Deceit


I’m picking liars from in front of my eyes
And taking them as friends.
I know my fate is to suffer in silence,
But I know not to what end
And maybe I will never know, but I still have hope,
That one day things will work out well tomorrow.
We’ll have to wait and see what happens.  God only knows;
But I will face life head on, hiding behind my pillow.


There is a pit of deceit, full of lines you speak
And if I try to escape you drag me back in,
With unbroken promises, at the present time;
But history shall repeat itself once more, as shall the fact you lie.


Everyone is a liar and they can’t handle the truth;
If I showed you how I really feel,
I wonder…would I still be with you?
Or would my truth expose your lies
And make us both face the facts?
That I love you, but you don’t love me;
I guess you could never tell me that.


Some people in love dream of loving another;
The deceitful people always flock together.
I am a mentally weak human being;
You hurt me inside and you killed all my dreams.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

What am I to you?


What am I to you?  Which words do you hear?
When I speak only truth and face my fears.
What am I to do, when I don’t know what comes next?
If this is all we are, then what is left?


What am I to you, if not an impostor?
What am I to do, to become even clearer?
What doesn’t ring true, when you view my minds picture?
I follow no footsteps and I am no leader.


I walk in solitude, wary of facing a deceiver.
I am what I am; I am my own special creation.
Breathe into me, so I can take you into my heart
And not be left here alone feeling vacant.


Devoid of empathy and lacking understanding;
Who am I to complain to you, when I am winning!?
Who are you to judge me?  I am unworthy of a glance;
But the fire in my hands will breathe new life into your romance.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

My last witness.


Let my body hit the floor;
I can’t take it anymore.
My whole life-time I have been at war;
I can’t take it anymore.


Everybody wants to fight;
What is wrong?  What is right?
All I want to do is write,
But everybody wants a piece of my life.


Sinners come and sinners go;
Everybody feels alone.
What’s so good about your phone?
Let them fall and let them go.


Burn it down and start again;
My fixation is the pain.
Nobody is all the same;
Parts come undone, then they are gone!


Punch a wall and break it down;
Fools become surrounded by clowns.
Oh my God I hate this town!
All love dies, so let it go!


Love is war and will destroy;
She’s a girl and I’m a boy.
Fools for love will feel joy,
But love will tears us apart, in the end!


Life is so hard to take;
As tears fall I feel my heart break.
Why can I alone never feel safe?
Every day is exactly the same.


I am in pieces;
Words are meaningless.
All the wrong choices,
Have become my only memories.


My last witness,
Lacks forgiveness.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The lies of guys I was unwise
To let between my thighs
Because their eyes beguiled
Every time they smiled and I
Could not prematurely say goodbye.
Instead I took the guy to bed
Despite the murmurs in my head
And said stupid things in his ear
That I regretted that year and still
And yes, I probably always will.

Some guys tell lies with their eyes
In a kind of non-verbal disguise,
Of bigger and sadder untruths
That a green youth suspect exist
So that I didn’t resist temptation
To ignore deceit and exaggeration
For a moment’s hope for romance
And an afternoon’s hopeful chance
At something profound and legendary
That I forgot I needed to be wary.

Then the surprises in my eyes
As I realized I was unwise
But still thought I loved the guys,
Time and time again, trying,
Forgetting the crying and chagrin,
Then brave enough to try again
Taking time to learn to swim
In the river of romantic dreams
That starts in a tiny little stream
Going on until I sink or scream
Love is not something from a magazine.

Then one day I wake and say
No more! I finally know the score.
The whole game is a sick bore
And I know what it is all for.
It is for the wises route to wisdom.
To know I am finally through with them,
To know which ones are bad for me
And which to welcome gratefully;
To set the table and make dinner
And know for sure, he’s a winner.

I share the concept happily,
For those who ask me seriously,
That dating can be successful
Can even be fun and restful
If you ignore the glittery butterflies
That cavort and lie with their eyes
And want only that momentary thing
But are deathly afraid of the ring
And the promise that comes with you.
Don’t applaud those who gig you.
And choose from those who dig you.

Down in it.


This world is full of lying people.
Money rules their lives; their minds are so feeble.
Everyone cannot be trusted;
So called helpers leave you down in it.


If you remain positive, they will only steal everything
And leave you to resent your life.
I hope you like being down in it,
Because people are not nice.


If you attain anything, then everyone will demand their piece
And leave you down and out, left hating the thieves.
All your efforts they destroy.
Trust no man, woman, girl, or boy,
Because in the end they will no longer be a friend;
They are a taker.
They are taking away your money so they can spend.


Bit by bit, they are taking it
And in the end you will have not one thing.
You work hard so they don’t have to;
I hope you see a better view.


Maybe we could be like them?
Then again, let’s pretend,
That you are better morally.
Let’s pretend you can hear me,
Without needing to shout,
I disagree!


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

We’re the rebels they call rabble
They want us all to be quiet
They bluster and they babble
Then they publicly deny it.

Representatives, an easy question:
Who do you represent, which faction?
You seem to have a lot of nerve
To insist that you protect and serve!
You want our money to campaign
Then leave us standing in the rain.
You grant yourselves a frequent raise
And pat your own backs with praise.

We could ask who you think you’ll fool
But, this is a nation of brain-dead tools.
At least half the country does not vote
Which leaves our case with a sour note.
But that leaves half who do believe!
It’s for the Constitution we grieve.
Your oath of office had you swear
To work for us, represent and care.

We’re the rebels they call rabble
They want us all to be quiet
They bluster and they babble
Then they publicly deny it.

So, it remains to us to care and feel;
To be the infamous squeaky wheel
And call to the public’s lazy attention
Crimes you commit and fail to mention.
We point it out when you lie and steal
That the promises you made aren’t real.
We remind our brothers, the working slob,
That all you do in office is keep your job.

Getting into office, your number one priority
For that you must ignore all the minorities
Only mentioning them in campaign speeches.
Then continue on being high-paid leeches.
Nobody in your party will call you out
Just collect your money from the touts
And when you retire just leave the rubble
And demand the populace call you “Honorable”.

We’re the rebels they call rabble
They want us all to be quiet
They bluster and they babble
Then they publicly deny it.