We all have that desire
to climb high.

High enough to touch
the Heavens who watch
us through the stars.

High enough to look
down, admiring how
we got to that height,
with all the twists and
turns, stumbles, pauses
and falls.

Some have the chance of
being above the rest
earlier than many.

Those ones usually get drunk
on the power of being above,
never below. The head and
not the tail.

Their egos swell and all they
see, hear, touch and smell
are themselves.

I know because so many have
looked down on me from
above. And you know
what, I smile.

For one thing, you don't
know what sort of moral
compromises they made to
get to where they
are, which is why
I don't envy them.

Or if I do feel any slightly
envious, it's only for
a moment.

But one thing that I've
realised is that those who
get to the top, who look down
on me, who knock off the
crowns of arising kings
and queens.


Can't see what's above their own heads
and just as easily, they can crash and
burn.

In your opinion


If I was your opinion, I would change on a daily basis
And sit myself next to anybody with the latest look.
If I was your opinion I would count for nothing at all;
You’re so alternatively a part of the in-crowd that I think you ****!


In your humble opinion, you are everything and more,
But in my humble opinion you are worth nothing at all.
The thoughts you think are right;
They are the thoughts you have been told.
The thoughts you think, are not your own.


They tell you what choice to make; be a fake.
Be what they want you to be; it is you I hate.
They are the norm, the ones you must follow,
But it is you I detest because you are so hollow.


You want to be them, because they have popularity;
This is why you must be hated, by all of society.
Cast out from the in-crowd for wanting to be in.
You are pitiful, you are a waste of a life and you are sin.


You have no opinion of your own and you care about your phone,
So I feel nothing for you at all, because you are a no-one.
You want a nice car and a beautiful home,
But you live behind a curtain that covers your soul.


You cannot let them see the real you,
Because it is black inside that heart of yours, so go be used.
Leave me here to have opinions of my own…
By the way you don’t have a good phone.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Many don't realize
When it is time to apologize
They want to push their point
Way past that finish line
And will continue to decline
The rest of the competition
But we still continue to let them sprint

So here it comes to test my faith
Changing itself again and again
A disguise like no other
But carries on itself a negative rain

Everyday, it follows me like my shadow
Even I can feel its foul breath on my neck
Whispering tongues of filth
And today it tapped my back

A new test, everyday comes along
It knows my faith is strong
Yet, tries every of its ways to delude me
But gets leashes for its wrong

The pretentious predator preying
Eating away my shiney days
Clouding up heavy bags on me
And often does its own praise

I've tried to block its existence
By not hearing its sweet talks
Rather I chanted and prayed to God
While it did its pendulum walks

I stopped feeding it with my ego
And the arrogance I had
It was dying naturally, leaving
While all the negatives cleared from my head


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