Long Catastrophe Poems
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What do you believe?
What do you know?
did you have any clue i read tarot cards professioanlly for the oldest restarunt built
in my city
and predict surprised birthday parties that have passed
and cfan tell you all sorts of secrets of exaggerated emotion and paranoia
that only the moon knows
So like the life lesson of the hanged man
are you here to realise you are gullible or to see through me and know ive been
telling the truth
is this a test for you flase prophet
or your spiritual awakening with another card before you saying all of my poetic
poems that sound personal are nothing more than fabrications
and many of you judge me
and that further goes to prove my writing ability?
Is it true do i know anything of being bonded to the material
and the devil who reminds me the keys to my chains are within my grasp
And the tower of unforseen catastrophe always has a happy ending or a rainbow
but only a true prophet in the year 2012 in las vegas understands the
conspirtualacy of my craft
Is the hierophant all about the conformity of society
and the grouping together of the nonconformidt youth
so when the saints and sinners pull to gether to revolutionise and pull this star
from the sky will our dreams or nightmares come true?
Tell me prophet Am i a fool because the magician never taught me his tricks
but i understand the perfect shufles and have a deck of freudian slips of my own?
the blue moon sunrise and the three levels of the game of reality
we take babysteps of fear to beat or fail to proceed or return to the start
Where exactly is the emperor's crown of authority when society understands the
slide of psychology
and the one of a million being catered to
and the billion sof like minded individuals that spiral out from this psychological
understanding
Am i in the driver seat of the chariot and do i have enough temperance
to balance the forces of good and bad to see the pros and cons
of the blessings and ultimatums of desires and consequence
were you gullible all this time to fall for my lies?
or were you smart enough to see them as works of art?
or are you a true prophet and need to start the revolution from the earth and the
pollution of our skies
here i am
a false martyr
tell me prophet whats in store for me
and what am i to do?
The trumpet of the Almighty God will blow. Then the whole world will instantaneously
know. That Jesus Christ has returned for his sheep. You may miss this train if your faith has
been asleep. Millions of your loved ones will disappear in the twinkling of an eye. Christians
will be lifted up to meet Christ in the sky. Those left behind have chosen their own path.
When people tried to tell them about Jesus they just walked away and laughed. It will be too
late to repent. Not ever hearing about Jesus can't be your argument. For everyone in the
world would have had their chance; To know about Jesus the Savior in advance.
Unbelievers need to be concerned. Jesus Christ is going to return!
Eventually we will watch the rise of the Man of Sin; He will be the devil incarnate,
wearing a seductive grin. Millions will believe and be deceived that this man is the predicted
Messiah. The Bible warns us in several prophetical books, From Ezekiel to Zechariah. THis
false Christ will have powers unlike this world has ever seen. He will wear a mask of peace
and claim he is the coming Nazarene. People of this world will believe this lie and will
spiritually die! Simply put the world will follow this man blind. This false Christ will do
whatever necessary to get into your heart and mind. This man will rule the One World
Government and claim to end all bloodshed. His actions will be so convincing, he'll even
raise the dead! But this is the anti-Christ, he is not the One. He is not God's Son! Here's
something for the ignorant to learn. Jesus Christ the real Son of God will return!
This One World Government is taking place. Get that Bible down from your bookcase,
and you will see. That everything is happening right now according to prophesy! Beware as
we watch nations turn on Israil. More than half the world will attend it's own spiritual
funeral! Cataclysmic events will unfold. World catastrophe that has been preached since the
days of old The American dollar has lost it's value. A One World currency will be issued to
me and you Millions are currently spiritually deceased. Even thousands of priests. We are
no longer the super power of the East. So prepare to receive or reject the "mark of the
beast." The evil of this world will burn. Jesus Christ the Savior will return!!!!!
