high above… shines love
celestial skies… peaceful dove…
down below... war’s glow
Go-go gadget, withdrawals no more,
a toast to addicts—there’s treasure on the floor.
X marks the spot, scribbled in Crayola,
connect all the dots—ecstasy, the night is over.
From Rock ’em Sock ’em robots to rocks in socks, a show-off,
hungry hungry Zippos, the money swells my lymph nodes, a lovely something sent ghosts—
right outside your windows,
trust no one, innuendo,
the night piggybacks the sickos.
I feel far from home, yet remotely close to sin,
my coffin’s so inviting—volunteer, I jump right in.
Fundamental frequency, but I only hit the high note,
incidental contingencies, lies in every word that she spoke.
Intentional indecency—my clip could use a reload,
a spectacle illegally, items bought without a barcode.
I yearn for entertainment, chose the red pill, hide from agents,
time’s complacent, me and drugs—true love, it’s our engagement.
And if I ever said “drugs make me a better me,”
I’m sorry that I lied—every night,
I cry myself to sleep.
I’ve walked the length of my sentence
long after the gates unlatched,
counting the gravel underfoot
as if each stone might still accuse.
The years have grown moss over my name,
but transgression carved into memory’s vestibule
means there is always one chair turned away,
its back carved with the shape of my absence.
I’ve mended the fence,
stitched the torn sleeve,
poured water into the roots I once scorched—
but the wind still carries
a syllable I cannot unhear.
So I move,
but not without the weight of glancing—
a pilgrim with a mirror in his pack,
catching the ghost of my own retreat.
And forward is a road
that keeps folding back on itself,
a loop of weathered timber and rain-dark stone,
where even the horizon
wears my shadow like a borrowed coat,
and the door I step through
is always the same vestibule.
.
To Rose! To Rose! a primitive prose
Your rose, like a rose to my nose
It pricks with thorns, but, on my heart adorns
Till my heart grows and forever glows
To Rose! To Rose! a primitive prose
I'll follow wherever the wind blows
A pleasant breeze, from primitive seas
Swear I'll sail to wherever it goes
One slow motion jagged tear
found me after you left me here.
Its wetness sits still upon my face
as I stare at absolutely no place.
What I do live and what I dream
and all sundries fitting in between,
now struggle in a frenzied dance
passing thru, in and out, this circumstance.
My brain is mush circling a clueless groove.
Surely, I need an enlightened next move.
Calm failed to enter when you shut the door,
and life as I knew it quit being anymore.
I simply cannot find my identity.
Maybe it left with you and my clarity.
I seek to ease a primal urge to shout
at frenzied thoughts dashing about.
Perhaps I knew years had grown weeds
while I prayed for fertilized love seeds.
Perhaps I knew time long held this bleed
while I prayed true love would succeed.
Climbing the highest mountain,
sailing through cyclonic seas,
battling the demons and dragons.
My spirit is begging to be free.
I spent half my life flaying at windmills,
later in the valley of despair,
I gave up many times with death in mind,
but I knew you were waiting somewhere.
Love led me to a verdant forest.
The light shimmered on a jeweled path.
Taking my hand and with bated breath,
I saw you and my sorrows passed.
Waiting for me with arms open wide,
with the light of love in your eyes.
Thawing my heart and my empty soul,
healing my wounds with your sighs.
I have waited a thousand years, it seems,
through a lifetime of sadness and pain.
I could hear your call, and I followed through.
My life has not been in vain.
So be there
SO BE THERE
TO KNOW MY LOVE FOR YOU AT THE LAST SUNSET
TO KNOW YOUR HEART AND GUT FEELINGS FOR THEY RIDE TOGETHER FOR CARNIVALS OFFEN
MAYBE STILL CONFUSED ABOUT OUR LOVE
WHICH ROLLS MORE THAN THE WHEELS RIDES ON MY NEARBY CHILDREN PLAYGROUND
SO BE THERE FOR MORE OR NO MORE OF US
WELL THAT WOULD DO .......
