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nabi 나비 May 2018
in the early months we see beauty return to the world
right when we thought colorful art would stop returning
in these early months we learn so much
one of the hardest for most to accept and see
is that everything will die eventually
the beautiful flowers will one day wilt and return to being soil
the leaves on the trees will fall to the ground and become a playground for children
and one day the grass is going to be covered by the freezing snow
and just like plants, we will one day die too
this is simply just how it is
we die and will become food for worms and fertilizer for new life
but our spirits will live on and return to the beautiful spring
although most fear dying, you don't need to my dear
because the flowers have shown us that good always returns
you have existed before, you exist now, and you will continue to
accept this, for you are a flower too
im aware not everyone has the same beliefs as me when it comes to this and i respect that, but this is mine so just take it with a grain of salt and move on with your day if you disagree
Jeff Gaines May 2018
Two scarabs, we …
hurtling through the universe.
On a collision course, I've yet to decide
is a blessing … or a curse.

You preferred Rubber
and I, the Revolver.
You, ever cryptic
and I, problem solver.

Between us …
so, so many syncronicites.
I … would try my best to be a rock.
You … relished in duplicities.

The essence of these …
born in your youth, a precious defense mechanism.
Still … I always admired your noble quest
for that ever elusive perfectionism.

Two Scarabs, we … both carved from precious stone.
Restless souls, forever seeking shelter.
Roaming through time … reckless … wild ...
our lives, whirling 'round … slippery … helter skelter.

But yours, made of of rubber …
mine, made of steel …
each with our reasons, bounced off of one another …
offering nothing for the other to feel.

I'll watch for you, while saying my prayers …
out there … on the sands.
Maybe next time, with the blessing of Ra, it won't fall away …
like these grains, slipping through our hands.

Two scarabs, we …
on an infinite collision course …
while forever hurtling through the universe.
A blessing that, this time … sad as it is …
somehow, came to feel like a curse.
Ever feel like you have known someone through lifetimes?
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Another time
(The death of love, not me.)


I hope you find your peace within;
I hope you find yourself a perfect being.
Because you gave me such a blissful life
And now I just want to sing to you down the mike.


I love your eyes and the fire inside,
I love your mouth and your words of desire.
I love you; yeah I love you.

I love your hands upon my skin,
I love your ears as you’re listening in.
I love you; yeah I love you.


I want you to be happy with someone;
I wasn’t meant to be your shining sun.
You lit up my smile and offered a lifelong love of fun,
But I wasn’t enough for you to be happy with someone.


I love your eyes and the fire inside,
I love your mouth and your words of desire.
I love you; yeah I love you.

I love your hands upon my skin,
I love your ears as you’re listening in.
I love you; yeah I love you.


So kiss me goodbye with no tears in your eyes.
I’ll see you again in the next life; go find your own paradise.
Because I love you,
Yeah I love you…I’ll be with you another time.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
If wishes were kisses we would all be happy.


I want to become a published poet.
I want to raise a smile;
But I could never make enough money,
To make myself worthwhile.


I want to live again.
I want an end to all the pain;
But it’s the same old broken life
And it will always be this way.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
oddmanout Apr 2018
What if there was no beginning and no end

We all know the universe is constantly expanding into the abyss
What if one day it sinks back in

The God Particle part two

And then explodes again
and everything happens again.

What if we have Deja Vu because we HAVE lived this life before
and will continue to live it again and again

What if the Universe is a never-ending heartbeat
That keeps us alive.

Our reality could be infinite; never ceasing to exist

What if we never die.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The desert road


Vulture eyes look down on me
And as I pass them by, I live and I breathe.
They are waiting in anticipation, just to feed their greed;
But that time is not too soon, in becoming an eventuality.


Onward I walk under the desert heat, with dancer’s feet;
There is no mistaken direction taken by me
And nobody to meet, on this sand-swept road.
No humanity to be heard in the distance and no water oasis to behold.
Just the sweat that pours down from my brow;
My glazed eye ***** cannot fail me now,
As I stare into the bright blue sky, searching for a cloud.


A Foreign Legion lies behind me in the distance;
I have left it all behind.
For I am a Prince in search of a Princess;
I am a scorpion upon the sand, no keeper of time.
In an hour glass I shook the sands of my life
And back to the front is the only way now.
The world is all mixed up in this barren time line.


I passed away a long time ago,
But on I wander and only I know,
How this arduous journey will end
And where I will find my relief.
For I have learned of my destiny,
From a mystic inside a tent,
My money spent,
My future has been told,
In exchange for two pieces of silver;
Pieces of eight, that have been made from gold.
So onward I walk, in search of a soulmate and salvation…

Along the desert road.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
Sail away


We all sail away in the end.
Yeah we all sail away in the end.
When the horizon calls, we will be walking to a fall,
Because we all sail away in the end.


When the storm calls our name,
We will have been found but never saved,
Because we all sail away in the end.
Life is only one day in an eternity of time,
So go get what you deserve before you end up dead.
When you are carried away by the rising of the tides,
You will be free to leave and I hope you get to begin again.