it's not over until it's over until God has His say
and it's not what it looks like until God has His way
when you look at a Pastor of anyone who's in service to the Lord God
you have no idea what they've gone through nor the things that weigh on their hearts
for it's not easy to be a true disciple and teacher of the Holy Word
it's not a walk in the park no matter what you have heard
King David was a true disciple, an anointed gift from God
he was a special type of man who possessed a contrite heart
he was given the huge responsibility of leadership over a nation
the people demanded much from him and had high expectations
a catastrophe occurred one day when all the women and children were taken
David's men were so grievously upset that they were physically shaken
they then became angry and bitter over what had gone down
they held David responsible and wanted to stone him into the ground
yet David himself lost two wives and he was also dismayed and discouraged
but as a true disciple of Christ he knew in God to be encouraged
David had a true calling, he was aware of his divine mission
he was appointed by the Lord God to take on the Great Commission
for whenever God has called on you
there's not much that you can do
for you can't run and you can't hide from what of you God desires
and He'll equip you for the task by giving you all you'll need and require
and be you a Pastor, a disciple or a deacon and you feel you're at the end of your rope
encourage yourself in the promises of God and hold on to its hope
life may sometimes beat you up and knock you all about
but it's not over until it's over until God calls the final out
encourage yourself in the Lord and embrace His authority
you might be down to your last strike and He'll give you the victory
and even if the final bell has rung
it ain't over until God says its done
and even when you're down to your last shot
it ain't over until God says it's not
and even if it's fourth and long yet you can see the goal
trust in God to make the completion for He's in total control
it's not over until it's over not even when the fat lady starts to sing
as the Lord Our God has the last word when it comes to everything
the buzzer might have sounded, the clock has run out and you're down to the final play
but it's not over until it's over as long as God has something to say
Her eyes a sapphire blue,
An awesome sight to view,
Her nose aristocratic,
She was so charismatic,
Her lips a rosy petal pink,
One had to blink,
Or been seen as staring,
Her nature a sheer blessing.
Her hair pure black like coal,
Her ears so dainty as if she stole
Them from a pretty fairy,
Her friendly attitude quite flirty,
Her peeking bosoms such a tease,
Begging for a squeeze,
Her tantalizing always alluring waistline,
Her demure look whilst sipping wine,
Her legs, toned and smooth,
The actual truth,
Those legs were the best in town,
Caire lived in a cottage down
The hill, her ankles slim and slender,
Her speaking tone ever so tender,
Her teeth pearly white,
Her nails and toe-nails bright
Red, wrists strong, fingers slight.
She was betrothed to the mayor,
Was this beautiful girl Caire,
To be married next week,
By a sandy beach near a sheltered creek,
Excitement was mounting,
Two days to go, she was counting,
Claire had ordered a Dior designed dress,
This was the perfect wedding, oh yes!
Her parents arrived the day before,
They were excited wanted to explore,
Mark’s parents acted a little strange,
There was never any form of exchange,
Of phone calls, no answer to a wedding invitation,
Future husband gave Clair limited information,
She looked radiant as she walked down the aisle,
She turned everybody’s head, unique was her style.
Happy as a lark to be her beloved’s wife,
She looked forward to her future role in life,
Suddenly, police sirens heard,
The noise moving closer, how weird,
Two cars arrived and, four or five policemen,
Walked towards the couple, in fact ten,
Cuffed her future husband, read him his rights,
Clair fainted, Mark was a criminal, many nights
She often thought he was too secretive,
Which made her sad, certainly not appreciative,
Claire dear girl, you forgot, habits are difficult to re-arrange,
Mark was set in his ways, so hard for you to have him change.
Mark was wanted for fraud, millions of pounds
Involved, had cooked the books, so out of bounds,
Claire's mom and dad put her gently into their car,
And took her to their home which was far,
Claire took some time to get past this catastrophe,
Over a man she loved and about to relinquish her chastity,
Ralph a divorced writer was her parent’s neighbour,
Who soon stole Clare’s heart and her chamber!
Where shall I flee? I’m swimming in the waters of misery…
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I think cheerfully? I’m lost in the abyss…and the shadows won’t let me be…
And I’m bewildered… I’m fighting to break free…
(I can’t break free…
Where do I flee?
Why can’t I break free?)
The spiders are spinning their webs above me…
Bless me and untangle me from this madness…please… give me peace…I’m wasting away –
They’re preying upon me…they’re whipping me … warping their way inside of me
My saliva drips on the ground…I’m growing numb and I pray
The monsters don’t attack my heart’s desires…if I let them break free,
I’ll never be the same…I’ll never see the light of day
Where do I belong? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I feel like an awful disgrace…
How do I find a pathway? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re producing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered… I’m trying to finish the race…
(I can’t keep pace…
The sweat is trickling down my face…
Why can’t I keep pace?)