Beauty
One
From
The time
Of wonder
Beauty within
Faded in realm
Gone with you taken my
Love of life with beauty
Beauty of soul no matter
That was the matter of soul and body
May my words cut deeply into thy soul as a sharpened sword
Loosening the impediments of fear and hate causing your discord
May they like the shinning surgical blade make their incisions
Removing all delusion and indecision
Yet, also let them be as precise as a master surgeons work
Clearing even those hidden elements as they lie in lurk
Waiting to surprise and cause great demise
With full effect causing great pain and loud cries
But let my closing bring healing and peace
As the comforting sigh you now release
Let my words, now new seeds be
For you to use eternally
Let them nurture and encourage your life
Helping to endure and overcome strife
Knowing my love will always endure
And always be there for you, for sure
Words may be sharp, but be used to be kind
It’s just a matter of which ones you find
Every word I say traveling to thee
Is meant to bring love and comfort from me
Built
Build a promise or fake a love life.
The choice is yours,
But of course,
Be sure.
(C)2024 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
“Dreams, comforting at times, bring to life those we’ve lost or yearn for. “ Quote by poet
Stretching across the bright heavens,
The sun's beams of many
Colors paint the radiant sky.
Softly meeting the horizon,
Leaves of the most burning ember
And pink cherry blossom,
On Autumn trees, pepper our path.
A Kiss of warmth sways our gay play.
We hover, veiled above the grass.
None living, round the orchid blooms.
Woven love swirling quietly
About promising fields,
As it webs perfectly upon
Our longing heart and soul.
A yawn of clouds, peace together
Gone, only to waken alone.
Lost to a dream I wished was in.
Shadows gather into countless
Piece of kaleidoscope shard glass.
Know my eyes fill with tears.
A crunch white-page heartfelt aching.
Awaken to silence, alone,
In a sweat to a wilting mass
Of nothingness and space
Of elapsed painful memories.
F=Forgiveness is for,
O=Others to be given then to,
R=Receive.
G=God forgives me,
I=I must forgive them and I do.
V=Voice for,
E=Everyone to hear.
N=Never holding back,
E=Energy of love from me to you.
E=Except my words and,
S=See we still can be friends ~ Hooray.
the click-clack climb, breathless pause of
reaching so high then... falling in love
Being a Lonely Asteroid
Billions of years in the universe of time, millions of solar systems
galaxies, living stars, dead stars, speeding starlights of dead worlds
My solitude is this life, scud through in infinity, in the space, a cold life
I am just a pebble, like my brothers in the ocean. This is our life
No one understands us. Suffering my asteroid heart. I can’t land
I can’t find a stable place for my billions of years old life. Oh God!
I can’t find a heart, a lifemate, a love, a woman, I can’t create a family
Because I have to move always. My end is the scud, the speed. Hmm
No stop. Never. Just go, go, go… No time to die. But I need. Long this
Hmm. My nature, my life is my end. If I land, then I will explode
Nothing will remain and stay of my life
Just my invisible grave in the crater
Hmm
This is
The Poor
Asterid
Life
I will continue my life
In the ocean
The Perfume Bottle
The perfume bottle, sparkling clear and bright,
Gifted to me by my bride, with delight,
Preciously preserved across sands of time,
As a memory of our love still shines;
Inside the bottle lies a soft and sweet
Scent of shared love, a wholesome shining treat
Of vernal flowers, blooming fresh and new,
Handpicked for their fragrance and lively hues;
With a gentle touch, a thin spray seeps out
To outlast its whiff through the day, no doubt,
A tiny drop on the skin is not vain,
It rushes love memories in its train;
It streams tenderness of first loving days,
Revives in my mind sweetness of old ways,
Rouses a warm feel of fond affection,
A cozy feeling, verging on passion;
More than a perfume bottle, it`s love sign
That across flight of time does not decline,
Memory of first love held in the hand
That like rock, many a strain does withstand.
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