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Frozen

Frozen


Stop the winter; bring back summer.
I was happy once.
Stop the heartbreak; paint a landscape.
Let me fall in love.


I need a kiss from my true love to warm my frozen heart.
Let it go!  Let it go!  That perfect girl is gone…
I am tired of all the snow; I stare into the stars.
On this cold night, I kiss goodbye, to the heat inside my heart.
The leaves are beginning to fall, summer is no more,
Love is left afar.


Staring from the ice tower balcony, all I see is snow.
Arendelle has frozen over; I am left hollow.
Where is my true love?  Have I already met her?
Where is my true love?  I never will forget her.


If only she could be my true love, I would be free at last,
But as I only see my future, no turning back,
I am frozen by my past.
Princes and Princesses belong together,
No matter what the weather.
Sun or rain, snowstorms or thunder;
You have cast a spell so perfectly, that I am forever under.
Rescue me from what I hold inside;
These memories of love, frozen in this heart of ice.


Anna made me laugh…


I want a love that lasts.


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Bite

Bite


Money too much, children’s laughter;
Fall apart beneath the moonlight.
Make me cry tears of blood, ever after;
I think I want to die tonight.


Dog bite scar puts pain to skin;
Leave it out and let me in.
Kiss my soul with teeth of barbwire. 
Let me remember you within the fire.


Whisper words of wisdom and lets all jump across to hear them;
Another dead singer living on the edge of oblivion.
Wasting away in a puddle of blood;
Never been in love, because loves no good.


Whispers scream through echoes of violence,
In the cold dark silence I see them cry.
Smother me with love, because love is blinding.
Drift away into the clouds up above in the sky.


Want it too much to earn it, or find it;
Give it to me easy, but it’s never enough.
Flew into the sun in search of new sights;
Laying here blinded by God and his version of love.


Money too much to bring pleasure to me,
Set me free with poetry in poverty.


Howl at the moon to release the endorphin’s,
Scream at her now she will listen to you.
Give me anything, but let it be broken,
I have nothing left to give to you.


Fire raging along the border,
Corner me and I will bite you back.
You want me to be something smarter.
I can’t do that.  Creativity I lack.



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Memories

Memories.


There is an old grey man sitting on the floor,
Looking at his reflection in the mirror.
He thinks to himself: What could have been?
What could I have changed?
To change the past and the things that I've seen?


No man deserves to see, the things we saw.
A collective unit, marching to war.
Thankfully now, I don't recall it all,
Just the men that I had killed.
I saw them all, with that look on their face,
That look that just makes me, feel so ashamed.


They were just kids, the same as us, 
All just playing, at being soldiers,
All knowing the seriousness, of it all
And still all of us, were willing to kill,
Or be killed, by another kid with a rifle, 
Just like the first one, that I killed.


But here's my best friend, to make me feel better,
Hello, Jack Daniels, I'll just get you a glass.
Ah that's better, I can't think anymore,
I think I'll just change the video and watch something else.


Oh what's this in here, Saving Private Ryan?
Oh, I haven't seen this in a while.
I'll just put it on and pour another whisky
And after this, I'll go to sleep.


Hmm, that's better, time for a drink I think,
Ah good Ol' Jack, always a good drink.
Oh it's six in the morning; I'd better get up, 
Think I'll have a drink and then go for a walk.


But first I'll have a drink and see what's on the Telly,
Where's the ice, damn this weather.
Ah good Ol' Jack, let's see what's in the video shall we?
Oh it's that film I put on last night, when I fell asleep.


Saving Private Ryan?  Oh I haven't seen this in a while.
But remembering the lads, always makes me smile.
I'll just put it on and pour another whisky,
Then maybe I'll have a little snooze, 
Before I get something to eat.



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Up There

Up there.


You and I walk on different plains of existence.
You walk with the beautiful people, who can only pretend to fall in love;
Everything is just a pretense.
Whilst I am devoted to my one love only;
Only she can find me in the depths of despair, so lonely,
Gasping for air, drowning in my apathy,
Swimming against the currents of what could have been.


You dance the night away and then you are gone before the day breaks,
While I sleep here alone, on my back, with my arm out,
Waiting for my true mate;
My best friend, my girlfriend,
Not your one for this weekend.
I mean a lover who wants to be with me,
Again and again and again.


