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Steve Harvell Poem
Without you, my life just merely exists.
Because without you all my hopes and dreams are just that.
For you have put something wonderful in my world.
It is there your words I love to hear.
The one's that let me know how much you care.
It is without you that my eyes are blind with no sight to see.
For you have brought marvelous beauty to what didn't exist.
It is there in my heart that is a dark and lonely feeling.
One to which now you fill with joy and happiness.
For without you, the music was just something to ease the hurt.
But now it is something more as I hear each key on the piano play.
It is our time we spend though far away.
It is your smile I see when I close my eyes to pray.
It's your heart I feel as I lay down at night.
As I think of what it would be like with you by my side.
It is there my days grow long as I wait the day of us to be.
I hear David Nevue as he plays, Watching the Clock.
As I count the minutes slowly passing by.
For it is without you my soul desires to love.
As my pain turns into tears from the love I have for you.
Like a Cry of the Sea, I hear my waves crash the inside of my being.
As like the sea, it looks for some place the water can escape its volume.
It is there I am expose to all that God has given.
As I find myself loving you in every way.
But it is your persistent that keeps me fighting to survive.
As you have given me great hopes of true love.
Because without you, I never would of love.
As you are my angel of sweet and pure godly love.
But it is there I love you the most.
As my heart feel you tugging hard.
But it is there I am not without.
Because you complete me forever as my heart belongs to you.
With great expectations of my wildest dream.
It is without you I would just merely exist.
But because of you that I have found my love for life.
That of the spirit of my soul I'm down on bending knee.
As I pray for us never to part this existing of it's being.
But forever love one another with all our heart and my life I give to thee.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2010
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Steve Harvell Poem
It is that of our hearts
we feel, as if one had
die. That of a love that
past. That of a love we
lost. It is of a
remembrance we
think. When we sad
and lonely inside. That
of the darkness fills
our soul down deep.
It's the thought of
what we wish we still
had. But never the
doulbt, its the true
feeling to which makes
us sad. That of my
heart, the void, the
pain which exist. I am
alive but only cause he
wont let me die. I fight
to survive as the tears
roll down my face. The
Love, the hate, it eats
at me. Why me lord?
What did I do to feel
such hurt? Please,
release me that I may
fly that like a bird. And
carry this love far
from my heart. But
stay close! You all I
got left in this world.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2012
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Steve Harvell Poem
It is that of a persons heart to which we live
The pain and suffering but at the same time the happiness
that exist in the world. It is only human that we feel what we feel and act the way we do at times. But it is the most inner soul's being we strive to be who we really are. We all want the right person in life,the finer things we struggle, for dreams we find crush everyday as we fight just to merely exist and get by in life. But the love we have in ourselves is remarkable and untouched as we are what God wants us to be. No one said life be easy and he sure didn't make us sin free due to eve and the poison she bring upon this earth. But man is man as we face our weaknesses everyday as most strive to be better in some way and others just turning pure devil est ways. Its there we share the same dreams really you and me. You see,I am no different for if you cut; we all bleed the same color of red through our vain. But always stand tall and strong in your beliefs and doings in life, just as long as you know your right. But be not afraid to face the truth and consequence of our actions. Its only God you have to answer to and no one else in life control the path you walk but that of a higher power. Sometimes,just be a friend of encouragement to one another and don't try preaching all time cause you saving no one. You just beating the bush with words that are loud but hearts that are hard. But be a friend cause that's one thing none us truly really have. Cause think about it, even they stab you in the back. But lift up a spirit even with a smile cause there be the true happiness and God's way of showing he care when he gave you love.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2019
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Steve Harvell Poem
I not here to condemn the world but it be saved
Tho I walk the shadows of life its darkness
Appear not unto me for I am
Constant struggle the path lead not destruction
But obstacles of mysteries unknown
Who I am is strong and will minded
Setting feat's only imaginable
But conquering all wars for I am
I am of pain, it's misery of desire
Emptiness I am not without but I feel
Who I am is of much more power than I
Do I stand not that I am let to stand
My souls dying thirst for life I breathe
Only that I believe I carry my next air
It's who I am, a fighter of my own domain
A life I see which takes many years
Not just to be but it eats at your inside
The people, the problem, the solution
Who I am, what life has made
But who I am, what I have made
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2019
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Steve Harvell Poem
Your love to me I am on fire.
My desire of the heart it feels.
Your words I hear your voice among them.
I reach out to touch but can not feel.
My empitness of life the void of image I see.
A beauty before my grace I fall to my knees.
My tears they drench in sorrow.
The belove I hold near my heart in dreams.
But only in hopes of tomorrows do I love.
But my every desire to touch and hold you close.
It is my dream to love once more deep in my soul.
