The almost perfect


In an almost perfect world, I met an almost perfect wife.
She was no ordinary girl,
She was a true angel and oh so stunning.
In another time or place she would have been the true Miss Right;
She was light itself, against a mind,
That couldn’t see a way to let the sun in.


If she did not wear a wedding ring,
I would have found one for her finger,
But there was no place for me to wait inside her heart
And I am no adulterous sinner.
I believe in love and marriage and so she can never be my true love,
Because I never truly had it…so good.
I was simply infatuated by her smile and her exquisite beauty,
But now I realise it cannot be, will never be,
But she has truly inspired me.


In an almost perfect world,
I met an almost perfect woman.
On an ordinary day,
My eyes were left simply amazed.
Perfection stood there shining beauty,
My mind was blown away.
This love could be the love of my life,
But it was not to be, unfortunately.
I will have to look for another,
Somehow,
Somewhere,
Someway.


The almost perfect woman,
Was, for me, never meant to be,
But there she was, lifting me up,
Sweeping me off my feet.


She never realised that I was falling;
Falling so deeply into her eyes, oh man!
I was entranced in those eyes; her hypnotic gaze.
I found my way back, when I found out she already had a man.
Already the spell was broken, so I walked away…


Now I am more than ready,
To find a woman of my own, to go steady.
The search goes on, the search continues;
The search for a ring on my hand ensues.


I am waiting in anticipation,
For love to find my heart and see my true passion.
My heart burns for her;
Yearns for her.
The almost perfect girlfriend-girl has ignited my candle
And now I shine for love once more
And I throw away my sandals.


I cannot run to my true love’s arms,
If I am wearing flip-flops;
So with a leap of faith,
I kick the sandals off
And I land in my running shoes.
No more running on the spot;
I’m running home to be with you.


On I go; to where? I don’t know.
All I know is my shop is closed, to all but my everlasting love.
Hold me like I am still falling;
Romantic ideals are tough,
But I know what I want;
The thunder bolt love.


Ignite the flame within our souls;
Do you remember passionate?
Create the page and become whole,
There really is no time left.


If the world was to come to an end
And all of this was gone,
Will you look back and be able to remember
“Friend, you made your mark.”
Or would you not?


Did you once aspire to change a mind,
With thoughts and good intentions?
Or did you just tire with time and fade away?
Never again to be mentioned.


If just one line can change the world,
Then write The Great American Novel.
Spin this planet for boys and for girls,
The future is in need of survival.


Find yourself a like-minded soul;
God gave us all rock ‘n’ roll.
The best place to be is here;
The best time is now.
You will find your way to find love, somehow.


Ignore the negativity of those who do not care.
They were not remembered in their own time;
It’s like they were never there…
I remain true through all the heartache;
We fall in love time and time again along the way.
You may think you are a nobody,
Until you find, with love, you become somebody;
Now nobody could ever forget your heart
And this is a whole new day.


The sun is shining just for you,
So appreciate it while it is there.
The time of crying is over friend,
There are too many people who care;
So you should not feel lonely again,
Just reach out for your free hug.
Love never truly disappears
And neither does the good.


The world is still in motion
And so in tune with your emotions.
Sometimes you may feel cold as ice,
But tomorrow is another day
And people are quite nice.


They will speak of what you say,
If you let them understand,
That we are all so lost, unless,
We are…all together now…it’s a plan.


So go find love and hold their hand;
Walk two by two into the future.
Who knows what is waiting out there for you?
That smile on your face sure does suit ya.


Don’t worry, be happy.
This world really ain’t such a bad place to be.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I don’t care.


Would my father have left, if I was not born?
And would I have become his favorite son?
If he’d let me, if he’d let me.


Would I have become, the son I became,
If he’d stayed in my life?  And if he had stayed,
Would I still be?  Or would I be?
The same as I am!  Angry at my Dad!
Or would I see, he’s not worth it?


And I don’t care!  That Daddy wasn’t there.
I don’t care!  How he is now.
And I don’t care!  That Daddy wasn’t there;
Because I have love, from my Mother.


So rejoice with me, because I speak my mind
And I say what I mean and I’m not angry,
Because I don’t care; no I don’t care.


And if you can relate, to the words I say
And you understand, what I’m saying today,
Then it’s ok; yeah it’s ok.


And I don’t care!  That Daddy wasn’t there.
I don’t care!  How he is now.
And I don’t care!  That Daddy wasn’t there;
Because I have love, from my Mother.


And I don’t care!  That Daddy wasn’t there.
I don’t care!  How he is now.
And I don’t care!  That Daddy wasn’t there;
Because I have love, from my Mother.


So I thank you Mom, for the love you gave;
For your warm embrace and your smiling face
And I do care, yeah I do care.


