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As I get older I’m taking a liking
To relive my youth and go motor biking
To pull back the throttle and kick down the gear
And tear up the highway, just like yesteryear
My hair flowing free as I ride without care
My wife put me straight, ‘You ain’t got any hair.’
I told her there’s one thing that time never steals
The rush that a man only feels on two wheels
And out on the road in all my old leathers
My gas driven steed shall vanquish all weathers
I’ll ride and I’ll ride till my legs are like jelly
She said that those leathers won’t cover that belly
Give me dirt on my face and flies in my teeth
Akin to a cow-herder out driving beef
The pounding of pistons driving me on
The joy of not knowing where to or where from
She said okay go be a speeding banshee
But don’t go too far in case you need to pee
I had to relent there’ll be no pennies spent
I can’t blame the wife, her thoughts were well meant
Don’t wanna get caught short in skin hugging leathers
There’s must be more ways to escape boredom’s tethers
And so this is me, not wild and not free
Just a wannabe biker writing bike poetry
Alas, My God has sentence the serpent to hell;
There in which there’ll be no ringing of church bells;
I witness the dawn of an upset;
You ole demon why you beget;
Thunder roars angels at holy wars;
Civilized beings dying souls;
Someone wants to be like GOD, someone wants to be over GOD;
One can’t be greater that the creator;
Get back you demon you gonna get yours;
Devil’s inhibition man’s feelings of dolorous sorrows and distress;
Mighty Lucifer has fallen, kick down to earth by Archangel Michael;
Man worship the creator, not the moons cycle;
Sinner’s demons and men lecherous lustful bombast;
Lucifer outcast, put out down at last;
Lucifer Satan placed in hell to smolder-burn slowly with smoke and flame;
No salvation for him in Jesus name, unrepentive sinners think it’s a joke, hell fire rain;
Providence calls God will and still reigns,
All the angels seem to sing;
Mankind needs to repent on and all with Godly sorrow;
With the protective care of God All POWER, of nature as a spiritual power;
I’m dolorous feeling great sorrow and distress;
I flounder and struggle as I stagger helplessly, clumsily in my sins I’ve enlist;
Inhibition self-conscious and I’m unable to act in a relaxed state I FEAR;
A neophyte this Christianity is news and new to me this belief is it real;
Get thee, behind me Satan lite in Hell Hallelujah, Hallelujah I’m a child of the King;
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To be honest, I -
I don't wanna live right now...
I'm too shy, won't lie
What time is it, hm?
Oh it's time to sleep...wait up...
What day is it, hm?
My mem'ry blurz...banned...
65 wondrin' wonderz
Where have you been, man?!
65 cans I -
I kick up in the air...hm...
Keep it down a hair
56 cans I -
I kick down in the ground...hm...
Keep it up a hair
Hush, monsters inside...
Despair hurts...so, truth or dare...
Demons and angels...
Subside from my side
Sh! Silence is bliss, yo...bro?
Do me a favor...
I'm sorry...I guess...
I'm untrustworthy...yes...I'm...
A mess to be frank
It was a time that I will never forget,
a time of grunge, flannel, and war;
A War on authority, a war on what we knew;
Electric colors and synthesizers are gone;
I remember the death of hair metal,
and the birth of a much grittier truth;
Fangs were so easy to hide in ‘85,
yet it’s 1993 that left it’s mark on me;
Less acceptable distractions from ‘real’
made concealment a much tighter trick;
Oh 90’s energy and its desire to explode,
to create revolution kick down every door;
Although viewed by some as a renaissance,
this decade to me felt more like a demise;
A demise of decadence, a demise of phony;
It’s been a century now, things do change;
I’ve survived death many ways, many times;
Living through the 90’s I will never forget.