But never be alone in darkness and always be love in heart.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2013
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Steve Harvell Poem
It is that of a persons heart to which we live. The pain and suffering but at the same time the happiness that exist in the world. It is only human that we feel what we feel and act the way we do at times. But it is the most inner soul's being we strive to be who we really are. We all want the right person in life,the finer things we struggle, for dreams we find crush everyday as we fight just to merely exist and get by in life. But the love we have in ourselves is remarkable and untouch as we are what God wants us to be. No one said life be easy and he sure didnt make us sin free due to eve and the poison she brung upon this earth. But man is man as we face our weaknesses everyday as most strive to be better in some way and others just turning pure devilest ways. Its there we share the same dreams really you and me. You see,I am no different for if you cut; we all bleed the same color of red through our vains. But always stand tall and strong in your beliefs and doings in life, just as long as you know your right. But be not afraid to face the truth and consequinces of our actions. Its only God you have to answer to and no one else in life control the path you walk but that of a higher power. Sometimes,just be a friend of encouragement to one another and dont try preaching all time cause you saving no one. You just beating the bush with words that are loud but hearts that are hard. But be a friend cause that's one thing none us truely really have. Cause think about it, even they stab you in the back. But lift up a spirit even with a smile cause there be the true happiness and God's way of showing he care when he gave you love.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2013
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Woke at five and heard the rain sprinkle,
so I crawled back in for a good morning sleeper.
All that stIrred was the fan beside the bed as
I turned it off and curled to stir some heat.
My eyes went close and the world went black,
I went back sleep in hopes of St. Nick.
Not a dream lingers, not even a sound made.
That fat little" son of a monkey's az just
flew over my house again.
I flew from my bed with my shotgun in my hand,
I get you this time my friend and all your precious jewels.
Third round came and I let off a shot, Dang he's
quick as I hit Rudolph in the sack.
He rared and kicked as he shot straight to the sky.
As Santa cried, I get you next year as he
flew out of sight.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2014
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It is in spirit I am but not
A unbroken soul is lead to bleed
That of my soul I am without
But within I fight to survive
This being striving for life
Striving to love even down deep
Unbroken of two halves lingers
That of knowledge of knowing existence
And that of emptiness of feeling inside
I know I am not alone you see
For I feel you inside of me
Close in light but darkness prevails
I feel the urge to scream
I feel separate from this being I am
Unbroken I fail to fall to my knees
I am strong even tears shed not out
As you rip my integrity to pieces
I love still this bond we hold
The will of strength to stand tall
Unbroken I dare to fold under the earth
I will not die that to which I've become
But believe light shows the heart
I should love even in dark
The things I do not hold in the day
But be whole in myself for I must
Cause unbroken I am not
But me I am all but that
I am a man in life's taken
But a person of dream and struggle
Just to remain I must stay as one
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2015
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The music soft,the candles flickering the light of the room.
Your skin I feel the softness of the apperance it betrays
My fingers you feel at play through your curves.
Your valley I run deep with excitement of my tongue.
The taste of your pleasures I endure every juice.
The touch of my lips you feel its tug of your tingles.
Your emotion running wild as I explore you futher.
Finding my way through your peaks and around the tips I flow.
The sensation of your passion I explode of love for the soul.
As I caress you gently and love you even more.
You find me near your neck whispering sweet love of the soul.
The spots I touch you've never known.
But the love we make together be like hot steam in the room.
But the pleasures we both would indure.
Just from me being the man making love to you.
And everything you are that would make us so perfect in bed.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2013
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Its depth, laid there in dark.
The beat of my heart I feel the thump.
What is it that we love so freely?
The anger that drives us from inside.
That of a passion to which burns through us.
That of our skin only flesh but human.
It is the emptiness we feel when we are alone.
That of no existance do we live but death.
That of ourselfs we drown in sweet sorrow.
There, my soul lays in darkness.
My emotions torn through like that of shredded paper.
The thorns it rips with blood drips.
My persistance vidal but weak.
My signs of no recovery.
My death is sure to be near.
My love pulled apart from me.
The heart, only a single thump.
It crys the pain of tears.
How do I live?
It is only God's grace I survive.
But for what?
To just live and die,to be hurt inside!
It is purpose I strive as I fight.
But life that bits as I am taken.
As I lay here awake, I am not sleep.
My mind wondering where we go wrong?
Where did I? Or did I?
My love angers out of control.
The words are not that of a justify man.
But the hurt and feelings hard to deny.
I die these days in silence.
Alone and in darkness but no remoirse.
My soul,void and without love.
My life, just that of a man.
Dead but with life he gives me to live.
I am only what I am.
Just a man without cause and dreams.
But I am a man of true being.
Kill me that I may rise again.
Rise, Rise, to my full potential of being!
Love in my heart once more that it may be real.
But be ever lasting til the days of my end.
That there, the soul prevails and the heart beat as one again.
Copyright © Steve Harvell | Year Posted 2012
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