Your list is so long that only my belief can match it;
You are perfectly aware of all the faults I have to deal with
And you do not care, because you have beautiful hair
And all the attention you think you deserve, you get.
I am never going to go there,
Because you look down on me from your higher plateau;
You and I are not the same, for I am so far below.


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Bad Turned Good

Bad turned Good


What’s going on with my life at the moment?
Suddenly running along like a locomotive;
About to explode in a poverty struck, cancer ridden, suicide;
Or somehow find a publisher and maybe survive.


For time is no longer on my side;
So please help me!  I’m all out of time.
Please, I need to sell my poetry;
Or die alone, with broken bones, in the street.


Another prayer for the redemption of the guilty.
Please I beg, buy my goods from me;
Help me leave this poverty,
So I too can be set free.


Allow me to write, poetry to my Wife
And I shall forever feel free.
Let me tell her how much I love her in a letter;
So she can keep my words of love eternally.


Even when she hates me and kills my insides;
I shall forever have wished, for her to have become my Wife.
Just one taste of the bride in white,
Someone to actually love me that much;
It’s a joke I told myself to survive.


Some people just die alone and lonely;
Those people are just like me.
So do as you wish, in my last dying moments;
But my words are now spoken, for all to see.


If you like my words then come and rescue me;
From contempt, from the rent, from the demons I breed.
They slaughter me and bring me bad luck;
But this poetry they help me to write…
So I guess even bad does a little good.



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Writers Block

Writers Block


Silent, blank, empty mind;
Devoid of inspiration, a big waste of time.
For all I wish to do, is begin to write.
But all the words I cannot think of, have eluded my mind.


So here I sit, in front of the computer screen;
Just waiting for, a divine intervention.
Or maybe some divine inspiration.
But all I have on my mind, is a woman called Divine Brown.


I’m supposed to be a writer, but I can’t even write;
I can’t think of anything, original tonight.
All I can think of, is what other people have already said.
Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, maybe I should just go to bed.


Come on brain think, of a single sentence.
Maybe that will lead me, to write the rest;
Or maybe I should, just take a rest.
But I have so many words, I wish to get off my chest.


But where to begin?  I’ll see what I’ve written so far;
Well I’ve written the title, I guess that’s a start
And I know what the plot is, but where do I begin?
With who?  What?  When?  Or Where?  
Why is it so hard to think?


Ok so He’s here and they’ve just done that;
So all I have to think about, is what happens next.
Ok yeah that’s good, I’ll just type it before I forget.
No, wait that’s not good enough, maybe a drink will help.


Now I’m on my third bottle of wine and I still cannot write;
I guess I’ll go back to bed and try again tomorrow.
But wait, here it is!  My thoughts are all falling into line.
Yes!  That sounds good. They can do that;
Damn!  There goes my phone.


Now where was I, oh yeah that’s right.
I had it just; come on what was I going to write?
If I sit here long enough, it’s bound to come back to me;
But I’m feeling so tired, I can no longer think.


I’ll try again in the morning, I’m too tired to care anymore;
Maybe I shouldn’t, be writing this book.
Maybe there’s something else, that will be easier to do.
This whole writing thing is too hard;
I guess I’ll just do a job that requires no words.



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I,

I,


Wanna strike a match in your heart if you let me, try,
I, promise I will not stop.
I’ve, got, to give you all that I have had, 
In the past, I only ever gave half.
Your heart, my star, has landed, right here.
You near, lift me up, above, my love, my drug, 
You’re my everlasting,
Listening, laughing, with you.


Never blue, only if you ask me to, 
Will I quit, but never be tragic, ‘cause I know you’re fantastic.
Fantasy, you’re mine, never lying, all true, 
Everything comes from you, 
Into us, build our love, become my continuum.
Continue to feel ‘em, no fool, used tool, creating illusion’s, 
Never becoming immune, to heart ache, I break, 
Every time I say truth.
Never had the voice to, a-maze, lost in my confusion, 
Wandering allusion’s, memory of tragedy, 
Reality is comedy. 


I laugh, take it back, leave me to my spiral, 
Leave me and go viral.
Find fame, it’s lame, wannabee a nobody, 
Or someone, somebody, anybody, something, 
Dreams ring, for me, telephone is calling.
Fame and fortune drawing, us to, hope for, 
A better tomorrow, reaching out of sorrow.


