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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Kawehi : Part Two


You are not the most famous singer;
Adele may be, but you are a wow!
You make a song, one piece at a time, even better.
I am addicted to your sound; you have a hold on my soul.


Come with me and dislike Britney,
But sing her songs to show her what she could and should have been.
I want a mind-meld connection to listen to your tunes,
So you can see how much I love the music you make
And all those things that you do.


Entice me into your covers and sing a song we know;
I think, I truly have found my soulful soul a new musical home.
You make it look so simple, but it is so unbelievable;
The music you make is perfect and unforgettable!


I guess I just can’t explain the way you make me feel! Oh!
You are my afternoon delight and you make the morning sun shine.
You bring a little bit of joy into my heart and how the time goes,
When I am having fun.
I am not Spartacus!  IamKawehi!  
And I love my mind.


Take all of my love; I have an endless supply for you.
I will just leave your voice on repeat and close my eyes and dream.
Wishing I could find more music, that is new,
But nobody is as good as you to my ears;
So I will play your music, time and time again and I will feel at ease.


Deeper I sink into the world of Kawehi;
If you want to love me, then you must share her empathy.
She rises with the machines and loves music so much;
A digital heart, under the headphones, sending out the sounds of love.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Kawehi : Part One


I believe in you with all of my robot heart.
From the first time I heard your sound, my mind was sent so far;
Throughout space and time, there goes my mind!
To a place I had always wanted to find and with you I have arrived.


Oh my Goddess, you rock!
Play that funky beat and watch my jaw drop!
Oh so cool; you’re so new school.
Capable of anything; mix it up and change all the rules.


Press those buttons, you are so switched-on,
To a new style of music; to another style of song.
So robotic, so electronic;
Take their music and simply re-write and improve upon it.


Kawehi is so far above any other female bands I have heard;
If I could only listen to three bands,
It would be Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson and Her.
I have found my soul, it is sat happily listening to you;
All your songs sound amazing and your voice is so in tune and so true.


The way you take a song and make is yours,
Inspires me to try to show you what is mine.
These are my words; I want to hear yours on tour.

I want to believe I have found my place to be heard.
In front of you, on my knees, hands aloft;
We are not worthy!  Of a sound so pure.


You make the music become better and without a mistake,
You sing so beautifully, that you bring a smile to my sad face.
You have stolen my heart in your own special way;
I could never do you justice with my words,
But I hope you are here to stay.


I see a star through my telescope and you are flying high.
Closer brought me to you, when love had never been so far away.
Let me clone you, so I can have a love of my own,
With your all-seeing eyes.
Such a beautiful place to be; inside that mind of yours.
Beauty personified; you leave me amazed.  It is you I adore.


Go make a song with Trent, for that would be music to my ears;
If I was able to make music, I would make it with you.

I would have, could have, should have,
Been listening to your music for years!
But now, at last, I have found your music;
So I have found my new love, spoken by a woman I never knew.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2018
Nothing is ever time wasted,
just the interlude to the rest of the album. Soon it becomes nostalgia. To think you almost pressed the skip button..
It's all about trying new things.
Slowing were briding the gap.
Looping untold tales of blues and jazz into our samples.
The things considered classical.
Instant vintage.
The things we keep hidden in headphones,
The venerability of hype.
It's always about the crowd.
Afraid to digest something different.
This was the first time I met her.
At first I laughed,
Reaction that I faced my own ignorance.
Listening again finding purpose.
Not knowing that we'd come to spend the rest of our lives together.
All three minutes and forty five seconds.
I was dishonest.
Not revealing anything real about myself until I heard it for the first time.
The first time she sung.
Music.
This wasn't an image to be upheld in front of others.
Or the gossip type spread circle to circle.
I was never exposed to this.
Skimming the top layer ready to press next.
Too far caught in the slander that first impressions can give.
History often repeats itself but this wasn't the case.
This was wholeheartedly the epitome of how she effected me.
The rhythm of how she moved.
How she spoke.
Like that I matured almost instantly.
She became my biggest influence.
A two way street that bridged the gap of my own ignorance.
After time I began to leave my headphones on the dresser.
We were amplified.
She'd follow me everywhere just as I'd follow her.
Soon it caught on to the masses.
Each and every thought became a publicist of what she'd recite over and over again.
A parental advisory issued with every cover.
Finding the one became a catalog.
Stumbling back to the first interlude all over again.
The copyright not for sell

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