Today my bus was a little late
So 27, 71, and 42 arrived all at the same time;
Mine, my best friend's, and then "******'s" as we call him

My best friend wandered off and returned
Only to sit in the bay window two windows away,
And "******" greeted me for the first time ever,
He walked up to me, greeting me with a sincere smile
Something he's never done before

Another friend standing by told me something,
She told me he had his signature blank expression as he walked up to me
How she gave him a nod as in a "What's up" motion
To which he replied back, emotionless

But when I turned to him and my eyes met his
His face light up;
He smiled and seemed glad that I was there
"******" didn't worry about my best friend who he claims loves so deeply

Soon our trio was roaming the halls together
Though, not long after we set off he said that we need to talk later
In that serious tone he used with my best friend when they were off and on

What are you thinking?
What are you planning?
Why did you smile?
Does it mean anything?

Why do we always expect the people
who tore us down
to be the ones
to build us back up?

Pretty Please With Cherries On Top.


I wish to feel, I am King amongst the worms;
I wish to feel, I am the Prince of the peasants.
I wish to feel, I am a King of losers;
I wish to get, a taste of your Heaven.


But who am I, to dream of such riches?
Who am I, to ask for more?
Who am I, to presume to reach for you?
Who am I, but a walking, talking, creature of contradictions?
Now I am simply, your poor *****.


So let me be free, to make a choice,
Let me be free, to turn up the noise,
Let me be free, to scream it out.
Please don’t tell me, to keep my thoughts for you quiet.


Here I am, begging at your feet,
Here I am, under your thumb.
Here I am, if you look down you will see,
I’m simply sat with caring arms, needing to hold someone.
Here I am, tell me something,
Tell me a lie, say something comforting.


Can I bring you, down to Earth?
Can I give you, all my love?
Can I show you, Heaven is still out of my reach?
Can I show you, your Heaven could be ‘Us’.


You have not lived, long enough to die,
So you have not found, your so called Heaven yet.
But I can show you an illusion, of you and I,
Living here on Earth, in our man made pure bliss.


Love me now and this illusion will become real,
Love me now and I can begin to feel.
Love me now and I can be your steel,
Sword of defiance, against this cruel world.


Say yes to me and I’ll not ask again,
Say yes to me, promise me you’re not lying.
Say yes to me and I shall bring you sunshine,
Say yes to me and you shall never again be alone.


Give me a mirror, to reflect your warmth,
Give me a smile, to ease my sadness.
Give me a dream, of being truly loved,
Give me you and I shall have my happiness.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

What is god?
Who is god?
Is he, or it, bound by religion?
Or does its omnipresence go beyond man-made margins?
Why should I believe?
What happens if I don’t?
Will I burn in hell, is sunscreen sold down there?
Does my sarcasm and mockery infuriate you?
Do you want to punish me, I thought you loved me?
Why did you create me, out of boredom?
For your glory, your amusement, at my expense?
Why am I instructed to listen but you don’t speak?
I can’t even touch you so you can’t feel my pain,
Your throne is far more superior to the **** filled toilet I’m forced to mount everyday in life,
Am I really made in your image, then how come I’m not perfect?
Are you not able to heal, then why am I hurting?
Am I not your child, then why am I starving for the things you’ve promised?
Are you not omniscient, then why do I have to ask for these things?
Are you not all powerful, or are you just unwilling?
What is divinity?
I desire simplicity of the intricacy of infinity,
Who is this GOD?!
A fraud, my rod, the one who I can count on when times get hard?
What if told you I don’t like to read?
Would you then read me the Bible before bed like a child, since you are my father, right?
Is your throne comfortable, you know, the one that sits above all else in the highest of heavens?
Because comfort is foreign to the feet that are oppressed by the gravity of the reality you’ve trapped me in,
But as long as you’re okay,
Just trying to be unselfish, isnt that what you want?
Well what about what I want?
Isn’t that how a relationship works, isn’t that what you want from me?
What do you want from me?
Do you want just me?
How can you want me when you won’t even tell me who I am?
How can you ask of me what you refuse to give to me in the first place?
I know that I’m a little out of character, seeming that you are the creator of everything and decide my fate and all,
Excuse my humanness as I question your godhood, but these things I just gotta know,
And who better to answer them other than you?
Not a book, not a preacher, not religion....... but you