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Aa Harvey May 2018
A right to life.


I have the right to write.
I may not be right in what I write,
But I still have the right to write.


Freedom of speech is poetry.  Do you see?
Because what they teach is, learn to read to feel free.
They plant the seed of doubt in you and me
And I just say what I see.


My thoughts are right to me and wrong to you;
I write what I feel and I’ll probably be sued.
This feud must end; my words are only words.
I only speak what I’ve already heard.


Mixed up I am, but my poetry is real,
This is how I really feel.
So how do you feel about what I write?
Is this writer right?


I’ve nothing to say, but lots I must write,
For I fear I could die without affecting your life.
I fear I could meet you in the afterlife
And have nothing to say, except did you enjoy the ride?


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
such a thin line separates us
the living from the dead
the spirit that is free
from that which is bound
I have felt your gentle touch
and heard your whispered plea
I sense your presence
across the open seas of time
are you my love from a distant past
a kinder world
a quiet life?
I have come to believe that you wait for me
there
just across the line
just beyond the fray
where spirits dwell
oldie - revised a bit
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Evolution


It’s a beautiful world…

It’s a beautiful world for us to behold.
Open your eyes; you are not yet cold.
You have only just begun.
You are yet to fall in love,
With the trees and the mountains and rivers so deep.
Evolution is calling;
Step back from the steep.


The mud is Lego, the leaves my roof.
Belief without proof.
The future,
Culture,
Soon…


Expand and multiply.
One day fly up into the sky.
Industrial sounds,
Seek to rise.


Now we stand a thousand feet tall,
We have become too lazy to walk.
We cease to go forward in an analogue world,
So digital becomes essential.
Zuckerberg stands on the shoulders of Gates,
The wealth is monumental.
Now money makes the world go around,
True love is a by-product; it is only rarely found.


We are self-aware, with pride, not care.
Kasparov moves his King into place;
We are still so unaware.
Three moves ahead, unseen as yet,
Will this be the end of all?
Time takes one thing, we can never just forget,
We live in a beautiful world.


We will rise against the machine;
We are all the rage, against the pain,
Rush humanity past a cybertronic defence.
It’s a beautiful world…today.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
SoZaka Apr 2018
she passed, long ago
came back,
as indigo

you would know
Angel eyes
seven heaven's shades of violet  
glowing like a sunrise

she died, long ago
  and came back
an echo
matter can not be created or destroyed only transformed who is ever really gone?
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
I have fallen


I have fallen; this death I despise.
When I have fallen; will I rise?
Will I float up, above the skies?
I have fallen…will I rise?


Arise titan!  You are strong of heart!
Arise puritan!  You are pure of thought!
Arise Illumini!  You are the light in the dark!
Arise I tell you!  This is the end of your war!


As I get to my feet, I am lost in a thought;
Am I strong enough?  To rise once more?
Once more the time has come, to draw my sword.
Once more I manage to make a stand;
Never again shall I fall.


As angels lead me throughout Heaven;
I am surrounded by light, in search of family and friends.
As I am lead into the afterlife,
I am told my new life has just begun…
And there will be no end.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
****** Vampire


You hide behind the darkened skies;
In pale moonlight, I see your eyes.
You hypnotize me with just one glance;
Then I am forever more, your man.


My Dark Angel of Death has come,
To give me immortality.
My Beauty of the Dark has come,
To truly love and save me.


My Queen of All and Everlasting Love,
I kneel before you and beg for your touch.
One stroke of pleasure, in one finger tip,
Before my death from your vampire kiss.


I give you my life, My Gothic Wife,
For you gave me our child and made me cry with a smile;
But still, we love the blackened skies.
The memories of giving life to our child.


That one night of love, that lasted forever.
The Child, our pride, shall never be severed,
From the umbilical cord which binds our family.
You give me life after death.  I give you my love eternally.


For never again, will I meet such a vision of beauty.
Forever more, I shall see you with piety.
Devoted to you, my Goddess of Love.
I offer you my soul and beg for your endless hug.


Entrapped together, I wish us to become.
I see in your eyes, you too, are in search of love.
So I swear to you, my Dark Angel of the Night,
I shall always love you, in the afterlife.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Merry Apr 2018
117
I'm in the business of misery
And business is good
Lying, crying eyes
And eyeing crying lies

Death and life
Life and death
Eternity in a wooden case
A final home

Unless
You give me some coin
And give me some qi
That's when eternity
Can become piety
Borne of forgiving alms

It's a sin
It's a beautiful evil
To bring back one's love
Back from behind The Veil

Sweet nightmares
And terrifying dreams
Rest well
Without rapture

With the singing of my song,
And the swing of staff,
The chant of my scriptures,
And my daemon in tow,
We can wish you
The very best

Because my business
Is your business
And your misery
Is my money

But it's worth every penny
I have a satisfaction guarantee
Just close your eyes
And hold your breath,
Then awake in something
Better than life
And stolen from death
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The best three words.


Souls are black holes, they swallow us whole;
They take control and stay with us when we go.


Hearts are like stars; they carry love far,
Across the Milky Way into another person’s heart.


With my hand in yours, we are always together;
We have the power in our hands, to stay this way forever.


Without someone to love, our eyes are truly left unused.
Beauty never seen;
The best three words, never used.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pagan Paul Apr 2018
.
Some people search for a higher truth,
their lofty beliefs keeping them aloof.
They look past death to find out what?
Are they not content with what they've got?

Maybe they fear there is nothing beyond,
after the natural span they have donned.
Maybe they crave an extension on high,
but we are mortal, and mortals can only die.

So worry not about what comes after,
just enjoy life with love and laughter.
And as for the workings of eternity -
well – you'll just have to wait and see!


© Pagan Paul (18/02/17)
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What if the moths that crash
against the dark window pane;
wings pattering urgently pushing
trying to break through the glass,
are the dead souls in the tunnel
flying towards the light
of the supposed paradise
but they can’t get through.

Then they fly about outside
like dusty ghosts of the night.
Strange late night imaginings I had about the moths at the window.

6th April 2016
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