Because you were always there!
You never walked away!
You are always there!  If I need you.
I thank you Mom!  For everything you’ve done
And I do care, now and always.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Three Angels


(The demon talks)

With all the death that surrounds our lives;
Surely it is no longer shocking,
That we are eternally searching, for that long goodnight.
In all the worlds, the stars and the twilight,
Live the horrors of a hive mind that is aching for sunlight.


You can only take the things that I have grown to hate;
For in each and every day, you have stood in my way.
But now the time has come for me to repay,
The hurt that you have caused me; with my own taste for pain.


When all else is dark and the birds have flown away,
You will be found cold as steel, in your personal shallow grave.
Without a doubt, you will be betrayed
And with an ice cold blade,
You will find yourself at the end of your days.


In a blackened cloak and cowl of ash;
The reaper is calling for you, so make a wish my Prince.
In this magnetic future, there is no turning back;
This death is foretold, forewritten and your future is destined.


You can never run inside a fate of quicksand
And as the breath drains from your lungs, you are left praying still.
Your precious life can be taken, simply by the touch of his hand;
So prepare for your dying day and write yourself a will.


In the depths of despair, we are all lacking air.
Offer us a sunshine inside a bag and we will honour your name.
A sickening world breeds only a lack of care;
Now this day of reckoning has come,
To splash this land with blood stains.


A ****** in mind; a vulture feeds upon the carcass.
I pity your entire life and your very existence.
We speak only of evil, because you people are so barbarous.
And now the evil has been awakened,
So you had better keep your distance.


We are forever indebted to the Devil and his teachings
And we shall remain devout and do all of his bidding.
Empathy is unseen through black eyes devoid of feelings;
So such beauty shall remain untouched by the hand of the King.


Love shall remain unrequired when the world is on fire;
So when all has turned black, I shall have no such desire.
The family feud shall reign eternal
And the gunshot will ring true and leave you down in the mire.


Falling and sinking and then drowning in blood.
With the dark angels touch, you will be conquered and taken.
No saviour is forthcoming to stop your society’s soul crush;
It will bring you down with every word,
That these imbeciles have spoken.


We all wear a mask to hide our inner-most secrets;
I have never taken a soul that didn’t need me to take it.
I stare into the stars from down inside this spiked pit;
Now the shackles have been removed,
So I can, at last, unleash this hatred!


(The angel speaks)

The darkness is unending in this place without hope;
We are trapped inside our memories and we will soon become ghosts.
If the burden we carry holds us back,
When forward is where we must go.
If we allow ourselves to become prisoners of thought;
Then our life will never leave the shallow.


The monsters are everywhere, so speak of them, for they will still be;
You cannot carry a book of spells that will banish everything.
You cannot live a life with beauty, if you are already inside your box;
You must face your fears head on and live your life free.


Free from the fear of death, we must all rest one day;
But for now we must sing to cover our nervous eyes.
Let joyous thoughts create your face
And keep the undertaker from your grave;
For too soon we will be taken, so use well your only time.


As the grandfather clock ticks and the pendulum swings,
The house of the dead will forever be beckoning.
But if we live carefully and let our dreams be carefree,
We can fulfil our destiny and change our time of reckoning.


In mirrors we see shadows flicker and their shape may change;
But as soon as we look at those shadows through natural eyes,
There is nothing there to be seen.
So we stare deep into the mirror that is our soul, searching once again;
Those images are no longer there to be found,
But they will be back inside our darkest dreams.


In the midnight hour we awaken screaming no!
We tell the tale of the beast that lurks in the shadows.
We see it all so clearly, in the back of our minds.
But our words are felt unnecessary;
They tell us go to sleep now and be mellow.


(The poet replies)

We can never relax in this nightmare of a bloodbath!
It is real I tell you!  So stop that laughter!
You will regret this lost minute, when you are under attack!
So take these words deep inside your heart
And remember them forever after!


Your time is coming, so beware the ides of March;
You cannot light your way in the rain with that torch.
The daylight may be your friend, but evil likes to lurk in the dark.
The killer, the reaper;
Your future is forever more.


In your last living hour and the first second of your death,
You will be praying for an escape key and wishing for a wish.
You will call out to God and inevitably you will still be dead;
Because when your hour glass is empty, then that will be the end of it.


(The angel speak)

Your future is uncertain, but the threat of death haunts us all;
We can be nothing without action, so seize this time.
When all is turning black and we are without a door;
We will hope for a purpose, a direction, a sight for sore eyes.


The bats will feast on your blood as you lay under moonlight;
The lost and found box will one day contain your soul.
If all we can be is dead, then surely we must embrace this life;
Now is not our final hour, it is our finest hour!
So along the pure path we must go!


