#dualism
In this vigil,
monads two dwell,
in stasis primordial,
nested...
within the sense of subsistence.
We are the concomitant arising,
yet interdependent,
dismantling,
shaping the perception of the dark.
No dualism survives this pressure;
the boundary of self has no descriptor,
it's an illusion,
a thin phenomenon,
absolution is its nature.
Augmented into the space of the other,
we are the unmanifest stillness,
after genesis,
before the shatter.
Wrapped in the shroud,
of mortal shell,
two lives,
one continuum,
waiting to exhale;
into the emptiness of the sky..
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:03 AM UTC
By itself I was
myself, the souled
body with my name
Mirrors helped me
as a teenager to see myself
my hair, my nose, my shape
A life later
I split my body
off, more and more
I distance myself
from the defects of
old age and illness
to continue to recognise
myself as who I want
to have become
spiritually safe and free
rocking in the wonder
until I am no more
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC
Life’s a flight in the Night -
once whence,
then thence
- a perpetual fight…
Frigid is the Night.
Blowing winds bellow,
Birds they bring down like an arrow.
Though their fate be full of contempt,
flight the Birds still attempt.
Frightening, the sight
Frigid, the Night
One winter day,
a Fog of Light was blown so high, it lit up the Sky.
Dusk pierced by Dawn,
it was the End of All,
the Avians‘ downfall.
Frightening, the Night
Frigid, this sight
Though infinite in power, the fog made Them cower.
Into the Ground they dove,
yet for the Sky still strove,
Their stars now but
a dream within
a dream
.
Though,
one summer day,
Night broke through the dark
- and revealed the stars high above.
…in their seat shrouded in Night, They shine ever bright.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC
So,
You want to know:
Why good things happen for those who don’t deserve,
And the worst **** happens
To the rest of us -
To the best of us on Earth?
It isn’t just
Some dualistic
View of how things work
It’s more that it’s
The heavy fist
Of a God all gone berserk.
While the Devil sits,
His voice a-twist
With laughter at the fall,
The bad get new beginnings.
The good?
Nothing at all.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
Day by day I fritter away
Observing decorum as best I may
Meet me as you meet — reserved somebody
Leave me as you leave — dull nobody
Dreary, weary, listless, spiritless
A resting spirit clamours to emerge
Unguided, wild, free and seeking
Boldly defying reserved somebody
But how, just how do I unleash this defiant spirit
For it is to cross all conceivable limits
Oh but a mask, of course a mask!
The perfect accessory for this task!
Careless of propriety
Boastful of daring
Acting against my will
Or in tandem with it?
This mask — just now I can't discern
Ponder I do with great concern
Does it shield my identity
Or render truth to it?
So now just what fun in masks
One may ponderously ask
Masks, bring to life fantasy
Fantasy, a realm of our reality
Reality, wherein lies multiplicity
Multiplicity, within each individuality
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
It’s up to you
If love is all it takes to cry, then why do we need tears at all?
If love just leaves us wondering why,
Then I will once more stand to fall.
If love is forever torn from my hands,
Then I will still remember every love I ever had.
Without a love I will never be myself;
I need your love to heal my heart…please help.
Your love can give me all the wealth;
This love thing can free me from this Hell.
A secret heart is not shatterproof;
A beauty so hard to find is what I find in you.
A date with a destiny that we never knew
And now I know who to love…you are my biggest clue.
In lights I see you immortalized;
So bright you shine new sights into my eyes.
I am telling you I love you; can you send me a sign?
Could you love me too, or shall I just leave and die?
So high with love, so low without;
So happy with you, so sad inside my head.
If I can earn your love, can you tell me how?
I do not want this love to go to waste;
Let this love live and not be left for dead.
The love songs are all about how I feel.
The poet’s words say the words I want you to hear.
Let this not only be a dream and allow this love to become real.
My thoughts I can only share with you,
But only if you stay near.
Love is all about the choices we make;
Do you want my love, for each and every day?
Or shall I just watch you walk away?
Again.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Darling,
I've left the stove on for you
The milk has curdled and lumped
The walls torn of their bark
The shower running hot
I've given all the photos up
To flame in warm embrace
I've brimmed the socks with holes for you,
I've smithered every plate
I've sprayed the garden poisonous
I've festered root & vein
I've grown a **** in every pith
And severed every end
For you, my love
I've scorched the house
And this I'd do again
For you, my love
I would commit
Each feared unearthly sin
I am the soldier
Steadfast, held
Against all element
For you I'd burn
And fall to sword
Infatuate in death
--
c
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
There is one big illusion
We have a spacious room, where you are living on your own
Filled with perception
The concept of identity that you know
The limited illusion of the self
It only creates confusion
Because now we’re separated from eachother
Though we think it’s not
We only have to learn to
Let the e-go
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC
"O, how Light
doth so verily well as Ink
upon canvases of Darkness,
as Darkness
doth so verily the same
by Light.
Thus
do I beseech of thee
to speak at any length with me
of this 'good' and 'bad.'
over which you toil yet so."
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC