A dog chained up next to a bike,
He protected what he thought was right,
He barked and almost gave his life,
This dog was left, out of sight.

Despite what he felt in his heart,
He fought against what he knew was smart,
No consideration for end nor start,
He was loyal to him even though they were apart.

This man left his dog at a train station,
Left him alone with zero frustration,
Abandoned this creature of loyalty to him,
Left him alone with no consideration.

The dog would not stop protecting the bubble,
The PSO's continued to huddle,
No reason for this; all brains are muddled,
All i thought was this dog just needs to be cuddled.

Chained by the throat to a materialistic matter,
I felt my heart completely shatter,
So skinny! Rather see him be fatter,
Everyone else typically standing in chatter.

Just another spirit born into a reality,
With no choice in what or who it shall be
No need to believe me if only you'd seen,
I want that dog to just go and break free.

Unlike us this poor thing was so unaware,
That in his life - His owner did not care,
And nothing about his situation was fair,
Hes not trapped alone, his feelings i share.

I still can hear his barks not knowing what they mean,
Is it a cry for help or maybe more like a scream?
Is the situation a little better then it seemed?
Im not so sure but the call will haunt my dreams.

They say suicide is selfish but is it really?
What are those people really feeling?
That life just ain't worth seeing nor revealing?!
The rest of mine is so unappealing.

This dog was not fightful just super aggressive,
His bravery was super impressive,
But lets now make this a good lesson,
Look after yourself. Whatever their intention .

Internal Monologue


I guess I am truly getting old.
The time has come to let the old me go.
My face of youth no longer suits.
No longer feeling bullet proof;
More like feeling twenty-percent proof,
When I wake up, still in pieces.
I am sure I went to sleep hours ago.
I’m sure I did, I swear it.


My body does not feel rested.
It’s begging out to,
Get your head tested,
If you think I am moving right now pal!
You’re joking!
I ain’t moving unless there is an earthquake
And even then I will only be shaking,
But I won’t get up yet…
I love this bed.
I am setting up camp,
Understand?


She has not got up yet.
Don’t leave her all alone.
Turn off your phone and hold the water flow.
Just go back to sleep.
But I really gotta ***!
No you don’t, just hold it in.
It’s far too warm for that cold room with the sink.


So lay here with her until she wakes up
And when she does, ask her for a back rub.
I don’t know what you did last night,
But it feels like I slept on a log.
Ignore the dog that is scratching in the kitchen down stairs.
He can hold it in too, unless he hears you, walking down the stairs.


Look.  She will wake up in twenty three minutes,
So give me a rest before the invasion of the kids,
The barking dog and the wifely orders;
The chores, the D.I.Y., the school run
And planting those borders!
The shopping’s today and outside looks so grey
And so very, very cold.  
I’m feeling too old; my body aches.
I think in bed you should remain,
Just for a little while longer.
You know you ain’t getting any younger.
So close your eyes, just rest them a while,
So when she does wake you up,
With a word of love,
Or a shout,
Or a shove,
You can greet her with a kiss and a friendly smile
And don’t forget to say:
“Morning love.”


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

-on his painting of the dog

It's such a strange place here,
we're always ready to go.
But when we think of leaving,
it seems we just don't know.

Did someone tell us to linger?
Was it death that asked us
to wait for its eager return?

This sulky sullen guard,
this safe and sorry heart
will steadily keep on beating
until the night's black start.

Did someone tell us to pray?
Was it life itself perhaps
that came to us and went away?

I have dog senses when it comes to people's feelings. I'm very aware of people possessing pain around me. when I talk to someone resignation in pain I yield to them. because my senses can tell me the direction and the quantity of pain but never why. I never know if this person is the pain receiver or the pain sender, but sometimes pain's weight is so heavy I break to it and let my young pup heart attend to it like a vet. when identifying what pain this person posses I either prepare to fetch a solution or my number for them because maybe they just need to adopt me into their life but if they are a pain sender, I find an exit. I know how our commercials end and I'd rather choose to be Iams dog than another SPCA survivor.

tucking its tail like a dog
tucking his tail like a dog
tucking its tail like a man
tucking his tail like a man

dog
not a man
not a dog
not a dog not a man

you…

I walked outside
Shirtless at night
Shivering in the cold
Misty breeze
I couldn’t sleep tonight
My anxiety has me hyped out
I layed on the damp grass
To look up at the sky
I see the moon
It’s halfway empty
The stars flicker
The clouds swallow the sky
It starts getting darker
The mist turns into a light rain
My eyes get wet
I sit up
My body is drenched
I’m not cold anymore
I can still see the moon
There is a rainbow ring
The clouds are bright
It’s a nice sight
My dogs lay beside me
The malteese lays on my lap
My Shepard sits beside me
On guard
His posture like a soldier
Unmoving like a statue
I don’t feel so alone

It took me until I was 45 to discover love that was Un.
Unending. Unconditional. Undemanding.
It was like I woke up from a romantic fog.
2016 when I got my dog.

Is this an outer-body experience
Or a pretentious subsistence
There’s a dog barking at my built-up wall
Forming a pattern of careful consistence

I’ve never broken a heart but
I’ve broken every plan I’ve chosen to mess with
I’m slowly downing this regret and distrust like it’s freshly poured absinth

The sickness comes right away, which I oddly knew to begin with
I say that I’ll change someday, but I think I’ll probably stay this way

After all, I’m happy
When the salt isn’t in my wounds
After I’ll, I’m happy
When I’m sitting here with you