Queen of Goth’s

She will be sitting in a graveyard,
Waiting for her love.
She will be the Queen of Hearts;
She will be the Queen of Goths.


The Queen of the tormented being,
Will come to me like a darkened dream
And show me everything she can see,
In our future underneath the moonlit scene.


The Queen of despair;
The Queen of tomorrow.
The Queen of forever.
My Queen of Goths...
I am in love with your sorrow.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Life is nothing but a dream,
When each day rays of beam,
Showers us with joy and sorrow,
Not knowing what is tomorrow.
Does life end after death?
No, I have Faith,
Our conscious and spiritual existence continues,
Those are my views.
Life gives you a chance,
Your hereafter to enhance,
Prepare for the trials of the grave,
Your good deeds,save
Do your best,
So you have no regrets.
On your Creator,have Faith and gratitude,
Keep the right attitude.
Add to your list modesty,
Kindness and charity,
Prayers and honesty,
Be truthful and simple,
Donate ample.
Always pray,abstain from sins,
Your countdown begins,
Death beckons,
Decides your visa for hell or heaven.
Life spent in vices,
You have no  choices,
For death will be excruciatingly  painful,
Your soul will be wrenched,if sinful
But, Your death will be gentle,
If to Allah you had been dutiful.
The grave will be your abode of hereafter.
For evil doer your grave will be your House of Loneliness,
Squeezed to narrowness.
For good doer,
Your hereafter,
Will be your Garden Of Paradise.

Dust ‘n’ bones


I’m a creaking; rattle my bones.
I fall down deep into my hole.
I have no other place that I can go,
So down I sink, when I get home.


Falling down never felt so good;
But my head is empty of love and my body has given up.
I’m too tired to try and earn your love,
Because I am now an old man, who is as stiff as wood.


Legs ache from trying to find my way.
Head ache is back again.
So heavy is my ball and chain;
Memories drag me around in circles and there is no escape.


No sun; eternal night.
I do not have enough strength to put up a fight.
I have accepted my final demise.
The undertaker has me in his sights.


Burial plot I bought a long time ago.
It never shines, it’s covered in mould; it is my hollow.
I’m too far gone to be heading back home
And where I will end up, nobody knows.


Broken thoughts and the trust is gone;
I have no wife I can depend upon.
Never raised a daughter, too old to ever raise a son.
Mind is being blown by my own extinction.


Grave robbers only find dust ‘n’ bones;
There is nothing left to steal from me.
All is gone…now they have taken my soul.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

By the grave of your every love,
I have cried for nights.
For the love they took to their graves
and the life you have lost.
This life that demands me to suffer without hope.
This ocean that I never thought my feet would touch.
The night seem so lonely,
not having someone to
look for me
when I have lost my way
inside the wreck of your life.
Trying to heal the wounds that
you never gave me the right to touch.
The gravestone cries with me.
Like this gravestone,
I mark the life
of the love you lost.

There are certain deaths
that must be lived.

Do you remember those days
When we ran upon
Verdant fertile soils
Our nimble feet
Sinking deep into the soft mud
With windswept hair
Brushing against
Our damp skin
Glistening with beads of sweat
The scent of an everlasting summer
Permeated the air
As we played hide and seek
Under a canopy of singing birds
And the sunlight scattered over us
In shimmering golden circles
The sound of our laughter
Pulsating with boundless vigor
Rippled through the radiant skies
Of the most beautiful sunsets
While the dark of the night
Couldn't touch us
We were busy
Swaying and spinning
Under the starlight
Did the sun changed its course
Or did we grew up too fast
That loamy earth is crumbling
It's vitality long gone
Barren and abandoned
It yearns to hear
The melody of beating hearts
The air is heavy
With the deathly weight
Of a silence never felt before
But once a while
The fading echoes of our voice
Can be heard
Barely breaking
The stillness that abounds here
That invigorating sonority
Of the whistling birds
Has been drowned in
A harsh cacophony
Desperately revolting
To breathe life back
In a land
That was painted with
The colors of kaleidoscopic souls
Long ago
This decaying land
Won't call for a second glance
But if you haven't forgotten your roots
Someday you will look back
retrace your steps
And stare wide eyed
At the Graveyard
Of our childhood

Endless
Vault of steel blue.
Clouds of gray hang low. Grave
Look. No smiling sun to brighten
The day.