Each stepping stone will carry us across the Dead Sea;
If we truly believe, then we can achieve anything.
So run for the hills, to bask in the dawns morning call
And as you drop to your knees to embrace the light,
You will find your true meaning.


Pause for thought beneath a rainbow, if you are thinking of the end;
Because we are just beginning to tell the tale of mankind.
Through bloodshot eyes, bullets have been fired my friend;
But here we stand, here we fall and still humanity survives.


The mischievous spirits dance in the rose petals beneath our feet;
As the angel’s soothe our hearts inside the pit of defeat.
In a hopeless state we can never set ourselves free;
But humans are kind sometimes,
So have trust, faith and love and you shall be at peace.


We cannot rest in peace if our soul is in pieces;
So stay true to your belief that the spirits are good.
As we gasp for air, we stay clear of our graveyard; we all want this
And as once more we rise, we become immortal
And in this Heaven I promise you, we shall all forever be loved.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Mother Earth


Mother Nature gave birth to our world,
So we thanked her for the wood
And complained when it rained.


We’ve only just begun to burn,
Mother nature’s twigs.
We only need the trunks and tusks today;
You can leave the rest for the vultures and the natives.


Burn these trees, they are in our way.
That bird just crapped on me!
Thanks a lot Mother Nature.
He, he.


Move out all the animals, put them in a zoo.
Empty the jungle of life, so the bulldozers can get through.
Shoot them if they get in the way, no-one’s bullet proof.
Hey look!  A monkey!  Let’s shoot it with pollution…Shame on you!


Did you hear about Sam?
I know!  He got torn up;
By that thorny bush and that tigers lunge.
Mother Nature.  She never thinks of us;
While we work **** hard,
To bulldoze her jungles.


Mother Earth indeed!
She doesn’t care about us…
Her Destroyers.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Downer


Grab me quickly before we fall,
I want to take you down with me.
I hate you and your version of love,
So you must share my agony.


I am on the ground because this is where you have put me;
Six feet under is where I am going soon.
You have burst open my rib-cage and driven me to insanity;
My heart is in your teeth now, you feast and I live in the gloom.


Kurt is talking, I am falling,
She is crawling and the angels are calling.
I am an eruption of feelings and a dead man walking;
You bring me down and my melancholy is my everything.


Pick me up out of the mud honey,
I am wasting away without you to care.
I am crying in my puddle of shame and you think this is funny?
I need you; I can’t live without you.  Why so much despair!?


Hang me out to dry with the corpses,
I have nothing left to fear.
I have apathy for love and apathy for horses;
I hate everything you love, including me and why are you still here?


The rain continues to pour from every cloud
And hides the sunshine from this clown.
I look up at you from this downer I am under
And you can no longer stand to pick me up when I am down.


Tears don’t heal you; they only leave you feeling blue.
We used to have everything we could ever have needed
And now we are through?
The sun has exploded in front of my eyes
And I didn’t notice because I was crying.


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Sinking


Hit it harder, harder, harder!
Break that, smash that, hit that beat!
Punch it, kick it; make the drum shatter!
This is how the song begins.


When we are lost and in need of guidance,
Music reminds us of who we used to be.
When we are down or surrounded by our friends,
The music gives us a place to sink.


From the gutter to the stage;
Who am I to wish for that?
From the womb to the grave;
The meaning of life is an unknown quantity; an undiscovered track.


Off the rails we crash and burn,
Then we rise up from the dirt.
We find a way to change ourselves
And drag ourselves up from our empty bed;
My place of misery, without her.


Safety in numbers, love is our shield.
Words of a trust broken, never heal.
What are we to become if we have never even tried?
We are sinking deeper into our mind and we have nothing left to feel.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Painful death


My heart, my heart, my burning soul;
I want to die in pain.
The end must come, I have no sun
And no phoenix shall rise from these flames.


Heaven ain’t here, Hell is all around.
The pain and hurt is raining down.
On everyone, everywhere I look;
I see the fear, I see the mistrust.


Love is a lie, it’s dead, it died;
In the middle of the night, it was sacrificed.
Love kept us alive, but now loves blinding light,
Has become a dwindling flame in the dead of the night.


So put me out of my misery,
I have no wish to live like this.
For love is dead inside my head.
So all I pray for is you that you please give me death.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

No bone


My skull has gone, no bone;
Just an open mind of the fallen Sun.
I collapsed in your arms and you held me close,
Just like I always dreamed you would.


I feel your hand upon my brain,
It’s funny but relaxing.
You feel my insistence for you again,
As the waves in my mind start you laughing.


We are connected, two people as one.
Come here, feel love and never feel alone.
Let me grow extendable arms, so I can wrap my arms around us;
My arms fly around you and I many times, entrapping us in love.