reach down beneath
mustard yellow tank
to the stopcock there
and opened the flow
to neutral shift
open the clutch
lightly in leap up
and kick down hard
blip the throttle
till the engine settles
click into gear
engage the clutch
open the throttle
the engine roars
the bike leaps ahead
and your smile spreads
in distance far
they softly hear
a soft murmur
growing near
a twisting road flows
through growing trees
and rolling hills
across the land
they can hear
the engine fade
and roar again
with each shifting gear
far away
on the last curve
they now can see
it growing near
bright sun glitters
on highlighting chrome
in nest of tubes
all black as night
the roaring gathers
rushing near
as the rider
races into view
tight black curls
over short beard
in wind ripples
flowing free
sleeveless vest
and blue jeans
cowboy boots
stained with oil
rushing by
his hand rising
a salute made
a fist in the air
the wind of passing
blows across you
scent of engine
and he heated oil
flying by
you can see
on shoulders broad
Triumph
racing away
the roaring fades
the rider dwindles
fading away
down the road
into twisting turn
among the trees
lost now from view
wind rushes freely
blowing through the clothes
cooling the sweat
from the sun beating down
shifting weight lightly
throttle and brakes work
setting up the line
for the next curve
aiming for nowhere
no goal is insight
just a open road
in afternoons light
Pushed and fallen apart…
Worn the brave face
While I sweat in my heart
In this rapid-paced race
I survived the storms you whirled inside me
I arrived complete in dawn's light delightfully
Deleted the lack of passion progress I felt back then
Again, you never really cared, so I hide in my den
That is disappointing you stole away my inner pride in me,
The healthy pride that was the confidence that was a sea
A refuge to my soul and my everything…my everything…oh dear
You force fed me cruel rage, just in case you weren’t aware, I fear
You weren’t there, not even a hair
I still want to hold on, one more dare…
Your touch got cold and who knew
We would end up here, stuck like glue
Remember, I have known you for years
Wish I could fully forget the struggles we faced, we faced
Trace me upon your memory's reflection
Don’t reject me and bury me under, feeling so disgraced
You can’t break me by your cruel rage
You can’t hurt me because I’m leaving
I am not your pet in this screwed-up cage
Sorry, hon, but I am done with grieving
Saying my goodbyes to your lies
Bidding my farewells to time flies
Ignoring your calls and lullabies
Your anger and abuse…slowly…dies…
Wet explosions spill out of my eyes vastly
Won’t look back and don’t try to find me
Be very strong
Because I will
You’re wrong
About me still
Frozen in bed
Dealt with dread
I smile and smack away the fretful frowns
I’ll run the mile and kick down my downs
Burning the letters in my mind
That rewind your cruel rage
Thank you for leaving me behind...
That backtrack my dejected page
There are many other pages to cover
Eventually, I will recover
From your cruel, heartless rage
Under cover, but released from your ribcage
Rinsed away the raindrops from bitter clouds, oh blessed curse
While guilt overflowed immensely, but I seek tragedy in reverse…
Far, far away from your cruel, heartless rage
Under cover, but unleashed by spiritual sage…
Unleashed by your cruel rage…
Release me, unforgotten ribcage…
If not, darling, wait…
God will, it is my fate
Shelter me,
Spiritual remedy…
Ah, but that cruel cage
Cut down that awfully mad page
IN my mind there is loneliness and an empty space filled with darkness
and disgrace.
there is a monster lose in side my mind there is no one like it
it's one of a kind.
I try to control the bad thing's that it think I have tried to banished it
with drugs and drink.
But when the drugs and drink are there no more back comes my tormentor
to kick down my minds door.
I have to Bury it deep in side my mind but a way to torment me
my monster will find.
I searched for salvation to find a way out to show my frustration
I scream and I shout.
I search in the darkness for a door with a key that will free my
tormenter and set my mind free.
so I hide in this darkness so no one will see that the monster I hide is
really me.
Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; time is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Slapped in the face punched in the head beatings with a belt then sent to bed
No blanket for the bed a lock for the door just a mattress on a cold floor
No light in the room in darkness I’d lie holding my breath trying not to cry.
A sound from outside someone’s opening the door please come and save me
I can’t take anymore
But I’m out of luck my heart starts to melt here he comes again with that thick leather belt.
Roll in a ball trying not to get hurt being treated like an animal and treated like
Dirt
With bones snapped and broken with nothing to drink and no food to eat
My mind is dead with the thought of defeat.
Please let someone hear my screams and kick down the door to free me from this life because I don’t want to live anymore.
WHAT DID I DO?
Waiting,
For someone that's never there
Looking
Thru imaginary air
Hoping
But nobody really cares
Talking
To friends who never dared
To pay your fare.
.
Dreaming
But your dreams have seemed to morph into nightmares
.
Little man, how big are your dreams?
Big man, your so much smaller than you think.
The eleventh hour is raining down on you it seems
And at the end of the day, we all get paid the same.
.
Your picture's on a milk carton that no one's drinking from.
Your brain is full of sound bites
Eight seconds long
They were walking far beneath you or so you thought
.
Wake up
So you can tell yourself to go back to sleep
Drinking tap water from Detroit
Telling everyone Just what you think, you are
You don't dare disappoint
By telling them the truth
About the laissez faire
That you've created upon the broken man's back
You've redacted his truth
By telling him your facts
Yet you're alone
Convincing them to kick down the door
Of the dreamer's home
For thinking thoughts you never authorized
You punish men for looking in your eyes
For you know amidst that nothingness nothing can hide the lies
.
So I say
.
Let the dreamers dream
Let the little children laugh and sing
Let men reach for the promises
Of the Kingdom's King
Let truth resound and let their freedom ring
Let dancers dance let poets rhyme and let the singers sing
And maybe then someday again
We all will learn to breathe and we'll be free
Oh little man just how big are your dreams?