No rest for the wicked,
No rest for the broken,
Maternal, Paternal or kind.
No rest for the brave,
No rest for the aimless,
Immature or revolutionary minds.
No rest for the dreamers,
No rest in the nervous systems,
Of the critical, compliant and in line.
No rest for our hearts,
No rest for our instincts,
Survival Mode, pretending to be fine.
No rest from the challenges,
No rest from the inevitable,
Happiness in glimpses, occasionally still moments in the wind's heartbeat.
Rest from the inability to calm,
Rest from the parts that are wounded,
A person who matters lies underneath.
Rest from the speed of it,
Rest from force fed consumption,
Attachments brewing, to be laid down to breathe.
Rest from overworking,
Rest from unemployment,
Freedom possible, though the mountain steep.
Rest from lack of forgiveness,
Rest from judgement and projection,
Comprehension and kindness resting at our feet.
The good and true know rest and peace
Simple because without selfish intent
They can lay their burdens down
Moment by moment and so enjoy
The endless journey.
The bad and false know no rest
Because driven by desire
There is no satisfaction
And so their path
Becomes an endless wheel of suffering.
One is like a still pond
In which you can see your clear reflection,
The other a swift rapid
Making waves and turbulent eddies
At every turn.
One knows peace effortlessly
The natural byproduct of life in harmony,
The other knows it only as a dream
Something strived for
But never attained.
(10/26/25)
The world drowns us in problems
Then expects us to breathe solutions
In a society that demands whispers of lullabies rocking them to sleep
Whilst we deal with the havoc they wreak
Safe in the silence of their homes
Black women have to deal with the chaos outside alone
The white man's mess becomes the black persons job
Our pay - racism
Seems familiar, reminds you of anything
Maybe, a modern day version of slavery
No rest for the wicked they say
So why are the oppressors still sleeping
The good are punished
The evil rewarded
I guess we just live in a one-sided system
Where being a victim, makes you a villain
Our worth determined by how much blood we pour
The more we bleed, the more we are adored
Our pain is entertainment, they'll never get bored
For them it's like a cure for the common cold
Like an answer to all the world's problems
For them we are a sacrificial lamb
Something to feed off of, then be rid of the scraps
The story of our lives
Used then are blamed for our cries
Then are denied of our rights
To be humans not slaves
Can I be exonerated
For the crimes I never commited?
There’s no one to ask, I’m afraid
Which doesn’t make me uplifted
And its nowhere to go, I’m unseen
Cause my passport is shining too bright
Unwelcomed, I see the screen
But never I saw the light,
Of that special hour, before the evening
Covers your land, my reader
No rest for the wicked, believe me
Wicked isn’t me, but a leader
Of lemmings with human faces
Though I don’t belong to that file
I never cared for rat races
But for you I’m of common pile
Concerning about your peace
You cannot see what you’re not shown
It’s not an eyesight disease
But a mental thing, still unknown.
Continuous
From the second I awaken until the oblivion of death,
There is no rest for the wicked, I regret what I said;
But never the intentions or things I never mentioned,
Because they were not worthy of being spoken, only being questioned.
Until I am dead I shall fight for this cause.
Love is yours and mine and us all.
It belongs to us, creates and irritates us,
But still in the end it all comes down to love.
Life is by design a curious creator.
Life is worth trying to reach the ever-after.
People and politics don’t mix.
Tell me your truth and I will show you their laughter.
(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
As was sit in this Life
You cannot turn away
This is not the Time
Turn the Tide for Love
To stand against Evil
We must stand as One
Remove the thorn of Pain
No rest for the Wicked
Can You see beyond Your Nose
Even if I stand alone
I will never give in
I feel right is more than just a pose
The World is at stake now
To Sleep is to let Evil Rule
I beg of You to join Us
This may be the last Dance
Salvation Army Soliders Of Jesus Christ God Armour upon me Camoflauge time running moving in God speed speed demons racing God speed On Gods time Body Of Christ spitting Water Life Light and Fire on dark seeds
water dark seeds to the accuser of thy brethren Look at the Battle scene War Soliders armed with John 3:16 Through Christ God have His Body Death now we now all Redeemed Life Thank God for Christ My Heart screams in War while shooting while the Bible bleeds Holy Sword Shield of Faith blocking dark beams fiery darts the archon archers squeeze bow and arrows I’m in Gods Team Team Jesus God in Me I’m the bad guy for telling the truth enemy of the world wonder how would they treat me if I was on the dark side Christ Died for me now I go hard and God sees Christ Salvation We The Army The righteous are bold as a lion Salute to my brothers in Christ Soldiers of Christ in This war Put on The Lords Might Power of Elohim tell my adversaries Good night sleep there’s No rest for the wicked sleep tight Revelations Second Coming of Christ with A Sword like a theif in the night Jesus Christ the Army I’m a beam of Light God Son
"Intermission: Flutterby Reveille"
Impromptu like a moth
pale words flutter out of his
psychodelic mind
curious funny flutterby…
for a second then, I didn't move,
deadpan, I said,
"... try again with some panache, some style"
incredulously, I smiled,
he's tripping guitar leads
counting long-tooth years
and numbers between drum beats
here no rest for the wicked, we...