Stuck together forever, my love cannot be severed,
I Love You!
Didn’t you notice, that we made a connection?
A telepathic, subtle, intelligent discussion;
A meeting of the minds, blind to the eye, but there for certain.


You know what I think somehow.
I guess it’s written all over my face.
So you know I am telling the truth to you now.
I love you…I love her…I love (…) for she is my grace.

(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Kiss The Light


Broken heart’s litter loveless streets;
The disheveled people are the only people left to meet.
The happy people were taken away,
By adultery, lies and hate.


Save the day; don’t burn a hole in your conscience.
**** to death all plans you had of suicidal fantasies.
Decorate your first new house, with the love of your wife.
Sell your art, to pay for food, to feed the kids,
Before you kiss her goodbye.


Dance on ice and break your back.
Sell your tanks to the Salvation Army.
Jesus saves, but only on Sundays;
So bring us back redemption and a whole new saviour.


Kiss the light and ask it why,
It shimmers so, on her skin.
See the light that shines so bright,
Whenever I read Within.


My Wife I hope she will become;
For transparent to my eyes, she is now.
Unable to grasp her hand; what have I done?
My love is with her always, but she is gone away with the clouds.


My sunshine, my bright light, my guiding star,
Has disappeared and left me alone in the world and her heart has been taken so far.
I’m in love with you my dark light nightmare.
Oh my God!  How I only wish I could have you near.


Once more with me, in sin on Saturday.
I hope to God; I truly pray,
For her to simply allow me to say:
I love you always.  Keep my heart until the grave.


Something random springs to life,
In a box below, in search of something right.
It has been given the green light!
So all systems go!  Forward into paradise!



(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Meet the ‘rents (A bee movie)


As Humble left the honeycomb, now a bee,
He was accompanied by a guard with a kind heart.
The guards name was Bee-Real, a real gentleman, you’ll see
And he said “Follow me.  I’ll take you to where your new parents are.”


There was a little room and as Humble went inside,
There were a pair of bees waiting for Humbles arrival…
We have been waiting for you, the lady bee said with a smile.
How do you do?  Said the male.  
Humble was left confused and in a state of bedazzle.
It’s a pleasure to meet you Humble…
This is your new mother ‘Bakes-a-good-crumble’;
And I am your father ‘Dude’.
We’ve have been waiting to meet you.
We are your new relative bees.
Welcome to the Bumble family.


We are going to look after you, is there anything you want to know?
Who are you?
We are the people who will raise you as our own.
We will welcome you, with loving arms, into our home.
The Queen Bee cannot look after,
The 2000 bees she has created today.
So we are your adoptive parents.  Is that ok?
I’m one of two thousand offspring?
Yes Humble, one of two thousand bees born today,
But one in a million to us Humble…come give us a hug…we don’t sting.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

From the beeginning


A heart beats…
A heart beats again…
A heart beats…and then another.
A heart beats…
And then another
And then another
And then another,
Until the rhythm of the hearts sounds like thunder!
Welcome to life inside the cocoon…


Eyes open.  Eyes close.
Eyes open again…a blink as a brain begins to think…
Something is happening…a heart beats, in tune.


A claw drags itself along a wall and the thread begins to break.
Another claw drags along the same wall, searching for a way to escape.
A hole is pierced in a silk weaved shell.
The air blows in as the senses dwell,
Upon this feeling; inhaling, exhaling…breathing.


A heart beats…a claw is seen waving,
Through a tear in the sealed, protective pod.
The hole grows from fingers and toes, moving faster now.
Somebody is home…the outside noise it calls…a sound so odd.
The casing rolls and legs kick the air…this creature has a soul.
A fist bursts through the surface of the shelter, forming another hole.
A hand reaches out from inside to take a hold.
Another fist; another hand, a larvae is emerging
And soon the outer seal that binds,
All the trapped thoughts of a hive mind,
Are broken free and born with a lasting memory.
Knowledge gained through ancestral experiences;
The creature is still learning…
The cage is broken but never the bond.
The Queen Bee watches all her children,
As they emerge from their growing beds
And she sits there listening to ‘The Greeting Bees’ sing their songs.


The egg rolls once more onto its side.
The embryo is now no longer trapped inside.
It pushes open the wall to create a door to the world…
There appears a furry ball with a spike on its tail.
The story of creation is that nature prevails.


As the furry ball elongates to take its true shape,
A head appears from beneath a body.  The creature is now awake.
As open eyes look for the future, straight ahead,
The story repeats, again and again and again.


Another broken outer layer;
Everywhere the open eyes look, another bee is soon becoming.
Some bees have broken out at the first chance,
Others developed later, but they are all quietly humming.


