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Your greatest victory
Was my worst defeat
When you walked the high road
I stumbled down the low road
When you gained it all
I truly lost everything
You became whole
And I slowly fell to pieces
You have nothing but time
But time for me has frozen
I was just a small chapter to you
But to me you're several novels
You filled my days with warm rays of light
But now I stand forever cast in darkness
Your eyes made me feel real
But now I feel plastic and fake
Our time together was pleasurable
But the memories are painful
Wherever you walk the sun shines
Wherever I walk the rain follows
Your greatest victory
Was my worst defeat
Because you got to walk away
While I could only stand and watch
Peace brings equality
It's why they crave the chaos
It makes then feel less empty
It makes them feel validated
Silence asks too many questions
The silence holds the truth
The chaos hides lies
It's why they start wars
As it distracts from accountability
A pretence they've kept up for centuries
Knowing one wrong move will have their facade crumble
The fake smiles
The tight grip of a handshake
Publicly giving condolences
But in private making plans to profit of our pain
The name of this game
Fake activism and performative allyship
The players
White liberals
And the strained smile of the white politician
War over peace
Their secret motto
Disguised as care for the people
What they don't tell you
Is that they really mean they only care about their people
It's just a matter of how you view their actions
It's just a matter of how they verbalise their words
Especially when they make promises
Of a new and improved world
But years later
It's changed for the worst
Humans are inherently selfish
Especially the ones who were spoon fed privilege
The ones who don't face discrimination
The ones who become blind to issues that doesn't affect them
The ones who relax in a pool of power
Privilege funding their ignorance
The irony is their problems were solved by the enslaveds labour
But can't even 'apologise' by fixing the damage they have done
Marriage is a joke.
Under moonlight we spoke of an exchange of new sensations;
In the secrets of loves code, we created a conversation.
Into a series of unknown’s, we allowed ourselves to fall
And all in the hope of finding ourselves in love.
Musicians know the score is strumming my pain away;
If a she-devil wants to take me for a ride, then I shall happily go.
We are all lonely on the inside and waiting for just one big day;
Congratulations to you all! I shall raise a toast!
To the bride and groom;
Let their love be doomed!
To the drunk father of the bride; have another drink!
To the best man, the worst of us all.
Get on with it, we need to consume,
This terrible food the groom’s mother has made;
What is this?
Is this really true love? It will never last.
I give it a month before they are creeping behind your back.
Again she smiles, in denial,
Like she did when she first lied, on the day that you first met.
Now she is losing you from her memory; a drink and kiss takes it all.
She could have stayed with you,
But the more you do, the less is said.
A regular in a pub and a regular in love;
The last time you truly loved, it broke your heart; remember that?
Oh look there is your new love, being asked to dance;
Put a slow record on, get nice and close
And forget the love that you have.
She wants new things;
New lovers and a new reason to smile.
So your love is no more
And this thing you have always believed in, will only last a little while.
Beauty is forever fading and it will soon die.
In the days of our lives,
People always do as they please and they are empty on the inside.
You will never find true love, no matter how many times you try;
The phone rings, the lie stings…
I hope you live a long and bountiful love life.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Lovenom
Have you wondered how is that we fall in love?
Perhaps you thought a disguise blessing from above?
I say this deception is distilled with in us.
Deep with in the dark of the soul and venomous.
It’s the poison of the heart; the hemlock of the soul.
It leaves our eyes blackened; a gun powder dull.
It’s the pulse in our veins; the cadence in our blood.
It’s the oxygen overdose that floods our lungs.
It’s injected through our eyes in a moments glance
Infected like prey we'll never stand a chance.
We plagued our very hearts and minds with our own hands.
We plagued our souls and thoughts which we’ll never understand.
I’ve tried to unplug my heart and soul from this program
In attempt to see how addicted I really am.
But that only sucked the air out of my lungs
Which made me see the worst I’ve become.
Dress me up in this poisonous disease of fancy.
Before you know it I’ll be dead and you’ll be happy.
Dress me up in this permanent imperfection.
As my heart will ache for a cure to this infection.
Paul Ryan seems too concerned,
I fear,
that there are non-MAGAs who actively seek to harm
the U.S. President.
While I am among those
who would prefer to live in a nation
that never would have ever elected a kleptocrat,
an anti-Lady Liberty Colossus,
this is because we feared he might deliver on his promises
Which felt like more of a threat to healthy democracy,
thereby bringing far more harm upon himself,
and the rest of us,
than we would ever wish
upon our worst enemy.
DT2 is harming himself
quite Make America Sick Again
effectively.
He needs no Make Business As Usual
greedy and corrupt help with that.
"I's" to a "WE"
If our very existence
were merely a test,
I guess we would rank
as the worst of the best.
Excelling in all
of the sciences known,
while seeking division
from those of our own.
