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Kev Harlequin Jul 2023
Never settle for caterpillar
Never think cocoon is the end
Butterfly isn't easy
Let change be your friend.
Kev Harlequin Jan 2019
I would've never imagined that I'd have you as my own
In my life there's been nothing but gray skies and cyclones.

Now you're the sunshine that chase the clouds away,
the gentle breeze that gives me peace on heated day.

My always;
my forever.
My climate, cause you don't switch up like the weather.

My day one, my woman,
my hype; my wife.
You're precisely my type.
Thank you for changing my life.
Dedicated to The Queen of my Heart
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
They told me I couldn't make it,
That the reason I'm here is because of parents making love without being in love so they had to fake it,
They said I was a mistake,
And that the next time they see me would either be on TV as a criminal or on the death channel announcing the date of my wake,
Hateful lips cursed me out,
Judgemental minds and hands put me out,
I didn't fit in or belong to their circles because I'm a square,
For a while I thought it was unfair,
To be the only one that had to skip school because I didn't even have a bus fair,
Fitting on my pair of high top boots everywhere I go because I honestly had nothing else to wear,
Or Spending half an hour every morning plucking sponges out of my hair,
Turning my socks over on my feet since the heels had holes,
No microwave or gas so the food had to be cooked with coals,
Had a pain in my soul to watch my family suffer any more so I stole,
I started drinking like no tomorrow,
Thinking alcohol was the cure to sorrow,
Playing a real life game called pain and depression,
Losing points to an opposition called anger and aggression,
My mind was tortured,
My faith needed to be nurtured,
If my place in life was a woman then you know I was down to search her,
I started drifting from the people that loved me,
My philosophy was centred around my selfish desires and trusted nobody else but the Hennessey,
And I couldn't see,
I didn't see the sweat or the tears shed by my family for me,
I didn't hear the quiet prayers they said for me every night before they went to sleep,
Long story short, their prayers were answered when God Himself said to me He had bigger plans for me,
Yes He called me by name, chose me to use my life as a living testimony, my struggles and stories to minister to those youths who are just like me,
Born unruly but can't do nothing without the go ahead from the Almighty,
His name is Jesus and I say it unashamed,
He changed my life for the better and for you He can do the the same if you let him,
What do you really have to lose?
He lost his life just for you but the media doesn't like to promote that news,
He chose to die because He wanted you to live, came back alive so He can spend eternity with you and continuously give,
You peace of mind,
The piece of you that's been missing for a while,
He loves you like a father loves His child,
So just let him love you, He won't ever leave your side,
Run to Him if you need a safe place to hide,
Trust Him and He'll teach you how to trust yourself,
You're to die for and He wants you to know your wealth,
This is not a church people poem, I'm done with that religious mess,
Because the message I bring promotes a lifestyle like Jesus and nothing less,
Say I won't do it, put me to the test,
Luke 1:37 is stitched in my cardiac arrest,
Beats in my chest,
In the centre of why I do what I do,
I do because a lot of youths are too scared to stand up for truth,
So I'll stand out,
Open my mouth,
And declare from North to South,
I am different, don't try to figure me out.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
As the rain comes down on my window pane,
I took a look at the world and I could see the pain,
I could feel the pain!
They need a change,
So I'll be the pill that could ease the migraine.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
You're going to need a lot therapy if you try to step into my mind,
I'll shut the door in your face, fool,
I don't have time.

Wasting my time with with your speculations,
Steady trying to put death in my destinations,
Little child you're not a man,
you'll never understand,
I got whole wide world chilling, icing in my hands -cold world.

Never will you knock me off my stand,
You need a better plan.

All you haters can try again.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
I'm sorry for lying,
I'm sorry for trying to convince you I wasn't dying,
I'm sorry for letting my depression get so bad that my smiles blinded your eyes from mine to see I was crying.

Crying for peace.
Crying for silence.
Crying and wailing on the floor of my mind-dungeon trying to hide the marks of violence.

These scars on my soul tell a story,
These stars up above get the glory.