And at the end, when all the embryos were released,
The remained but a single sleeping bee…


The impatience grew, but still they were made to wait…
A heart was beating, the bee was moving,
But still it did not try to escape…
Some other new bees began to crawl away.
Older bees had gathered to see and they were left truly amazed.
The time had come, the hatchling’s were born,
The hard work was done…
For all, except one.


So still the elders waited…


The bees that were free soon found the honey
And with time they gained their strength and ate.
As the sunlight turned into moonlight,
There remained a solitary bee who did things his own way.
He had decided to remain, saved in storage;
He was still building his courage.
All the courage he could ever need…
All that he could ever bee…


When all the other onlookers had given up waiting,
The Queen Bee sat and watched patiently…
And then at last a head pushed through the case.
It saw a face.
The Queen Bee was waving elegantly.


As the bee rolled out of its bed,
It lowered its head to The Queen Bee of the Bumbles.
She looked into his eyes and said…

“I think I will name you Humble…”


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Ribcage blackhole


Shine a light down on me.
Show me a place where I can be,
Happy!
Give me what I need.
I am so empty
And so full of apathy.


Give me directions to nowhere;
Resurrection without the prayer.
Send me to a place with nobody there.
Give me away.  Like you even care.


Give me a way throughout the fields.
Allow me to yield,
Under darkened skies;
Midnight does not terrify.
Out of sight;
Out of mind.
I see it all so clearly in my pitch black, broken mind.


I am on the inside, looking through frosted glass,
At the chances that I had and the vetoes that I passed,
To escape the tyranny of love.
The all-powerful, destroyer of trust,
Has become dust, in its own omnipotence.
Drop the dead donkey and the dead pretense.


So full of feelings for a world so without.
They drain my soul with their everything!
Their lovely lists, so full of lies, I doubt,
Number one is deny, deny, deny and then cry.


Crocodile tears tear away my years,
In the blink of an eye’s wink,
Are the real thoughts that they think.
Ill-communication,
Lovers on vacation,
Never sell your heart to a person who only has one notion.
Separation, of the heart and soul.
I am without,
So I sink down into my hole.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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.

***** Slipknot, let’s just chill


High there.  Remember Me?
I think I crept into your heart…I think.
I thought my bad memory was telling me the truth,
When I said I should have been with you.


I didn’t think to feel,
About what you thought.
I just showed you my ugly side;
My right side, no love.
I ran away before you caught me;
I’m sorry I turned into a scared little kid.


I’m scared of girls because you have so much power.
The power to deny my love,
If I forget to bring you flowers.
But still, thinking of you again…
Stuff that Slipknot song!
I love it.  I don’t love her.  I love my pain.


I can trust myself to mess things up;
But still, I hear that song; her song.
The love song ‘*****’.
For dead became my love, in a nervous dash.
Now all this time later, I hear one verse…
And the old familiar feelings are back…


***** Slipknot!
It’s just a reminder of what I have lost…
She could have been everything to me…
If I could have just spoken the words to that song.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Songs of yesterday.


I sang those songs of love since I was a boy,
Way back before the world could ever bring me down.
Motown lead the way and music was my favourite toy,
Way before I ever knew video like I know it now.


Those songs of love that lit the way;
Those songs of love sang yesterday.
Those songs I will never forget or replace;
Those loving songs of yesterday.


Since I was a child of love,
I tried my best to turn out good.
But my life turned out to be a struggle
And I ended up in a little trouble, I guess.


I did some things I should never have done,
When I was only looking for a little fun.
But I crashed and burned like a dying sun
And landed down in the song for the forgotten.


Those songs of love that lit the way;
Those songs of love sang yesterday.
Those songs I will never forget or replace;
Those loving songs of yesterday.


Come with me and sing my songs;
I only came along to turn you on.
I only came to make you think;
So break out past your lungs and let me hear you sing.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Procrastination


A bird chirps to get me out of bed,
But I am still resting my head and I don’t want to get up yet.
It’s nice and cozy under these blankets
And I haven’t got to go to work today,
So I am deciding what to do next.


I will get up, but I don’t want to.
I will make myself a nice breakfast
And for lunch I will have soup;
But I will not be cooking tonight because I have a date.
I must not be late.  I think she said to meet at eight…


Or was it seven?  Or half past?  Oh well.
I will figure it out;
I have no doubt,
Things they will all be just swell.


I am sure she will text me before then,
So I can pretend that I knew all along…
Maybe I will finish writing that song,
That I have been working on.


It’s so nice and warm beneath my quilt,
So why move at all when I can be happy being still?
But still I am hungry, so up I will get
And make myself some toast,
But I am so bored of bread!
My body needs sustenance and I think I need porridge;
My stomach will just have to be patient for a while
And somehow I will manage.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A weep of fate


There was a man sat on a bench, waiting for his bride to arrive;
There was a woman outside a church, wiping the tears from her eyes.
Today was the day his future bride would have arrived;
Today was the day her husband had lost his life.