hear pretty worded poets
walk on tip toe
balancing wet bars
on bipolar tightropes
shaking up and banging upside down
all the pretty snowglobes
In his land of silent muses
driving as he wrote
Singing “Every Little Breeze Seems to Whisper Louise's”
Pushing the envelope
aside, he writes,
retirement is a caged zoo
he gets high on cryptic puzzles
and cracking her
Sudoku
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Breakfast Reveille:
The Angels, “Take a Long Line”
https://youtu.be/4LdZAK2Rfkg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://youtu.be/4bWsbCpCwOg
The Angels, “Rhythm Rude Girl”
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/angels/rhythmrudegirl.html
Fixation of war engulfs the world
To take another person's land in the darkness
Dragging the life force out of good
Shoving change down another's throat
Creating equality that isn't pure or from the heart
Never to return in the womb of new life
Bowing heads of mercy slaughters
No peace of mind
No rest for the wicked
The body of the mortal shell shattered
The light of transfiguration will fade to nothing
The souls within hardens and humility will be long gone
It's quiet now on the edge of town
food is scarce on the land
There's a turbulence something stirring
How can you even face it
no rest for the wicked
they travel in packs as a wolf
every corner they will follow
hearts are filled with bitter sorrow
they hide behind a squeeky wheel
others insist as no big deal
they can't help you cause they can't help themselves
searching through the garbage for truth
fall under the hiden garb of compromise
can't we see through those lies
they stay up all night with fright
in search of blood dripping blood off of side
the evil run away to hide
when they see the light
falling on deaf ears
they falls with bitter tears.
Is there any escape
from noise?
A crash, a rattle, a spoon in a cup
No rest for the wicked
Insistent buzzing piled up
Blaring horns
Lighted signs
Engines screaming in ears
So many angered red faces
Social media fears
To sit idle and quiet
Zazen tonic for nerves
An improbable concept
Driven on life’s oil slick’d curves
To slow
To ponder
To throttle it back
Oh, to step off of pavement
Rip out thick knotted phone jacks
But too much is this burden
Our man made bundle of sticks
Tied up with blood ribbons
Taking selfies for kicks
Not to know is too much knowing
Plagued by asking such questions
Turn thoughts off with pop-ups
Start the binge watching session.
No sleep when your heart is aching
The ache is constant the hurt doesn't beat
You live with needles in your skin, constant throbbing
The memories of him playing over and over
Twisting and turning no sleep tonight... again ...father why?
I want to erase the memories...run away from this agony ...I want this to end
No sleep...just tears and pain... I don't want to live here, drunken in anguish twisting and turning no rest for the wicked...haunted by his face , he's sleeping next to his new mate...and me just here ,I want to die ...twisting and turning pray for peace within....restless...sleepless
No rest for the wicked...the torn and the twisted
The devils enlisted
Shots to my soul but they missed it
No rest for gangster goons and ghouls
fiends and fools
Chopping up lines and lighting up spoons
No rest for the angry and addicted the condemned and convicted
No end to that neverending supernatural sentence
No rest for mortals and monsters
Bad men and beasts...digesting power and defecating on peace
No rest on sin streets paved with fools gold...1000 miles an hour down dead end drives straight into bloody brick walls
Rise and fall to run and flip...dropped like a dime in a bottomless pit
Far beyond or far behind...No rest for lost losers at the end of the line
Silent in the darkness of each breath..inhaling this air we feed to the lungs within the beast of our inner torment, Ever cautious ever alert our presence creeps across the meadow as the mist protrudes from around us.. If only this demon could be sworn off, killed and defeated, left and feeling nothing to suffer in its own mindlessness, Yet we stand as it rips, tears and grows within us.. Changing our souls for everything it was once worth to something it turns into pure hate in a nightmare of a world, If we can't be ourselves...Then who can we truly be, We walk a fine line as the edge slips away from us we stumble to find ourselves within fighting off this beast...nothing we can do....nothing anyone can do...less we kill off the demon with the blade of our pure selves ripping its heart out and feeding it to our gorge of an abyss, If we can't be ourselves..then why try to be anything at all....haha..you will never be anything of any worth till you fend off the one thing that binds you to your own hate..your anger merely feeds it giving it strength as it grows within you, Stay strong and make the demon bleed...there's no rest for the wicked things that linger in your lives.
True Solitude
Days disappear in never ending solitude
No rest for the wicked the night calls me
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
A few choice things have I always perused
Only ideals will be able to set my soul free
Days disappear in never ending solitude
A reckless course abandoned, now ensued
No it's not a cry for help, not even a plea
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
Looking now the words seem somewhat rude
Not the intention at all, but who will truly see
Days disappear in never ending solitude
Seeing my life now I have become quiet crude
A very costly price for that brief feeling of glee
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
Truths that I seek, my actions also delude
He believes in nothing they coldly decree
Days disappear in never ending solitude
But I do not seek approval of the multitude
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