in a different life that it invented during your youth.
No breeze from your wind, no moisture from your rain.
Held back by the anger that helped you sustain.
Night falls without a moon, days of red with no sunshine to blame. Cornered by your doubts and fears
Even after all these years
Wasting your emotions like leftover food
Killing your gains as they leave you for good...
Form:
Surrounded by the glitz and frippery
the ribbons, bells and stars all meant to warm you,
on the mantelpiece, parading with the cards
the one that silently ' regrets to inform you'.
Muffled merriment, jaded joy
from those who gently tiptoe round your loss,
they turn their heads to gaze up at the tree
as you turn yours to gaze down at the cross.
How many times a century ago
was this scene playing out from street to street,
as far away in muddied bloodied fields
the unknown sank beneath their comrade's feet?
You walked those trenches, too, not long ago,
at Ypres bowed our heads for the last post,
stood speechless at Tyne Cot in rows of stone,
raised a glass to those that fell and drank a toast.
Then only yesterday the word came through
you'd lost a bitter battle of your own,
this time the only casualty was you,
and so I raise this glass to you alone.
Sleep well, my friend
Form:
Families are something you can’t choose
You can’t help who comes and goes
But the ones that are worth keeping
Are the ones where love and friendship grows
Some family comes from blood ties
And some from marriage and love
Some you thank the Lord for
But some? Heavens above!!!
A few years ago I gained a sister
I couldn’t ask for a better one
There has been some ups and downs
Also support, tears, laughter, fun
I now just couldn’t imagine
Not having that sister near
I know that when I need her
She will always be here
“You can choose friends but not your family”
What a load of utter crap
I’d choose you lot any day
For the love that is on tap
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