The tears that poured down from his eyes,
Created the puddle in which her reflection lied.
Her smile told of beauty, of love and of radiance;
When inside all she felt, was the end of all romance.


She handed him her handkerchief and asked what was wrong;
The words fell from his mouth, unwittingly like a song.
His bride, he said, had not arrived.
His heart was broken; his love-life had died.


She offered him comfort and he thanked her for caring,
Then she spoke of her lover and his death left her crying.
As the two of them talked, she embraced all his words,
As she realised he was just like her.


She suddenly stopped and apologized for talking,
For she had come over in the first place,
To maybe aid him, whilst she was herself in mourning.
As he told her his tale, it saddened her to see,
The man was still in mourning, for his bride to be.


One year before, in a collision with a car,
She too had died and floated away up into the stars.
Coincidence, this may have been.
Two lovers were now lost, to never be;
But with a simple twist of fate, new lovers would exist…


Their misery had given them a connection.
Their love was so strong, it left a lasting impression.
Now twenty two years later, at the graveyard she weeps;
For the twice widowed woman,
Has lost her man of mourning in his sleep.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Jessie J


What can I say about the sponge to my head?
Well she is beautiful, even if she will not wear a dress;
That is he Emmeline Pankhurst right I guess,
But like I’ve always said,
Jess would look good in something silky and red.


She is not sure who she is going to be, yet,
But mark my words she is someone I will never forget.
You just need to talk to her and languish in her words.
When she leaves with my heart, she takes with her my breath.


Anything I can do, she can do also.
Our thoughts are mutual in so many degrees.
When she reappears, I am alive!  Wow!
It’s the glint in her eye, the way of her smile,
The way she spins me 360.
It’s the smoothness with which she glides through my mind.
It’s the ever-loving beauty I find when I hold her inside.


If I had to choose a word to describe only her,
I would need quite a few, because others are unworthy of my allure.
She is my black hole, she draws me towards,
And for her I would stand before any harmful sword.
With her I am in a meadow, dew washing away my sins;
With her Heavenly words, I am mesmerized and wallowing.
She is one I would never betray,
But she is also the only one with whom my true feelings I cannot say.


If I trained her to do my job in my stead,
She could do it so easily, for she is the best yet.
Many have come before her, but what she does she does with aplomb.
The way she stole my heart, blew me away like a bomb.
Nothing remained but my amazed face.
There is something perfect about her that I just cannot place.


She doesn’t yet know exactly what she does want,
But if she wanted I would like her to become my one.
I want to make her happy, because with only her I think I could.
There is a little romance inside my heart and with her it could be good.
The thought of holding her hand makes me smile.
I wish my feelings for her I didn’t have to deny,
But if I spoke my truth she would run a mile,
Because let’s face it, I’m just another guy.


I remember her hands, the way they change from day to day.
Once black nails to get my attention, quickly followed by blue.
The last time I saw this beaut,
I guess her fingers were painted ****,
But I cannot say **** without showing my truth to you.
Her smile does something to me; she is my joker,
The magic card, my face made for poker,
Will one day find its voice and speak…
Only joking, I cannot say what I desire,
So we will never be.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

In your opinion


If I was your opinion, I would change on a daily basis
And sit myself next to anybody with the latest look.
If I was your opinion I would count for nothing at all;
You’re so alternatively a part of the in-crowd that I think you ****!


In your humble opinion, you are everything and more,
But in my humble opinion you are worth nothing at all.
The thoughts you think are right;
They are the thoughts you have been told.
The thoughts you think, are not your own.


They tell you what choice to make; be a fake.
Be what they want you to be; it is you I hate.
They are the norm, the ones you must follow,
But it is you I detest because you are so hollow.


You want to be them, because they have popularity;
This is why you must be hated, by all of society.
Cast out from the in-crowd for wanting to be in.
You are pitiful, you are a waste of a life and you are sin.


You have no opinion of your own and you care about your phone,
So I feel nothing for you at all, because you are a no-one.
You want a nice car and a beautiful home,
But you live behind a curtain that covers your soul.


You cannot let them see the real you,
Because it is black inside that heart of yours, so go be used.
Leave me here to have opinions of my own…
By the way you don’t have a good phone.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Useless love


I’m so full of useless love; nobody wants it.
They can have it for free; I can’t even give it away.
I’m so sick of this useless love; there is no point,
In being so pessimistically disappointed,
Or even trying to speak about, this hopeless romantic love.  Hooray!  
Is not a word I use lightly, only sarcastically.
Misery, my only continuous companion; gone is passion,
For useless love.  Take it all away.