What is the point
of us being so smart
if we make it a weapon
that drives us apart?
How different
our civilization would be
if we traded in
all of the "I's" for a "WE"
With knowledge and purpose
to live as supreme,
in dominion of earth
and the sky and the sea.
Resourcefully seeking
to strengthen our force
to exist on this earth
for it's life giving source.
We've come to the point
of our technology,
where people throughout
the whole world should be free.
Existing in peace
without worry or threat
because life is deemed precious
and all needs are met.
If we could evolve
from the "I's" to a "WE",
from the struggle and strife
to how great life should be,
common in purpose,
united as one,
just think of the prizes
our race will have won.
-Jeannie Minor
I'm looking for you in bits and pieces
In someone's height, in someone's face
In someone's cry and in someone's grace
I crave your trace
This never ending yearning won't stop till I find
The one that I can finally call mine
I tend to push my heart into believing
That guy is the one, That guy might be the one, That guy just might be the one but
The heart knows what it knows
He never is, nobody is.
These useless attempts of forcing love into my life constantly ends up with me knowing that the result is not what I expect.
I Wish I could pick and choose and build you with my own hands.
It'd be easier to just opt a nice personality, good height, mesmerizing face, hazel eyes, veiny arms but they don't add up to you. Because those eyes wouldn't be the ones that look for my hoodie in a room full of red dresses, that face wasn't the one I held with my very hands, those arms don't lift me with happiness and give me a princess twirl.
The problem is that even if I had the superpower to put you together from boys of my age, I would still be left heartbroken
You aren't formed of their qualities but my expectations and imaginations. You laugh with me, crave me, touch me, look for me and me alone. That can never be true because this version of you just doesn't exist. You do not exist and that's the worst of all
I think the language of dating tends to be intentionally overeducated, because modern romance often requires forensic attention to fragments: eye movements, direct response or response delay and strategic silence.
The term ‘boyfriend’ is a deliberate allocation of trust.
Though we kiss for control with charming nonchalance,
it’s gritty and everyday, not decorative companionship.
He’s seen my worst screenshots
On another note..
I love staying up late at morning
I have vampire tendencies
that’s my frequency
Should I start to turn in earlier
or wait for school to begin
I’m that kind of worrier
that’s the way my world spins
.
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A song for this:
Deny by La Sécurité
Farewell, dear America, farewell for now.
The gold that once gleamed bright and shiny
upon a hill built through toil,
built with faith and dreams,
is for many just a glimmer
far away, it seems.
Built by those in revolt
against kings and unfair tax,
built by those in chains
with stripes on their backs,
built by those whose beliefs
were stronger than those
who wanted their own brand
of tyranny imposed.
Farewell, dear America, farewell for now.
Miss Liberty hasn't taken her final bow.
She is patient and caring.
She has seen the worst and the best.
She carries the torch high
in memory of those who now rest,
who fought the good fight,
who gave America their all,
who sacrificed everything
to answer the Liberty Bell's call.
We shall not bow down, nor bend a knee.
We shall not live in fear, nor flee.
This is our country, our land, our home,
where voices and deeds
have woven a beautiful poem
that shall ever be spoken,
be sung, be read
by ones who cherish
true Freedom instead
of being once again enslaved
to power, to greed,
but rather hold their heads high
in days of darkness, in days of anger
and in times of need.
Yes, farewell dear America, farewell for now.
You are like a ship of mercy, of love and compassion
with a shining golden bow, and sails so strong that no winds can rend.
We look forward to sailing upon that ship soon,
yes, soon, once again.
Fancy Nancy O'Clancy,
From the fanciest part of town,
Came to the Saturday Dance
Wearing the fanciest gown.
The ladies all noticed how Nancy,
From the moment she took off her shawl,
Held all the boys in a trance,
As the fanciest girl at the ball.
I knew right away that miss Nancy
Would dance with each guy for a while,
But for me there wasn't a chance;
I knew that I wasn't her style.
The fellas all gathered 'round Nancy,
But through them, I managed to see;
Her eyes met mine in a glance,
And Nancy smiled at me.
My heart stood still for a moment,
My temperature rose a degree,
I thought there might be a chance
That Nancy would dance with me.
I walked 'cross the room toward Nancy,
Determined I wouldn't be meek;
I started to ask her to dance,
But I was too nervous to speak.
For a while we just stared at each other;
When the tension appeared at it's worst,
A voice from the crowd broke the trance,
Saying, "Look who she's dancing with first!"
Though trembling, I escorted Nancy
To the dance floor while everyone stared;
The music began and we danced,
And that's when I knew that she cared.
Fancy Nancy O'Clancy
Waltzed with me all through the night,
And since that Saturday dance,
She hasn't been out of my sight.
Now me and Nancy O'Clancy
Are married and glad as can be,
All because Fancy Nancy
Took a fancy to me.