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Let me tell you a story
It begins on a whim and a pray
The skys were blue
The sun shine through
The sky was no limit
The potential was there
The voice was true
The heart was steady
Then the negativity
You'll never have a voice for radio
You'll will never marry the one you love
You'll never have 2 kids
Your regret will always lead you forth
Your fear will be the driving force
You'll chase all the love away
Your begining will always be a tragic end
Your reflection a ghost of yourself
Cold and clammy to the touch
Your eyes will never see the light
Your mind has set the autopilot to your demise
In this story there seems to be no happy ending
But in fact there is no begining no middle or no end
You see this story has not been written from the pen of change
Its been written within a bubble of insecurities
So this story has no chance of becoming the greatest of all time till the mind set changes and that pen becomes the pen of possibilities My friends tell me now who holds the pen.
I’ve Seen The Future
I've known the truth, since the day my eyes were opened,
That this world is amazing, yet equally frightening.
Since I saw Michael Jackson, dancing on The Soul Train TV Show;
Since I saw E.T. die, because he couldn't phone home.
Since I saw Neil Armstrong, land on the moon;
Since I saw Uri Geller getting paid, to simply bend spoons.
The truth will set you free. Your ignorance will blind you.
If you’re lost in the darkness, his light will guide you.
All my young life, I believed what I was shown,
Until my life scarred me and now I know.
This whole thing is an illusion, were just part of the plan;
But even if that’s true, I'm still a man.
Who can see such beauty, in such bitter sadness;
Who can't be happy, even when surrounded by happiness.
Experience teaches us things, we don't want to know;
But if you learn from your mistakes, you will know it's time to go.
My friend died of a heart attack,
Is there no way I can bring him back?
I want to learn immortality, so I don't end up like that;
But I don't want to live forever, for Heaven sounds quite a laugh.
It was written in a book, two thousand years ago.
The prophets spoke of things to come
And Jesus was the star of the show.
He sacrificed himself, to free us all from damnation;
But now were condemned to end the world.
There is gonna be a termination.
Einstein lead us to the bomb, that condemned all human beings;
For power leads you to be evil, there can be no happy ending.
The end of the world is nigh, they've been saying for years;
Now their words will become reality…the end is here.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I watch the reunion stories, and this is somewhat one,
fifty- six years late,
the tear filled reunions and encounters portrayed,
sadly; they just turn my mind and heart away.
I can't change the feeling of emptiness,
lingering without any longing or need in my soul
to see again those few memories,
those years lost long ago.
Four year old, tall and built
with subtle vulnerabilities,
held a three year old sister's hand
and pushed a younger brother in a carriage.
A young disillusioned mother stood silent watching
distanced in her thoughts desiring to be set free
the bond of love and children
often falters without marriage.
Three children and another on the way was far too taxing
not enough for him or her to stay
and in her lonely inconsolable hours,
perhaps her choice was best in giving all away.
He returned briefly
and together they slipped out together in early morning,
the car they drove took the path to an orphanage
from there, they moved separate but quickly down the road
Each child was kissed
with a short hurried goodbye
and suddenly these four children
found themselves alone and cried.
The story never reached the papers,
never made the news
the children, they survived
with his name marked upon their shoes.
Paternal grandmother stepped forward
but by then, only the oldest remained,
she took her home without a question
and the truth became the secret never told.
Years passed and each child must have gone their way,
disappearing in the multitude of crowds
and until this day,
the secret had never been betrayed.
The oldest child knew it,
and over the years,
the father alone returned
but truly the family was no more.
It's not a happy story nor is it really sad
I hear each one found and has some family;
and boys grow to men and girls to women
but not all are meant to be a mom or a dad.
If you're looking for a reunited happy ending
you may find it still hidden somewhere else.
as for me and my closing story,
there lives that memory of grandmother and myself.
I always remember you when the sun shines.
When the sun shined on your face, and
The sparkles that radiate around you.
That was the magic I remembered.
In those years, we laughed and cried,
When life was good.
I wish I could go back to that time,
I would change those things.
You were the one that slipped through my fingers,
the one I let go, and now, I'm left with nothing but regret.
You were always that person,
That I could never forget.
As the years fly by,
Some partners and a few marriages,
Yet all have failed,
Because they're not you.
I wish and pray at night to go back in time and
Save us so that we can have our happy ending, but
That only happens in the Fairy tales.
So, I dream so I can have you in my arms.
One day, maybe one day,
We will find each other.
I look on my phone, and I realize,
The past has indeed caught up with the future.
I see your picture a little older, but,
Still so beautiful.
Your smile radiates off the page,
As I remember those days of yesteryear.
I click "Accept."
I see your DM with a simple message,
That puts a smile on my face.
Charming, do you want to find your happy ending?
I answer, yes, Snow, I missed you so much!
Charming, this is your second chance,
Please don't blow it!
Snow, I promise you it won't happen, not again,
I've regretted that day all my life.
The doorbell rings, and I smile,
Knowing who's on the other side.
The door opens, and I see Snow.
A princess as she ever was.
As they say in all fairy tales,
"They lived happily ever after,
Prince Charming and Snow White."
High up on a bluff stands a lone figure.
The salty winds sharply burn his moist eyes.
He screams out, “Oh God, please let me find her!”
Falling to his knees he bitterly cries.
He ponders if he should just let life go.
A still voice says, “No!” with powerful force.
He feels his body being pulled from the ledge,
at that moment realizing the source.