Remove this heart, this useless thing;
This useless love that exists, inside of me.
Remove yourself from my nothing; the bitter waste of your pity.
Keep it all; you need it more, than you will ever need me.
The final fall, worth nothing at all; this useless, useless love.


Loser speaks; says nothing, of interest.
Stop listening to my silence;
Just try your best to be apathetic and not detest.
Just admit that you do not care; join me in my despair.
Go away, I will lock the door.
You will not have to see me crawl
And beg for this useless love, once more.
Just take it all!  This useless love.
I cannot take it at all, anymore.

Stone; gone; pause.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Trapper


Through the deepest snow, I somehow carry myself forward.
In a biting cold wind that blows me back.
No other sound to be heard.
I have to find an animal to put in my knapsack.


With boots of old, made from a fallen foe.
The bear that once roared so loudly; roars no more.
At ten foot tall, he shrank my heart,
But the spear struck and he crashed down to the floor.
A cloud of ice burst up from all around his empty life;
This sorry sight is no longer the dreaded claw.


The darkness surrounds me; the burning fire my only companion.
Alone I travel, without rest, until the end of the campaign.


No dreams of peace, no calming presence,
Just hardship and cold ale; death is my only witness.
He follows my trail of footsteps, left behind to fade,
As the ice falls down upon me from all around;
This place is an ice sheet…I cannot let it be my grave.


The snow buries the landscape and erases all the memories.
This fairy tale image; half covered trees and lost wishes,
Of long forgotten beasts and long forgotten times.
All are left behind to rot, without record or witness.


No soul has passed through here in a thousand years.
No humanity to be found within a thousand miles;
As wolves howl in the distance, to spread their fear,
A sound in the air from the wings of an unseen flier.


The flies appear from nowhere to feed upon the animal;
It no longer has the will to have any desire.
No feelings at all, all meat stripped from the bones;
The body found by accident, as I fell through a hole in the snow.


This hidden bear cave, beneath the foot.
My bed for this night only; death is kept back, for once.
He cannot take me tonight; maybe tomorrow he will succeed,
For I am endlessly betwixt and in between,
The shivers that will end me and the rotten luck!
That leaves me to exist, as one of the living.


No future dreams; no hope of finding sanity.
I see ghosts in the shadows; they are haunting me
And as I finally collapse to my knees,
Before the giant that I must pass.
I pray for some guidance through the mountain;
A secret tunnel, perhaps?
Or maybe there will be a way to be carried upon high,
By angel wings; allow me to fly.


But the journey I take is along the hardest of ways
And I either keep on moving forwards on the trail of my prey,
Or I resign to this living and prepare myself to die.
A trapper’s life is to hunt the stalking beast;
It moves in the shadows, so I must too.
If I am to survive…first I must find something to eat.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Girls Names


Hope stands eternal.
Faith is still lost.
Charity helps the needy.
El Liberte counts the cost.


Sophia my darling, you are simply charming;
Whilst Vivienne Westwood, is rather alarming.
Ruby Tuesday; Have you met Wednesday?
*****-Anne’s Mary Jane is of the highest quality.


Victoria Skinny; isn’t she a funny yummy mummy.
Posh?  Oh gosh!  No she’s not.  She’s just interested in money.
Rosie! Oh **** you!  This was brand new!
Now I’ll have to go and get changed thanks to Little Blue.


Pixie, Poppy, Penny and Missy,
Every single one of them a Jane Doe – Missing.
Serial Killer Cathy waits…
For Rachel and her friends, to bring Uma to their graves.


Charlotte is a harlot;
Emmanuelle has blown a pilot.
Suki *****, while Pamela just likes to ****.
Demi is more than beautiful.
Holly is the curse of Christmas.
Go be jolly good Sally-Anne; get drunk and do a striptease.


Betty drives a Ford; insured of course.
While Jade is being a pain in the ******* ****!
Veronica of ****** and Marilyn are snorting coke.
Senorita Angelina knows how to satisfy a bloke.


Dannii, Kylie; Kylie, Dannii.
Whichever way you say it; it still equals ****.
Britney hit me, Christina slapped me
And I’m not telling you what Jennifer Low did.


Amy’s a drunk, she loves to whine.
Courtney’s a punk, like Skin Anansie.
To all the Girls who like to get high…
This is your final line…  It’s simply Divine.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Deathstar Prince and The Princess of Death


I’ve lived here for eternity, I’ve seen them come and go.
They all smile throughout the summer days,
But hide once winter brings the snow.
Too cold for some, that human bunch,
But I can’t feel a thing.
I am The Bringer of Agony and Death!
I am the Sorrowful, Deathstar Prince!


Such heartsore mist creeps over me
And washes my happiness away.
The night has once more crept upon us,
To bid goodnight to the day.


