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When you see others hurting and your heart doesn’t cry,
Look inside and ask yourself the answer to your why?
The path we’re given here on Earth is so we can learn.
To begin the learning process, we must feel concern.
For each to evolve while on this Earth, each must transform.
Right choices made along the way seldom cause much harm.
Look upon others from you heart, so you see their need,
Helping others where they’re at is how you plant the seed.
For all that’s created with Love as it’s source,
Can be looked at later with no remorse.
Some parts of the path may sometimes be tough,
But the strength provided is always enough.
Follow the guidance of the Spirit within,
With Love as your source, you’ll always win.
Struggle is important, it’s just part of the test,
The grade will not matter when you’ve done your best.
Whether your sons, daughters, fathers, or mothers,
Spend part of your life’s time learning to love others.
Now you’ve learned to love, show you believe,
It’s better to give than to receive.
As I walk each day through fire,
The burning bridges in my wake;
I set aside the loneliness,
And take what I can take...
There's no more easy answers,
Many questions burn the page;
The despair of all my broken,
Leaves me wandering through this maze...
Another day, my mind it aches.
My soul now draped By the bitterest of cold,
The memories stay frozen;
With all my life's, many mistakes...
As I walk each day through fire,
The more bridges I take;
, As now I stay consumed,
By the loneliness that now gives me,
All that I hate...
No regrets
Broken again.
Pain.
Something should teach us to change our ways.
My sanity is insane, again;
But life is on the way.
A bong starts the race for the future.
Impatience won’t let us just sit back and relax, I’ll wager;
For experience teaches those who are not blind or deaf;
To the words that are wasted on most students.
Or so you think, until you pass the test;
Or leave the class.
Then suddenly you remember something,
From your sub-conscience.
So use your conscience to guide you through the slime;
You will have to swim through, throughout your lifetime.
Because happiness is worth all the stress,
So live your life with no regrets.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Heavy makeup on her face
Trying so hard to erase
The heavy tears she's been crying
From a heavy heart that's dying
When a life of heavy burden
Weighs her down and wont stop turnin'
This heavy heartache from existing
There is so much she is missing
Because a past heavy fear
Is largely telling her beware
The heavy abuse she's endured
Is building up, painfully stored
In a dark and heavy place
Which is the very starting base
Of cautiousness and being weary
This heaviness is really scary
Stopping her from really livin
Her heavy loaded mind keeps givin
Signals--stop going ahead
There's nothing but heavy dread
With no chance of joy again
Bad heaviness is not her friend
We can't have a child.
It's not a matter of want,
of belief,
of opinion.
We cannot.
Every doctor says, my wife will die.
The child might live, or might not,
but the love of my life will not,
not a guess, not a chance.
Just a death.
You can give your life, for another's.
Your death can stop one more,
if you're a cop, a soldier,
a hero, a nobody.
But we can't make you do it.
There is no law for that.
If a soldier lays down his life,
he is awarded, praised,
if he doesn't, he is not punished.
Not imprisoned for living.
So why would my wife trade, at best,
her life for one she will never meet?
Why would I trade my love's life
for a roll of the dice on another?
Why should we be forced to?
For a heartbeat, a whisper of a breath,
that may never make it out of the womb?
For a bitter, beaten man to live alone
or with the child who reminds him of loss?
Why should anyone else get to say?
Why should anyone else get a choice,
even if such weren't true?
Why should you get to choose
that she bear still heart, again and again?
To satisfy your hope, not hers?
Why should you get to speak,
if a woman has no voice?
If she has no money for a child,
no wish to birth her abuser's spawn?
To please your god, not hers?
Why should you get to decide,
why should you get the last word?
On any life that isn't your own,
any consequence not yours to bear?
To save an unborn life, not hers?
You should not.
It is not your choice, not your life,
not your grief, your sorrow,
your freedom or your death.
It is only, your opinion.
There is no right to such thoughts, only control.
Gather your countdowns to a week,
your milestones and your markers,
your intentions for the lives of strangers.
Burn them, turn such vile filth into ash.
Women owe society no life.
No attempt at a child, no health,
no life wasted, in death or in despair,
just for a chance at someone else's hope.
Someone else's decision.
Why should a fetus be sacred,
when the life, voice and sanctity
of the woman it could become -
so clearly mean nothing to you?
Why suffering?
God just gave us life, and we start that in an unsafe world,
Danger, suffering, hopelessness, pain, crime, death, and more
But why? Why? Is God evil? No, no. I don’t think so. He is Love
I don’t understand the creator, he knows our lives, in his river flow
God, the God sees, hears, feels, and recognizes everything in our life
In life, in ours what is given by God, and he is a victim, of and to our lives
Just a victim.The only true. The loved. But no answer. No, no answer.