Because they listened as I poured my sorrows on them,
The dark sky eventually became my best friend,
The cold nights would wrapped me in their arms and then,
I'll become numb to fact that I'm near to my end.
I'm sorry again.
Kev Harlequin Aug 2017
Skin covered in sin colour,
Bullet in the head of a young brother,
Screams and tears from his dear mother,
And everyday the Five-O kills another.
Kev Harlequin Feb 2018
I remember the echoes of my father's voice in my head like the estate horn that blows at 6 in the morning,
"I want you to be all that I couldn't," he said. In my heart the desire to please was yearning.

As I evolved from a boy to a man, in my mind a solid plan,
Toiling day by day with melanin rich hands, while my brethren with fists I'm the air reach to pull me under envious sands.

They fight with all their might to bury me,
Feeding me terrible lies about the keys to prosperity.
While secretly our brothers from another land hold each other hand in hand,
Prejudice and bigotry their strengths as they establish their white-wealthy communities,
While we as blacks rage war against each other with our slavery mentalities.

Oh! When shall we be free?
Kev Harlequin Jan 2019
We'll never be one;
we'll never see eye to eye.
And I'm not being pessimistic I'm just stating the facts.
The fact is that we talk a lot of unity and love
but nobody sees it when we act.
Politics mistaken for race;
Race looks like religion.
Religion is self centred
And in the centre of it all is an empty space.
Why are we even fighting?
Kev Harlequin Jan 2019
My ancestors taught me to be bold, brave and outspoken.
My society teaches me to keep quiet, roll over and take the hand outs I'm presented with.
My spirit tells me to incinerate the negativity around me by adhering to beats of a broken heart in my chest,
Yes! My body wants me to fight fights in the wars between two worlds- theirs and mine,
But my mind, my mind is trapped in-between rifles and swords.
Can't you tell from the scars and holes?
I'm fighting to free my soul.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
Of the top of my head I'll write this to you,
hoping that somehow you'll feel what I'm feeling too-
this excited, fairytale ending kind of feeling,
this sense of belonging amongst other writer's such as myself internal healing.
For eternity I'll be bleeding,
on each page with my words, whether or not you realize its worth,
I'll bleed.
I'll be me,
Yes, indeed,
I'll be the poet I was born to be.

You'll see...
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
Let's reflect on our reflections,
Look in the mirror of your lifestyle and tell me,
what do you see?

Who are you?

Are you the same person we see in church when you're out in the streets?
Do still greet your enemies with smile like you do when deacons are around like its the first time you meet?

Who are you?

Are you the one that constantly cries out to God giving your all,
on your knees you fall,
lifting your hands to the heavens mimicking you're tall,
to the father you call?

Or was that just for the church?
Was that all for a show?
Does anyone on job even know that you know who Jesus is?
Or is it that his light in your life just suddenly forgot how to glow?

Think about it!

This isn't a pop quiz you should really think about it,
What will happen if the sky cracks right now,
you hear the sound of angels and the trumpet starts to blow,
thunders, earthquakes, fire and seas start to grow?

Did you think about it?

Or not even that,
What if He came yesterday,
and I didn't get the chance to rhyme for you today,
And the earth as He promised had passed away?

What do you think?

What will be your fate?
Will you be with Him in paradise
or will you be doomed here to stay?
You should give your all today.

Give your all today.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
There's so much I need you to hear,
But now when I look at your photographs
I gaze and stare,
Because you're not here.
You're there.
Up and away past the cumulonimbus clouds.
In a place where only the angels go;
A place with a vast population but no crowds.
A place where you walk on gold,
Live in mansions,
Never get old.
No racism, no religion,
No wars, no more scars,
No politics, no need for expensive cars.
A place where you do your gardening with stars;
Your footstool is Mars.
The sun I'm accustomed to isn't in your sky,
But I've been wondering-
Does heaven have WiFi?
Kev Harlequin Jul 2019
I don't even care anymore.
I quit listening to your melodious voice- I don't even hear anymore.

Because you were my song
And I used to believe that my interpretations were wrong.

When in fact
Your lyrics were never synchronized with my tune,
Your beat never actually took me higher than the moon.