Next day on the beach he walks alone,
finds a sun tarnished bottle in the sand.
Removes an old cork, pulls out some paper,
and carefully unfolds it with both his hands.
As he read, tears welled up and his heart raced,
his senses were touched by such sweet perfume.
In beautiful script was a cry for love,
in her words he found a light in dark gloom.
Overwhelmed by joy he ran down the beach,
yelling loudly, “Oh thank you very much!”
He felt he knew the meaning of his life,
searching everyday for her gentle touch.
He wrote his plea, put it in the same bottle,
tossed it in the sea, watched it drift away.
Weeks turned into months and months into years,
he never lost hope, not one single day.
After many years he still goes back there,
stands on the bluff each day as dusk sets in.
Then one day a light hand touched his shoulder,
as he turned around his heart leaped within!
Those tender eyes, that smile, he couldn’t move,
He saw an old crumpled note that she held tight.
Held it out as tears filled her aging eyes,
he saw his handwriting in the dim light.
He grabbed her and held her as they both cried,
then sang a choir of Angels above.
“True love has been joined, let our praises ring.”
happy ending came from a cry for love.
My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay
When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?
And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene
My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?
Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense
My fear?
My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?
Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...
Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…
Left in my own thoughts
Tarnished forever through nightmares
Pierce me with your passions…tangle me in your knots
You left me…I have no choice, but to cry…
I’m breaking by the seams
I drink in the sorrow…
I spew up regret… I cannot drink any further
I drink and drown myself – unable to hope for tomorrow
I’m left in my own thoughts…I cannot walk any longer
I recall my past decisions…I’m swallowed up by the echoes of fear
I’m not your valuable merchandise!
Don’t seek me – you wanted your dreams to come true and peace to draw near
Don’t count on me – I’m not wise!
I’m swallowed up by the churning sea…
Leading me to my own demise
I drink in the sorrow…
I puke up resentment…I’m upset and cannot go on with life
I douse myself in my misfortune – no one listens to me…
No one catches me before I wallow…
Pick me up from the murky waters
Lift me up from the gutters
Make me spotless and leave me the leftovers
Dress me up and hand me some covers
I’m trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts
I can’t see a happy ending in this scene –
Preserve my notions in Your thoughts and save them like leftovers…
Oh, but my thoughts are thrown in the trash like rotten leftovers – left unseen
Tarnished forever through nightmares
My foul ideas don’t have a structure – they’re just…
Tangled up knots
To the Moon and Back
My dearest mother, we have been
Through seasons of sorrow,
The storms we've weathered, and the lessons learned,
Held captive by the long shadows of yesterday's pain.
By you and I, together, have found a way,
A fragile path towards a new day.
We talk about the things that hurt, the words we struggle to find,
No subject is too heavy, no truth is left behind.
And when my world was shaken, a whispered, fearful plea,
You held my hand through every step, you fought the fight with me.
Through scans and whispered diagnoses, through the sterile air,
You were my rock, my silent strength, a love beyond compare.
We settle down with the flicker of a screen,
The comfort of a Hallmark movie scene.
The world of make-believe, where problems always fade,
A simple love story, a happy ending made.
You humor my sharks, a world of fins and teeth,
My fascination with them, a curious relief.
You tell my you me to the moon and back,
A gentle promise, a love that never fades.
You indulge my books, a tower of stories unbound,
Enabling my escape, my magical haven.
You see me surrounded by bears, a fuzzy collection,
And you still love me.
The journey has been hard, with so much to face,
But you love has been my saving grace.
We are learning, we are healing, we are trying, you and I,
And in your arms, I find a home where I can finally cry.
The total bummer of our wasted Test summer….ahem
Does jar well below par no cigar not even a cafe creme
After another dafter dumber and dumber apophthegm
The tedium of this charlatan medium saying carpe diem
Couldn’t be any glummer still will take Baz to the ATM
Laughter him on a whim mending a forlorn torn hem
We pleaded tree needed to go not the Root but stem
Pretending will be happy ending Bazball’s Bethlehem
ECB & Key glib in tandem fib as random as a Lib Dem
English cricket’s viral spiral now coughing up phlegm
The gory gashes from Ashes lashes will still condemn
Then Stokes says that’s all folks was absolute mayhem
Jokes he’ll back in the 2027 eleven it’s us versus them
After hoax new Kiwi bloke evokes masterstrokes a gem
No longer going for broke a stronger bespoke requiem
Will coax the magic unlike the tragic Bazball "La Boheme"
No superhero cloaks as from acorns grow oaks says Flem
...It was two years later, while at his desk,
Altan felt a pain he’d never known before,
Tried to call for help, it came out a croak,
the last thing he remembered was the floor.
When he came too, he found himself walking
towards a small and quaint outdoor café.
Janet waited there, tilting in her chair,
with a big piece of bread, munching away.
She smiled, and said, “Took you long enough,
I’ve been waiting a good while, you know.”
He said, “I’m sorry, the trip here was long,
had to see to the kids before I could go.”
She smiled, and said, “It’s Friday, you know,
and the food they got here does not fall short.”
So they sat and talked as married couples do,
about their children and things of that sort.
When finished she spoke, “We’ll see them in time,
but I’m glad to have you alone right now.
They’re waiting for us at the bed-and-breakfast,
it’ll be good to get out of the house.”
He grinned softly, and nodded at her words,
and felt a weight he’d long known disappear,
took Janet’s hand and then strolled down the street,
just feeling happy he was finally here.