God created the human life. Man is abandoned, forgotten, and lives alone
Just alone, at all the time, every time, always, without his / her parent by God
Cruel world, the world’s ocean is just a pain, sadism, famine, wars, and my life
We live in this life mixture from thousands of years ago, since the Creation of God
Needs to leave this landscape that is full of cruel pains. But where is the way?
‘Where is the way out?’ Master asked.
‘In the fate?’ I asked.
‘Right goal.’ He said.
‘Where?’ I took a question.
‘Where? It is not a question. There is no labyrinth.’ Master said.
‘But where?’ I asked.
‘Where are you? Where is the God?’ Master asked.
‘Everywhere. It was said this by an old theologian many years ago in Budapest.’
I answered.
‘He was right. Follow the right.' Told my Master.
A man's tears fall silent, unseen and unheard,
A solitary cry, in the depths of his soul, he's scarred.
He talks, shouts less, and keeps quiet, a fortress of pride,
Bearing the weight, of the world's relentless tide.
Scars etched deep, like canyons in his heart,
He smiles, a mask, to conceal the art,
Of pain and weariness, of a body worn,
A mind exhausted, yet still, he takes up the torn.
He stands, a pillar, amidst life's stormy gale,
A provider, a protector, a guardian of love's frail.
He brings home bread, though his own soul is dry,
A hero, unseen, unheard, as the world passes by.
At night, the mask falls, and the dam bursts free,
Tears fall like autumn rain, as he weeps, unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
Nobody sees, the weight he carries, the burden he bears,
Nobody understands, the depths of his tears.
He's a man, with a heart that aches, and a soul that bleeds,
A heart that loves, and a spirit that proceeds,
Through trials and tribulations, through joy and pain,
He stands, a rock, a refuge, a love that remains.
Nights are long, and sleep is a luxury,
Sleepless hours, a constant companion, a haunting melody.
Desires unmet, wishes unspoken, hopes unfulfilled,
Yet, he rises, with the sun, and takes up the unyielding will.
When you feel so perturbed,
That tears seem not enough;
Let them HURT your feelings,
Hover Until Returning Tough.
When torment fails you,
Never give up in distress;
Let WOES while your mind,
Win Over Every Stress.
When trials come your way,
Making things stay stagnant;
Let the TEST challenge you,
Try Events So Triumphant.
When your heart is wounded
By bad words others use;
Let the PAIN remain in you,
Put Away Inimical News.
When darkness downs you,
Making you feel so lonely;
Let ACHE appear oftentimes,
Always Climb Highest Ecstacy.
Everything is indeed for the good,
Even if it's hard for us to take;
Tired throes never stop or sleep,
Hurt woes test the pain and ache.
A million more chances
Some people they get to live forever;
Some people do not have the same luck.
I want to go on until the other end of the never,
But fate has decided my time is up.
If only I had a million more chances.
A million more attempts to live life to the full.
Maybe I could find the antidote;
If only I could read every single book.
If only I could; if only.
Maybe I would not have to feel so lonely,
Because nobody understands the pain that is my life!
I am not and never will be ready to walk into the light.
My hope is in Pandora’s box;
I wish I could just pick that lock,
But I cannot, for the fear is too strong.
I guess this is my lot.
Exhausted from the thought of it all;
No key to be found to walk through a sliding door.
In a life so short, why was it all such a chore?
A battle for life; a love I never saw.
I only glimpsed at what could have been,
But now that desire has gone; I have lost everything.
I could never try, without somebody at my side.
I cry all the time, because all I want is a life
And a love life too; is that too much to ask?
Please do not take this all from me.
Please do not take it all back.
As the depression kicks in,
I sink into the abyss.
The loneliness of me, the pity, the lost wishes;
Let me live.
If this is what must be, then why must it be me?
I want to live, I want to live;
I want to be set free.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Deep inside my soul, I know the truth
Because, I witnessed it with my own eyes
I saw it, lived through it and survived it
My life abruptly changed, because of it
However, my soul grew and healed from it
Those who stole some of my childhood,
Continue to lie and deny facts gathered
The lies not only hurt, but there is a shadow
A shadow of burdens from lack of closure
Their darkness follows the light of my soul
Although, I always try to live life to the fullest
To pursue what I believe in, to live authentically
There will continue to be burdens cast upon me
As long as those who lied so long ago,
Continue to pave the road with more lies
6/3/18
*Entry for Active soul and mankind’s self-righteousness contest. Sponsor: Catie Lindsey