One of a kind.


In a silent room, a heart beats.
In a room without walls, the mind is free.
Through a never locked door, I see a key.
Who knows where this key will lead?


In a pitch black thought, a light shines;
The only thing we all have; is time.
In reality we are all blind.
You and I are not so different…
We are both one of a kind.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Five long years I gave you
I will never gain back
Waiting for a careless driver
To get his life on track

Your plan did not include slowing down
You swore you would stop but you lied
As soon as I buckled my seatbelt
You swerved, I was then stuck for the ride

The road was bumpy, we flew too fast
I was scared the brakes would go out
Careening and navigating blind corners
Lack of concern filled me with doubt.

Each broken traffic law
Proof of your foolish bravery
I begged you to switch down a gear
Hand over the ignition key

Full of pride, you refused to change seats
Convinced me I was safer riding shotgun
Promised this lengthy joy ride was over
That your old wicked ways were done

Should have never gotten into your car
I see now you are addicted to the speed
You always choose the dangerous road
What you want not what you need

I eventually grabbed the steering wheel
We collided; a frightening flash
Now we are injured survivors
Trying to heal wounds left by this crash

I wish I was less reckless
Less weak
For you
I wish that I could have
Stayed away
Stopped opening that door,
******* throw away this
Key
Write your name on a piece of
Paper
And toss it into this
Inferno
You left me in

I was born into construction, I know no other trade.
Im not very good at math, and my writings just the same.
I try to act, I try to sing but in the end I always seem right back where I began
I build the set, I cut the wood, and they're painted by my hand. Could I be another man, I know I choose not who I am, but I wish I could just understand if im a product of this land or am I free to choose my plan.
I will fail at my career, this is my fear. I will be like my father, broken and poor. There is only one door for me, the rest are locked and theres no key that i can see in sight.

In my finest hour
I am a blooming flower
I feel as if there is no need to worry  
but my heart is in quite the hurry
quite the hurry to fall in love
under the beautiful stars that fly above
but I know I need to wait  until I find the one
The one who is ready to have some fun
the one who will find the key
the key that unlocks me
the key that unlocks my heart
that is when I will know we will never part.

Patience is the word
Of the wise, spoken
Or written through
Jargon of expertise
And experience...