The wasps are chasing after me…where do I flee?
Caress me and save me from the distress…stinging me in pleasure…I’m drifting away –
They’re hovering all around me… they’re harassing me…could you wipe away my tears?
Find me a place of rest…to make the sufferings end and I pray
The darkness will stop spreading lies in my head…if I throw away my fears,
I’ll never learn to face my fears…I’ll never know His way…
Where shall I go? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I find the key? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re reproducing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered…
I’m yearning to let go…
I’m learning to cope with my fears…
I’m deserting my woe…
I’m wiping away the tears...
(that has been bottled up for many years… )
The spiders have ensnared me in their webs…
I’m in danger…I’m wrapped up in distress…
and there is no where to hide…
The wasps are tracking me down...I haven’t paid my debts…
I’m struck in alarm…I’m in a mess…
Please stay by my side – catch me as I collide
( We’re all together on this ride… )
I can’t break free (please relieve me from my despair)
Why can’t I break free? Where do I flee? (this pain is too much to bear)
I can’t keep pace (give me the energy to shine like the sun)
Why can’t I keep pace? Why can’t I finish this race? (give me some strength to run)
All of my love is lost, I no longer have a heart now
Too many wounds from being on this battleground
I've never been hurt, I wish I could say that was true
You're who I'm drinking to forget,but my mind always comes back to you
I shouldn't have said that, I just gave you an advantage
I'm just trying to make it through while stranded
Tell people what they want to hear?, sorry but I'd rather speak Factually
Emotional at times, but at other times I suffer from Apathy
Who knew saving the Princess would be a Catastrophe?
She didn't appreciate it and broke me in return
So now I'm using my pen to cause casualties
why would I water it down when you can see my burns?
Depression leaves from time to time, and my mood starts to lift
But then it comes back just as I think I've won, and think it's been missed
But how can I fault it when it's the only thing that came back to me after leaving?
I'm writing a story, but I just spent a whole chapter bleeding
These are just the habits of my heart
When I have one
I need to put my sadness in my art
Where's my pad gone?
Crying over a girl who's probably doing god knows what with the next guy
I was there when you needed me, mended you and offered you everything, how can I not be the best guy?
You made me look stupid when you knew this was something I was scared about
Now I'm out having meaningless sex with females I don't care about
Females I won't care about
Is this too much for me to air out?
I don't believe in secrets, I'd rather let it all be known
Even if it's just so I'm no longer alone
Lately I've cut the world off, But I still answer the girls who are sending nudes to my phone
I've got an obsession with chatting girls up and I find sex therapeutic
Let me be real, that's me hiding because every time I used my heart they abused it
One day you'll wake up and realised you called it wrong
And that I was the perfect guy for you all along
But then it'll be too late, and you'll feel the type of hurt I'm feeling now
Even though I'm hurt, I've began healing now
You weren't a real queen, you were an imposter who went around stealing crowns
With a pretty smile and fake love as a costume
So now I'm listening to Drake's take care album at full volume
You stabbed me in the back, so now you've been cut off
This is why all of my love's lost
Oh well here I go again,
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in,
entrapped in,
torn away from addiction,
destroy the tele…
vision they strive to force upon you,
its all false but you know I’m true.
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries,
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes
with which they hypnotize,
brainwash you with their lies.
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in,
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in
here in my pretty town,
the 910 deserves a crown.
East Coast I'm representing,
I promise you I am not venting.
High on that purple haze,
And still haven't slept for days,
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze,
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic,
use words like special tactics,
unmistakable like D'Jango,
or a peace signs' angle,
destroy the crave for war and struggle,
no need to explain all the trouble,
with places burstin’ into rubble,
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell!
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead,
kick and scream till my blood is shed,
let authorities know the message will be spread!
Put on a show with a little bit of passion
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head,
all this hatred should be dead,
what I'm saying must be said,
before the gauge goes into red.