If the winters doors do not open anymore,
All the heat in the world will not let you through to see the sun.
We all rise and fall, as our sail carries us for-
Words are all that remain when we are gone.
As we rise, we fall, as we sail onwards towards the shore,
We see our end before our time has come to rule the world.


In a sea of lies, we are floating butterflies;
We need the sun to dry our wings out before we can fly.
If we are carried on high, then we will have been justified;
If we believe, maybe we will walk into the light.


Oh we’re all heading home in the end.
Yeah we’re all heading home in the end.
When the moment comes and we sail off into the sun,
All the stars will lead us to a place,
Where we can be with our friends.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Anne Mar 2018
i see
i see Your face in the clouds
i see You're every shade of blue
in the sky
i see You
in every season
that passes me by


i hear
i hear a wise man  
i hear the wise man say
"you go your way
i'll go your way too"
i heard him say that
i knew he was talkin bout me n You

i feel
i feel You
i feel You just as the spring breeze came
but just like a robin
You got on up
and flew away

i miss You
i miss You like a butterfly misses
her favorite flower when it has died

but with the breeze she will glide
up to the lucid blue sky
to join her true love once again
on the flipside
Salmabanu Hatim Mar 2018
I was a good human being,
Kept many orphans under my wing,
Did charity,
To the best of my ability,
Never missed a prayer,
Was always a soothsayer.
I chose the right path,
Never crossed your wrath,
Then, why from a tomb,
I am in another woman's womb.
During my death You showed me my life's journey,
Actually, it was funny,
From an amoeba, a single cell,
To so many reincarnations, difficult to retell.
A mole, a snake, a dog, a horse,
A pilot in the Indian Airforce,
A scientist, a politician, a millionaire, a priest,
Some births I had sinned, gone astray,
Angels had shown me the way.
Now,I had been a holi priest,
I had sinned the least,
Why?why?why?
I have to be reborn again,
Each time to a different culture,
another religion
Is it that I have yet to climb the last rung,
My sins completely washed,the last song sung.
It is believed you relive many lives before you reach your final stage
Jeff Gaines Mar 2018
Where can you be?
Where can you be, my love?
Oh, can't you see?
You're not with me!

I'll search with gazes and I'll search with cars,
I'll search the cities and I'll search the stars, well …
I'm gonna find you, oh, wherever you are,
I'm gonna find you baby …  near or far, but …

Where can you be?
Where can you be, my love?
Oh, can't you see?
You're not with me!

I thought I'd found ya, but she wasn't you,
that girl she left alone and blue, well …
I know that's something that you'd never do,
your love has always been strong and true, but …

Where can you be?
Where can you be, my love?
Oh, can't you see?
You're not with me!

If you must settle for some other man
and deviate from our immortal plan, well …
I hope you realize I will understand
and I'll try and do the best that I can, but …

Where will I be?
Where will I be, my love?
Hoping the next life sees …
our destiny!


Where can you be?
Where can you be, my love?
Oh, can't you see?
You're not with me!
I was singing in a band way back when and, as it happened, this was the last song I'd ever write for it. Just after this, as it does, it all came crashing down and the band was finished. But in those last days, they pondered this song, with great puzzlement. You see, it was unlike anything I'd brought them before. It wasn't rock … It wasn't a ballad … it wasn't even structured like a “normal” 80's rock song.
  
  No bridge, no solo, no loud grinding guitars, etc. It even had bits where I hummed, yes hummed, the melody, like a lullaby. As they read the lyrics and I described how it went, they all looked at me like I had three heads and asked where this had come from. It was nothing like anything I'd written before. I could only tell them when and where I'd written it, but had no explanation of what inspired it. It had just came to me, so I wrote it down. They didn't know what to make of it, or even what to do with it.

  One of them said it sounded like a late 70's or early 80's adult contemporary song or even in the vein of The Eagles. Another asked if was about reincarnation … And I honestly, until that moment, hadn't thought of it that way, I didn't think like that at 24 … but then, one of them said it was “Haunting” …

  “Haunting”?

  “Wow”, I thought, I'd never had anything I'd written described as that before. When I asked him what he meant by that, he told me that it was haunting to think that this poor guy is desperately seeking a girl, that may or may not even know that he exists … in a world with billions of people in it. To top that off, he fears that she may off and marry someone else if he doesn't find her in time.

  This, along with the suggestion of it being about reincarnation made me rethink and rewrite the song. Well, a few lines in the last verse and chorus anyways. It actually made the song flow better and seem more complete. In a way, it actually made the song make more sense … to me and them. Sadly, we never did anything with it. There wouldn't be time. Ha … Time … how ironic.

This piece is another that inspired the experimental write that I uploaded here:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2396540/thee-longest-piece-ever-uploaded-on-hello-poetry-as-far-as-i-know-i-doubt-youll-read-it-through/

I was so shocked by how well it was received here at HP ... over 2000 reads at this writing!
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