You were just a fake.
An astronomer fooling me into believing you were an astronaut.
And my foolish mind never thought I was wasting thoughts.

Thoughts orbiting you- my home planet.
The place I felt safest
Now there's no place worse than it.

Yet I still stare at the stars and dream of you and I taking that spaceship cruise.
I feel so used
See? I'm confused
Just the way you always wanted
You've won, my love.
And just like old times- I lose.
M3
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
M3
That's who I am!
Vicious as a wolf, yet gentle as a lamb,
Humble like the Son of Man,
I like to rap, sing and do work with my hands.

I'm strong as an ox,
cunning as a fox,
Fascinated by dread lox, tattoos and thick multicoloured socks.

I like to joke around,
I hide a lot pain with smiles,
I know someone else can relate to that,
I know I'm not an only child.
#me
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
I miss you like a fish misses water during a drought,
Never took the time to actually show its true appreciation for sustaining life- for protection, education and genuine love.
I miss you like the person that decided at the final second that they're gonna come off the train tracks,
Because I know our hearts were about to collide, and your hand was almost at mine but I missed the opportunity to reach for you.
I miss you.
The only brother that ever acknowledged that I was different,
Quick to discipline yet slow to judge,
Always with love and never held a grudge,
I miss you.
We shared the same room and we'd talk til the new day began,
Even though I tried pushing you away and did you wrong you never ran,
Away,
From your little brother,
I can still feel your kisses,
From those I new you cared,
And when I was scared,
I remember running home to... you'd make me laugh until in the face of my opposition I could stare,
And know that my big brother got my back.
I remember stressed out days you greet me with a smile,
Gimme some bucks, a bite to eat, and said you'd see me in a while.
I miss you D.
I miss you and me.
Especially now when I'm hurting but its only my flaws everyone sees and they keep throwing them at me like I got no soul or I'm nobody,
I wish somebody would be like you,
And see me for me,
Instead of trying to control, let me be free,
God knows who I'd be without you, and I never got the chance to let you know that the love I've built for you is true.
I miss your voice,
I miss your laugh,
Eyes, ears, face, and your head with no hair,
I will always have you in my heart,
You never failed to be man of your word, you kept it real from the start,
Sleep on D,
I will always be your little brother,
We,
Will always be brothers,
You and me.
Kev Harlequin May 2019
Nothing lasts forever,
Forever is a dream.
The present is a gift,
Your past is more than it seems.
Our future isn't promised,
All we have is today.
I'll be the shoulder you lean on
I'll listen to all you say.
Kev Harlequin Dec 2019
I've been running all my life from the things that chase my mind,
Hiding, ducking and dodging all the **** that keeps me behind.
In a race against my sins; these demons aren't too kind.
I keep thinking I need love but
What I really need is a rhyme.
Kev Harlequin Oct 2023
I need to be consistent, persistent
And resistant to thoughts of resistance that's nonexistent.

I need to chill out, to be calmer in stressful situations
When my mind tells me there's no way out.

I need to sleep more, to eat,
I need to smile more, to take a seat.
I need to pray, I need to cry.
To not doubt, to not lie,
About my feelings just to avoid the pressure of uncomfortable questions.

I need to speak up sometimes
And to not ignore warning signs.
I need to grow, I know.
I need time to clear my mind.
Kev Harlequin May 2018
I only dance in the silence; I only sleep when it's loud.
I move to beats of nothing on the ground; I lay my head on thunderous clouds.
Kev Harlequin Jan 2019
No-one will ever know
hiding behind a wall of lies is a weeping brother trying to sew the torn peices of his broken soul back together.
No-one will ever know
he's withering inside but still still trying to grow,
stretching his limbs for help but does anybody notice him there? No.

No-one will ever know
that screaming from behind a veil of make-up is a girl's dying soul.
Wrapped in pretty clothes
she's trying to break free of the hurt she feels inside
but they don't know.
No-one will ever know she's been tormented by her imperfections and failures
and although she tries not to let it show, it does
but does anybody pay attention? No.

