By Arcassin Burnham


Thunder , lightning, set your sighting,
Run fast when it gets tough,
Hardships come and hardships go,
But life will always aim to grow,
Patience thin, so paper thin,
As thin as the right arm of trust,
Innie , minnie , dollar to a penny,
Hope minimum wage turns to rust,
Too much love , and less of love,
Can always be a disaster,
****** tension , back door play,
Not as easy as opening a box,
Speak some peace , and not some war,
Don't ever serve the masters,
Curse and spells , tooth decays,
Be as smooth as the nine tail fox.

If purpose is purposeful , where is mine?
Harder to work hard while in the blind,
Feds are patrolling up and down our streets,
Like being black could be killing time,
I just wanna move through life with some
perfect paces,
Standing up for my standing ovation,
Keep focused on my main occupation,
Everything is always set for a stage,
Forget all the past situations,
Gaining a brand new reputation,
I just hope that we are all on the same page,
This generation been failed , there ain't no more room to be saved,
Remember your own name.
Run to the light.

Different streets


The world is full of angry people;
Why can’t we all just live in peace?
Everywhere you go, you see the same old behaviour;
Different faces on different streets.


But still the same old negative creeps,
Creeping up on me.
Just leave me be and you will hear nothing of me;
Different people on different streets.


Still they want to fight, so they stomp their feet,
They wave their fist, they scream and yell.  Where is the empathy?
Think only of yourself!  Who raised these kids?
No-one it seems, for they cause nothing but grief.


They want to fight, because they are never right;
They are a war on polite society; the follower at night.
All I offer is peace, love and empathy;
All they give in return is misery.


So pity me as I walk along the same old streets,
Seeing the same angry faces, hearing the same old voice of defeat.
I wish these horrible people were seeking peace, just like me;
But they are different people on different streets.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A shadow rises in the morning,
A sudden darkness through the trees.
The sun is shining through the doorway,
The spirits whisper on the breeze.

I found myself a lonely island,
A place, I felt,  I'd find some peace,
I missed the cliff as I was driving,
Missed the warm rush of the sea.

Another night on my horizon,
I stole a candle for some light,
I'd never thought much of surviving,
But I feel sure it'll be alright.

The lizard greets me in the morning,
The scaly messengers of kings.
And life is anything but boring,
when all that's left is empty streets.

The bells are calling them to mourning,
The ones who march in silent sleep.
A field of poppies beckons for me;
A shallow grave but three feet deep.

Streets lined with colours

That beg to be bought

And we like moths

To the flame

Do flutter our wings

Aggresively smashing our heads

At the windows

I'm high on the anonymity
Twisting and shifting outside my sight
But it's fine
Because I'm drifting
Past lighted windows
And lamped streets
A million people
Have all done this before
I will not be the first
And I will not be the last
How many people
Will I only ever see once?