If you are worthy, you will find
The happiness you crave... reflected
In eyes that shine with love defined
And the two halves will be connected.

Destiny is the weirdest writer of all,
It writes and erases, giving new hope.
What to expect, what is your goal?
Keep reading the story, hey, can you cope?

I say the wrong thing


I truly appreciate the words, but there are never enough.
There are never enough words; there are never enough.
My body aches for understanding,
But I have no knowledge of so much stuff.
You get what you give out, so I deserve nothing less.
You get what you put into it,
So take what you need to find from inside my head.


You do things you like, but I won’t do that.
I would give you my opinion, if I could only take it back.
If I read what you write and it is something I like,
You might find something in my words,
That just does not sound right.


I have no foresight, just a vague idea.
I am just a fool, so misunderstood, so never too clear.
I can write, but I cannot speak.
I know you hear, but my intentions you cannot see.
Every screaming piece of me, is only shouting out for peace!


I cannot meet your expectations,
Nor can I quote the Romantics.
I cannot know just what you want from me;
I can only give you, all of this.
Every single part of me, I throw this down at your feet
And all I ask is that you please understand that I come in peace.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

In the midnight of our lives.


Through clarity eyes, I find what I am seeking.
Through no desire fall in love, I free myself of necessity.
I once was strong of heart, but now I am a weakling.
Life has always been a struggle,
But I will not let it get the better of me.


In a world without love we would all live without reason.
Freedom of the mind is a journey on a search for enlightenment.
I speak only for myself, expressing the view of one person,
But I wish to become a voice for the voiceless
And say what needs to be said.


Spirits fly through my mind
And they have vanished before they are found,
But they lift me from the ground
And allow me to float inside a cloud.


The certainty of uncertainty, is as sure as calamity.
Think nothing of the compliment I give to you,
It is well deserved and truly
A reflection of your heart
And the love you have shown me with your words.
On this star-crossed Earth, we are doomed to forever serve.


But somehow we survive, late into the nighttime of our lives
And in our midnight hour, we leave this land we have walked upon
And become eternal before God’s eyes.
Heaven takes us in and removes all of our sin.
We win, we are forgiven;
We smile now we are all kin.


Peace, love and empathy shall become our reality;
In the world we dream of, it exists alongside charity.
It becomes the norm; it is written, promised and sworn.
Love is the reason I was conceived;
Love is the reason I was born.


I am an angel, walking with the living
And I love you all.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Wasting words


I want to be electronic;
I can only be more robotic.
Please try to fix my empathy;
I have lost it.  I am not hypnotic.
I cannot make you feel this,
Without giving away my secrets.


We need to join and become one mind,
So you can truly feel the words that I write.
I want to know what you feel inside,
So I can absorb your words, I will not lie; tell me how to write.


I cannot change without your thoughts screaming at me.
I need to know what you think; show me everything.
Do not hold back, I need true feelings;
Then maybe I can improve my understanding.


I create words for fun; I’m building string theories to pull you in
And when I think I am done, I will force myself to continue writing.
I take a piece of your mind and it extends my thoughts.
I give away my art; you help me rearrange it all.
As I grow, my books, they continue expanding
And as my words evolve, I am becoming more demanding.
If it’s not good enough, then it is nothing.
Nothing is ever good enough, but I am still going.


When I have made a change,
I hope that it works,
Because I need to age with age;
No more wasting words.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I was out browsing the galaxy.
I came upon this place of poetry.
There are Poems laying at the Poetry Alter.
Found a poem I also wanted to give some water.
At the Poetry's ALTER
Pieces looked upon.
From the fore front they've gone.
Yet they are special and still stretched carefully out.
Like flowers just waiting there to sprout.
Poems to be read upon like planted seeds.
For anyone who needs,
I was out browsing the galaxy.
I came upon this place of poetry.
There are poems laying at the Poetry Alter.
Found a poem I also wanted to give some water.
We are the Writers, the sowers, the reapers.
We are workers the laborers the Poetry Keepers.
Let us browse the books, the internet nooks, the newspaper shoots,
But let us not be guilty of being overlooking crooks.
Let us not go ignoring the massive carefully written books.
But let us sow
Were we shall reap, let us read that we may grow,
I was out browsing the galaxy.
I ran across this place of Poetry.
Let us pour WATER.
On the poems left lying at the Poetry's Alter.
Dear writers of poems, songs and books you have now been watered.
This water consists of vitamins, and mineral for you to grow.
May more from you develop And more of you may sow?
You're watered by tears of joy, laughter and refreshing rains.
Your Poems are seeds, grown and sown it forever abides,
and its uniqueness remains.
S.A.M. All Rights Reserved © 2007