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant,
like brothers boston what I speak
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint,
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint,
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort,
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty
that you will make it this far
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose,
makin ‘em wet.
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme,
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind,
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy,
continential catastrophe,
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace
sorry for the interruption,
don’t blame me for the corruption,
for now I'll put my words at ease,
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie,
just a tease.
04.27.2013
Form:
Find happiness
There are so many things that are not as they should be,
That sometimes people think that everything is wrong.
I can only speak for myself, but I do still believe,
There is hope in many places, in many people, in many songs.
If you do have faith, then that is your choice.
I am faithful when I am in love.
I write for myself to give myself a voice.
My silence means I am busy working, writing my books.
A paragraph here, a couplet or two there.
There are so many words to be found everywhere,
That poetry has become like air.
It floats through the soul, never growing old,
And like life, it passes onto another.
It goes where it goes.
If it means nothing to you,
Perhaps you should choose some other wordsmith.
Another poet; another writer;
Or just say nothing, read nothing, do nothing.
Whatever makes you sing your own song is worth it.
Read the contents of the label if you do not speak the language.
Head to Milan or Naples, and absorb the culture,
Before going to Rome with your kids.
Feel free to roam before you see the Cascata,
Wherever they may flow.
Travel Europe before heading home,
And if you are still not settled when you return,
Pack your bags again and go all around the world,
In a one person boat, all alone.
Do whatever you need to do to find your inner peace.
You will find love wherever you may be,
If your heart is open to seeing new things.
If you are closed to human contact,
Then you will forever be taking a step back
And no forward thinking, future thinking thinker,
Will ever be attracted to that;
But if solitude is your desire,
Then stay alone, although the mountains will seem much higher.
If you are truly happy, you realize fortune is temporary.
I know I dream of one day raising a family.
We all have our dreams;
We all have needful things.
We wish for change,
But those who live in the moment, it seems,
Are eternally living their perfect day.
Life is not perfect and never will be,
But even if it is great and can only get worse,
At least it is not my misery.
You still have to work to improve it.
Alive in this state of man-made bliss,
Is a footstep away from catastrophe,
So do not wait for life to come and find you.
Find your own way to be happy.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
There is a Glass Sea, a dead ocean,
It is snowing again but it is barely September.
You blend seasons like colors because I want to breathe again.
A tantrum breaks the sky open
and oceanic shards
divide the sand up into billions of stars.
We lie against wet grains with soaked
bodies and we pull the lifeless masses
from the shallow.
We call ourselves saviors even
though we don’t believe it, you hold
onto your seashells and I think to
myself that I must love you.
The sun is full, the equators cruel
the equinox is fanatical as a phoenix,
gold leaking around a cold square persistently,
we praise the orange
like it is melting.
Something dark claws at my eyes so I’m begging,
"tell me who made to blind fold, baby
Lie and say it was someone else."
You paint your nails and you smell of marmalade and zest.
You call me boring and we laugh because
"I hate you, baby, and you are my best friend."
There is a part where I push you hard against my wall and you cry for me.
There is a scene I am ashamed of.
I need to be needed and I want to be seen,
so I admire your eyes as if everyone else is featureless.
There are heads of sand,
heavy dunes bulking up and protecting all
they’re aware I will cause harm to.
I don’t remember being violent, I used to share my dark chocolate
and made bouquets out of butter flowers.
You are here with your wide prairies and deep forests and naïve blinking-
You are an embarrassed catastrophe-
stronger than the underestimated should be.
You would pin me down and knock me out,
I don’t understand why you are here now.
I hate things I do not understand and I hate things I find easy and so
I slap you like you are nothing and so
I slap myself because you are something.
My intestines are composed by the weeds of this bay,
Irish moss inks into my skin like dirty periwinkles.
Snow dusts pillars by the hospital- I promised myself I wouldn’t think about the hospital.
Spring washes over me, I do not the recognize the air.
I stick my tongue out to taste for something invisible.
There is a pet cemetery in my front yard- I bury biomedical clones with delicate touches.
I hold my love out and you sit at my door.
My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.
It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.
Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.
In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.
Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.
However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.
I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.
I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.
Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.
It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.