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The Star's look brighter tonight
Anything is possible
Look how they shine
In darkened honesty
Bound to Galaxies
Beyond our moon
In an endless lagoon
Of outer space
Where shooting stars
Traverse the fields of gold and rye
And illuminate the string of black holes
Not yet discovered
By telescopes in search of matter
Or communications from Alien being's
We are desperately seeking
To provide us answers
On how to travel to the milky way
And far beyond
Our limitations
And train stations
Into science fiction
A brave new world
Where knowledge finds answers
To worthwhile problems
We seek to solve
In evolution a resolution
Will be found
When starring from the very ground
Into the sky
The Stars awake before our eyes
In dark not light
Aboard a flight
I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup.
Brought back by popular demand.
They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days.
Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths.
Reading poems by Famous Chefs
I hope one day I too become.
May we never turn to dust.
Mixing ashes with concrete
And placed under the City of Angels.
Only to be rediscovered at a later date.
Dinos of the past with something to say about avoiding
Extinction. But if we are gone by, by then,
May the next evolved lifeform translate them
With as much curiosity as when they were written.
Petrified words in stone. And if I am to reincarnate,
Perhaps as one of them, I will reread my poems once again.
Though I will have forgotten they were mine.
Just as it should be. So as to get another fresh start to be inspired.
And so, I can reread yours too.
Once again with new eyes, new taste buds and a new mind.
Don’t mind me for daydreaming
For this life is but a dream within a dream.
I even like making soup in my sleep, only to eat them
As leftovers when I awake.
Join me there, if you dare
We’ll fly over rainbows. We’ll dance in the kitchen.
Taste sunrises and chew on sunsets.
With aprons on and mixing spoons in our hands
We'll swirl the Universe into soup
That even God would enjoy to partake in.
Manna for the lost and weary soul.
For you are the Art that never ends ...
For you, who understand my meaning.
So, I thank you for your creativity.
And you’ll always be welcome to my mixed up crazy
Brave new world that never ends ...
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
The struggle is not between
East and west or
Worst and best, but lies
On a far more slippery slope
Connecting the cold dark, canopy of night
With the light of hope.
The battle rages
Throughout the ages
Like wild fire burning
Grass and trees below
Mother Earth’s sky blue breeze –
Flames flickering in the shadows
Surrounding you and me:
Democracy
Appears to be languishing
Between Her majestic beginnings
And dismal demise
All the while mask faced puppeteers
Pull the people’s strings
And blow oceans full of smoke
Before their naked eyes
Too numb and dumb to question who or
What or why.
As they go the way of Persia,
Egypt, Greece and Rome –
Lost in greed and glory
Forgetting God and home:
Foundation of freedom,
Liberty and dreams of higher realms
Where enlightened men once
Stood taller than eagles dare
And cast their hope filled spell
Very nearly everywhere
People cried, forsaken, died while
The hands of sweet Liberty lifted them up
And filled their cups
With more than blood, deceit and sorrow –
As some gave all they had to give
For a brave new world tomorrow.
What shall we say to those
Whose ghosts still walk
Those all too many hallowed battle grounds?
Will we curse their names to oblivion and shame
Until not a trace is found
Or will we instead, invoke the dead
And turn democracy around?
-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful.
Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent.
Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above.
Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances.
Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked.
Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust.
Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.
There was a buzz about the cinema in London 2554
with something brave, something new and outrageous in Cinema World.
The movies had morphed from sight and sound in surround-sound panorama
to the feelies, movies with the sense of touch and feel.
You grabbed the knobs in the hand rests to feel what was on srceen.
Warm, cold, sharp and smooth permeated through your being on cue.
Electronic senses of love and hate, happiness, fear and terror
transmitted via knobs and nerves to brain sensations.
But now two other senses were about to be delivered to the movie goer - Smell and Taste.
Tiny sprays in you headrests delivered squirts of odor into nose and mouth,
on cue with what was happening on the screen.
You could smell the roses, taste the gore, be overwhelmed with smells of war.
You really felt that you were right in there, hearing, seeing, feeling, smelling and tasting.
All five senses, tantalized on cue, really made a difference,
for a Brave New World in Cinema in 2554.