No-one really cares
and they all do a good job at pretending not to see or not to know.
Instead of stopping to help
they turn a blind eye on conviction
and they just go.
Kev Harlequin Feb 2018
It's funny how I wrote you before and the words disappeared.
But just like these words I'm rewriting I'm hoping that you'd reappear.
Will you reappear?

Or is it that my paranoia made me see a ghost of who you were to me in the life of my forma?
My former life with you in it,
The good times,
hood times,
rapping to beats and singing hook times.

You were my preacher of a poet,
my best friend; they know it.
The level of maturity I've achieved could've never been met without you in the life of this misfit.
You told 'em I was different but they missed it.
The way we shared a bunk bed imma forever miss it,
late night convos bout the girlies, and even the book of life,
wondering if our names were listed.

You were the male version of a caring mother.
Yes! you were more than just another brother.
You were Mr. Muscles, Mr. Healthy, Mr. Baldhead and everyone knows you were Mr. Friendly.

Days are longer without you, nightmares are stronger without you,
now what more can I do,
but pray the prayer you prayed when you prayed I'd turn out better than you?

I love you.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
I've always been the one who took the blame;
They've always taken a king for granted
and you do the same.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
I'm insufficient,
a victim of injustice,
Incapable of proving to be more than taken for granted.
I am injuria sine damno-
You see I cause no harm because I keep to myself but I'm labelled as a threat and legally, religiously wrong because I refused to be accepted by the crowd if it meant I'd have to reject the beat beats of my heart, that sound
That low frequency sound I make is all they could take,
I say nothing most of the time, even when I see them close their eyes to the truth, and judge me incorrectly then call me blind, covering their ears pretending they're deaf but lash at me with whipped words until there's no skin left,
On my mind's back and chest they beat, making me feel less- they're obsessed,
years of pain taking and saying nothing and them thinking they're doing what's best,
But they never stopped to realize- I'm depressed.
Yes, they call me lazy, crazy, heartless, stupid, and an embarrassment,
they never really knew who I was since I often wondered around the lost and found tent,
I'm in this field of life, but I have no permanent address,
I could be quickly tossed out if I don't pay them a daily rent,
They took my confidence, my joy, my humanity- I'm not a real boy,
I'm a liar, and a cheater, deceiver, a mistreater,
They're lies became my bride and I willingly received her, I believed her, she told me all the things I didn't want to hear,
Maybe if she didn't I wouldn't feel so bad about myself and live in fear,
I'm afraid of me,
But they could never see,
They're either too busy being holier than thou or making money,
No time for the broke ***** with no popularity,
I used to think that they were wrong, but they clearly pointed out it was me,
Solution: suicide
For too long this pain I hide,
Tell me What's the point of living if I'm dead on the inside,
My insides were misguided,
Bitter lies left my vision blinded,
your heart and mind will never feel the torture like I did,
And it was all because of you,
You my brothers and sisters, mistresses and misters, you were the ones who deemed me guilty before my trail began,
You turned me into the sacrificial lamb,
Like Jesus you judged my actions based on your standards,
you crucified me, classified me with immature geese and ganders,
Is this what you hoped for?
These are the results of you trying to help, no, fix me?
Well congrats, now I'm broken,
this is your reward-

The end of me.
Kev Harlequin Jul 2017
You are not alone.
I am alone.
But are we together
When we're alone?
Do you know who I am?
Are my intentions still unknown?
I thought our love was forever binding.
I guess I was wrong.
I remember our hearts intertwining,
Thought our trust grip was strong.
But now I see; I hear my heart's melody-
Such a sad song.
Away from you is where I belong.

I'm gone.
Kev Harlequin Jan 2019
They say sticks and stones could break bones but words won't hurt.
Yet the letter sounds that escaped your caged mind through your lips hit me to the earth;
I tasted the dirt.
All I wanted were your caring words to lift me up like I could defy gravity.
But you, you're supposed to be my comfort not my means of depravity. You. You who brought me into the world, supposedly to build me up,
are the wrecking ball that led to this tragedy.
In my chest is a mess,
My mind needs some rest,
My treasure, my self-worth, faded into nothing
When you felt pleasure in telling me
I am nothing
And nothing
quite hurt
like your words

nothing.

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