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The Big Finale
I spit my lyrics out loud,
To make them hear it so shout:
REACTION! REACTION!
I wrote this simply for you
So you could all sing it too:
REACTION! REACTION!
I made it easy to sing,
So just sing along with me:
REACTION! REACTION!
I wrote this song for you all,
For each of you I adore
REACTION! REACTION!
I had to write you these words,
And say thanks for letting me hear the
REACTION! REACTION!
I want you to seize the day
And go and do it your way
REACTION! REACTION!
So give yourselves an applause
And let me say thank you for your
REACTION! REACTION!
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sitting here I think
With paper, pen and ink
I have never known
Where has the time flown?
Will I be the same?
Is this all just a game?
Pour me a memory
Play me a melody
And I will sing a song
Making it right each wrong
And it will make me strong
I drown in my sorrows
Thinking about tomorrows
But I know it'll be alright
As long as I can write
Come on and sing with me
As happy as can be
Pour me a fantasy
Play me a melody
And I will sing a song
Making it right each wrong
And it will make me strong
I will write on
Leave the light on
Glad to fight on
Singing a song
As long as I have a song to sing
To hopeful melodies I'll cling
I will write on
Leave the light on
Glad to fight on
Singing a song
Singing a song...
9th May 2023
{Inspired by Beth Hart's "As long as I have a song"}
Say what you want
Today, tomorrow, it’s a another month
Right now I feel captured, capsuled
But tomorrow, I’m changing my stars
Dealt something like a rapture, a lap full
With the misery of a prisoner, I’m rearranging these bars
The car can stay in the same place
Keep your keys, I supply my own need
Living days alone has granted me felony’s and fees
Got a lot of dreams but they can lay where they are
Hold my starry nights as freight in a glass jar
So simple, so precious, so brittle
Teardrops in open dimples, No longer am I up from the middle
Should these words burn, then they burn
But if they remain, then it’s my claim to mourn
Once more as an old man, I’ll be look into that shattered jar
Only to find a platter of lonely nights in a distant, so far
I wanna write forever
Be we each know I’m gonna die
I wanna capture these dreams
But I’m never gone try
I’m gonna write forever
Tomorrow, you and I may die
Form:
To hear the mermaids singing. Not quite.
To make sense of life. No experience, no nonsense.
To make life better for future generations.
Why care about the future? The dead don’t live to see it.
To save people or nations.
Poets just wanna have fun.
To exceed one’s limits, derivatives with limits.
The one power that a man can have is in the perfection of himself.
Clear commentary from which many people will derive meaning.
Having nothing to teach I tell a joke. The snail joke.
To produce knowledge, nuance and pleasure.
Whatever you do to one side of the equation you gotta do to the other.
There are a few mirrors in which I imagine myself.
The dream mirror in which I’m killin the villains.
The public school in which I teach, energy incubator awesome biomass
collector innovation inhibitor introduction to classical mathematics
memory organizer promotion celebration teen lovefest testosterone
uncontrolled substance.
Jail’s the alternative, alternate noosphere, foreseeable force,
intemperate penance, meditational penitentiary, prayer cellblock,
library laundry, aborted love life, deflating genes, judges’ chambers,
movie night.
Bad movies in which the logic switch is turned off.
The end of faith in which acts of war are mistaken for religious acts.
Photographs in which the name and face don’t match.
Measurements in which the last significant digit is the Other.
Might as well go to market.
Might as well believe in that higher power.
His wife left him in intensive care
After saying her last good-bye
She just couldn’t stay with him in there
For the moment he would die
They were married for over thirty years
He wrote lyrics for love songs
Words that would bring women to tears
To a beat you can sing along
Her best friend sat with him instead
So he wouldn’t have to die all alone
She leaned down and whispered near his head
“Please write for me a last love song”
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
They were lovers in thought alone
Never unfaithful to their spouse
Often in each other’s home
But never alone within the house
She always thought his songs were written
With thoughts of her in mind
Especially those about lovers smitten
The Romeo and Juliet kind
Though they never spoke to each other of love
She could see it in his eyes
She wondered what he was thinking of
And what he felt deep down inside
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
He died later that night
Without ever waking again
With the only one in sight
His wife’s very best friend
She shed a tear for the loss
Of a friend and fantasy
Pleading on his death bed
“Please write a last love song for me”
She reached inside her pocketbook
For a Kleenex to wipe her eyes
And found a piece of paper
Much to her surprise
Written in his handwriting
Was a note of just fourteen words
“There is an unsung love song in my desk,
Your request I have heard”
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
This very minute,I will write end
at the bottom of my last song;
it's better to cry more tears
than hanging on on silly fears!
Only once we screamed in passion,
then we grew further apart;
we saw the beautiful sunset,
now we see an ugly sunrise,
and it hurts more to realize
that I've been wrong twice...
and there's no hope for redemption!
I was drawn to you by a strong need,
throwing away my chance with others;
the only sunlight I saw was in you alone...
my quick downfall didn't take that long!
You talked kindly and sweetly,
coloring my big dreams brightly...
taking me to the bluest sky
that a lover could ever see;
I soared with you...just feeling happy,
not thinking I looked through the eyes
of an unsuspecting and deceived fool...
winding with the speed of a spool!
I will write end
with the sadness of a betrayed heart,
breaking down...to fill up
the banks of an empty river;
I will write end
to never remember you ever loved me,
or were a part of my existence...
your memory will disappear in an instant!
I think I may write, but of what I am not sure
It could a be a love verse or one not so pure
I think I would like to write a verse on love and life
But it gets so hard and can be full of such strife
What can I write for this new one-to-one
My thoughts are dried up, and now they are gone
The muse she has left me, what am I to do?
I will just send these lines, as they are now to you.
Please do not judge me, if I get it wrong
But this is a breeze, I may now write a song
A song of love or a song on what will be will be?
Come muse I beg, send a new thought down to me.
No I am not there yet, I can’t think of a new one
So I give up on this piece that was for the one-to-one.
I will do the next one when I know what to say
So this is the end of it, I will send this one your way.
© 13/01/2013
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