Barefoot.
All my poems are written to express myself;
Talking in riddles is bad for your wealth.
I think I need to find new oxygen;
This land has no clean air and I am no help.
I live for laughter; I laugh at myself.
Beaten and broken, I have become someone else.
Is this a new age? Or is it just the same face,
In search of a shave and a better day?
I live for now, I fade away.
When all is lost, who am I to say?
I need for nothing, but crave it all.
I can’t be brave in this brave new world.
She walks on egg shells, scared of a fall.
Pretty to picture; love is a calling.
My need is her, but she is a wall;
Stopped in my tracks, I keep on falling.
I walk alone through pitch black streets,
In search of light; I find my feet.
This is the place where I belong.
The darkness surrounds me as I wander on.
Day light arrives and brings hunger with it.
Who am I to ask you to give me anything?
But please, a gift, then I will be gone,
To vanish from your life…
Your charity is done.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The rise and fall of civilizations
is always clearer to track in hindsight
like the stages and progression of battles in a war,
but in the trenches, in the decades of decline,
it’s hard to see any trajectory other than the fall
as society gets richer and softer, more liberal and permissive
until it’s so far Left, so far up on its precarious pinnacle of achievements
there is nowhere else for it to go
but down.
This was the 1,000 year dream of the 3rd Reich
which never was,
and the Brave New World which even though is
can never last.
Eventually the People,
with its collective governments and institutions
of misinformation and indoctrination
have to revert to the mean
have to swing Right
back towards greater freedom,
liberty and personal responsibility.
Eventually everything designed to get
too big to fail has to fail.
Eventually the good-times
with their good-time mentality and morality
have to end.
I just can’t see it happening
within such a system.
For once an authoritarian system is in place
it doesn’t just step aside voluntarily
since involuntary is as good a way to define the Left
as voluntary is the Right.
The only way I can see a voluntary society returning
is a collapse of the New World Order as we know it,
and this isn’t just a national or regional issue
as it has always been in the past,
it’s now global.
And it isn’t just a slight “correction”
able to be managed as a “road bump”
on the endless march of progress,
it’s a total collapse.
Collapse, like war, is easy to think and talk about.
It’s a lot harder to actually live through,
yet some silver lining awaits on the other side
when civilization rises again.
It’s gonna take hard times,
and hard times are coming,
and yet…..
Good times or bad times
It’s all just times, and all
Time is illusion
(10/26/23)
Once, I lived in the hope
that I would find her
alone somewhere
— a quiet courtyard
where we might dance
to music we heard
in our hearts;
a room we could fill
with the completed silence
of our love;
a wooded path where
we might walk rapt
in secret conversation
now, I no longer search
for her solitary self, because,
with her unfathomable mystery,
she populates
the ever-flowing world.
Everywhere, the glad discovery
she has become
smiles for me in every face,
surprising me with candor and hope,
serene as flowers, endless as light.
Now that she is
my vision-in-waiting everywhere
I say, Thank you!
I say, Oh, brave new world
that hath such a creature in it!
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
And as I opened up the door
The sight which met my blood-shot eyes
A sight I'd never seen before
I was struck dumb and hypnotized
Colors flashing
Spirits passing
All before my cold and glassy eyes
As I walked through the open door
I witnessed sights I'd never seen
Cosmic ships afire on distant shore
Places I had never been
Lightning flashing
Spirits dancing
All before my cold and glassy eyes
As I stepped beyond the open door
I saw lands of promising
Experience of evermore
Just where He said that they would be
Colors flashing
Spirits passing
All before my cold and glassy eyes
And as the door closed from behind
I stood there on the opposite side
Lost in thought inside my mind
But was I ready for the ride
Lightning flashing
Spirits dancing
All before my cold and glassy eyes
I took a walk there out of time
To a land that time forgot
There was no reason or no rhyme
I finally found there what I'd sought
Colors flashing
Spirits passing
All before my cold and glassy eyes
A brave new world He promised me
All the wonders I would see
A land of life, love and beauty
All together and complete
Lightning flashing
Spirits dancing
All before my cold and glassy eyes