Searching, just a king, waiting on a future,
Know I’d never leave ya.
Fist raised, heap praise, fighting for our freedom.
Writing up a new kingdom, 
Stole a thought and only went and built us both a fiefdom.
Come and feast your eyes on, a thing that taste like bacon.
Glitterballs, come walk the halls, perform a free dance with me, 
Make me your nobility, hopeless-ly, endless-ly.


I will wait in hand, I stand, give me a direction, 
Show me your perfection.
Crystalized, fireflies, 
Your eyes energize me; energizer bunny.


Love’s cruel, use me, using your own rules, 
Anything is possible, yet all this is improbable?
If you would only wish it, into your existence, 
I will move the world sideways, 
Moving your in all ways...
Always.


(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Vote

Vote


Politics?  I won’t vote for it,
Because everybody is a liar and they only do as they see fit.
Without consequence, they miss-represent.
The truth is just an afterthought.
Forget the house of common sense.


You gave them the power to ruin your life,
By voting for a change of time and closing your eyes
And with fingers crossed, you hope for the best,
But too soon they just forget,
Every promise they made before they took their chance…again.
Now they will do all they can to stay
And stop you ever getting your way.
They take their pay rise and stop you having your say;
Well it is your choice that is made.


I will not be to blame for not wanting to vote.
So you can tell me I cannot speak, because I chose to say no.


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What Love Is

What Love Is


Come a little closer and whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Kiss my lips so tenderly, that I can feel your fears.
Open up your heart to me and show me you want me near,
Tell me you won’t let me go and I’ll always be here.


Angel tears fall to the ground, when we are torn apart,
I wish to always have you here; I wish to be in your heart.
I wish my wishes would come true; we would never part.
You make my wishes all come true, you are my other half.


Hold my hand and don’t let go, I will always need you,
Put your arms around my waist, so one can become two.
Lay with me and say goodnight, with your head on my pillow,
Lay with me and kiss me goodnight, then I am yours it is true.


You are no longer a dream inside my head;
You’ve brought my heart back from the dead.
I kiss you goodbye with a hidden dread;
Will she really come back again?


Then you call me on the phone,
You ask me “Are you alone?”
I tell you “yes I’m all alone at home.”
Then I open the door and put down the phone.


We share a hug; I caress your cheek,
You hold me close, like you really need me.
We kiss a kiss, pure ecstasy through our lips,
Those three words, we at last manage to speak.


We share a smile, we share our love,
We let each other truly open up.
We become free, by locking ourselves away,
In a locket you keep in a jewelry box,
Whenever I am not next to your heart.


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Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters

Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters...
five months ago to the day

Twas the cusp of tooth thousand
twenty three summer solstice,
when yours truly (a fool
and his money went separate ways)
mine cherished nest egg,
I would immediately miss
lesson immediately learned courtesy takeaways
linkedin with looted
checking and savings accounts
analogously yanked, unmoored and unbridged

at Citizen Bank quays
me subsequently exhibiting,
maddening, and snorting
re: imagine how figurative
unbridled horse's ass neighs;
a fate engendering 
mental anguish on par with
voluntarily unrolling Scottish welcome mat
readying yours truly 
being lynched courtesy kkk

(I apologize for any
incantation, incrimination, incubation,
indiscretion, insinuation, intimation, invitation...),
cuz metook poetic license
attempting to accentuate brazen crafty deception,
how con artist invoked tender loving care
while (all the while) stealthily employing
stealing gambit, which hack
by the way incorporated his suppressed hurray
for him positively coaching me

invisibly eliciting, interposing, manifesting,
questing, and ushering entranceway
into sought after vaunted money
synonymously enlisting sprinkled pet accolade
such as "good job"
never disclosing discerning ulterior motive
exacting a risky (business) mission
unlike dramatizing the WWII story
of the Thailand-Burma Railway
regarding those soldiers who built

Bridge over the River Kwai
in the former scenario exhibiting
how yours truly (me) did betray
requisite necessity to protect
fungible assets of mine
by voluntarily cooperating
with the enterprising villainous prankster,
who applying one alias
called himself "Harvey Specter"
guiding blindsided yours truly
(who received nincompoop of the year award)

obliging scoundrel to withdraw cash willingly
and convert sain moolah into bitcoin
(a type of digital currency
in which a record of transactions maintained
and new units of currency are generated
by the computational solution 
of mathematical problems,
and which operates independently
of a central bank) courtesy digital wallet,
which nefarious experience found me 
posting a gofundme page to no avail!
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