It’s lonely here inside my heart, whilst she is lonely too.
My Angel of the Bitter Heart,
I see you watching me, as I watch you;
But I saw this ****** death coming,
Since long before you were ever born.
Drawn together forever,
In love’s twisted mind of thorns.
“I shall make you feel each other’s soul,
And then I shall tear them away.”
I’d like to say it all came as a big surprise,
But I’d be lying once again.


Another century passes by; time to get a bride.
The last one didn’t like me much, so I’m afraid she had to die.
Such bitter sweetness to be tasted in her veins.
The body remained perfect;
It’s a shame the same couldn’t be said of the brain.
Next time will be sweeter though, I shall find a star.
My pale white dark love of temptation;
I can see what you truly are.


The She-Devil stands before me, waiting to be wedded in white.
This ***** of the visual ****** sends shivers down my spine.
She draws me into her engulfing buxom; tender loving care.
I draw her into my cold dark world, full of death and despair.


Eternally devouring each other’s love;
This attraction has gone beyond any reasonable version of lust.
It crashes through the sound barrier, it jumps off the chart.
My lust for this woman is greater than,
The love that I have hidden within my heart.


I kneel before my Princess of Death;
She allows me to gaze upon her as I rise to my feet.
My desire cannot be hidden from her eyes,
As we stand breath to breath.
Our lips touch, we fall in love again, as we join the deceased.


The hunt is on for a fresh victim tonight.
Who will find the tastiest blood?  Will it be me or you?
Let’s take our death, to her or him, my bride.
The moon is drawing low now;
It lights up her skin, as pale as the moon.


Hand in hand, we carry the body;
This beautiful damsel in distress.
Her name unknown, her view not asked for;
All we ask of her is death.
Her blood still pumps fresh inside her neck.
She screams; she tries to reason; in vain she doth protest.


I gaze my deadly stare upon her and offer her some pain.
She gladly offers her wrist to me, so I can have a taste.
But my Princess is the only one who can ever truly love me;
For she is my Forever Bride, she is my Everything.


I pity you food, you lack any imagination.
I’ve spent three thousand years, living in damnation;
But death I was able to grasp.
Whilst you struggle and squirm,
Before you’re bitten and collapse.
Your last gasp of air, is replaced with despair,
As we take all your troubles away.
Your deathly stare at my debauchery enslaved,
Lets you realize, how little I care.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Conformity is my enemy


Conformity is my enemy;
Everything they took from me, they didn’t know I didn’t want it!
Your society is empty;
All they have is useless to the kid who never wanted to fit in.


We stand apart, on different plains;
I have evolved, whilst your entire existence has just stood still.
You and I could never be the same;
You are so far behind and could never catch up.
They say I should care, but I never will.


Our destinies are walking different paths;
I am route 66 and you will only ever go back.
Your personal history means nothing to me;
Your memories made you what you are,
But you are trapped by conformity.


What makes a man?  You are made from snow.
I am an iron man and when the sun comes out you will simply go.
You are as deep as glass and don’t make me laugh;
I see through your smile into your empty head
And all I can see is all the meaning that you lack.


Go stand in line, buy another phone;
You are just a clone and nobody that I will ever want to know.
Impress me or detest me;
See my apathy
And realise I do not need to know your opinion,
Because I have my own individuality.


I am a freak;
I am a geek.
I am whatever you call me,
But at least I am unique.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Evermore


I am yours forever more, I am yours my evermore.
I am yours to use as a *****, I am yours my evermore.
I am here to offer you my love, I am yours my evermore.
I am here to tell you a story of us, I am yours my evermore.


I am yours, please give me your love, I am yours my evermore.
I am yours.  Who do you love?  I am yours my evermore.
I am yours for as long as you wish, I am yours my evermore.
I am yours to hurt or to please, I am yours my evermore.


I am yours, your one true love; I am yours my evermore.
I am the one you will be able to trust, I am yours my evermore.
I am the one you should stand beside, I am yours my evermore.
I will love you even after I die, I am yours my evermore.


I am yours until the end of time, I am yours my evermore.
I am yours unless you want another guy, I am yours my evermore.
I am anything you ask me to be, I am yours my evermore.
I will do anything you ask of me, I am yours my evermore.


I am here to make you happy, I am yours my evermore.
I am here to help you raise our family, I am yours my evermore.
I am yours for as long as you want me, I am yours my evermore.
I want you to welcome me into your family,
I am yours my evermore.


I want you to see my real love, I am yours my evermore.
I want to show you, nobody will ever love this much,
I am yours my evermore.


I am yours forever more, I am yours my evermore.
I am yours if you want me, give me a call…
I am yours my evermore.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

?


I need to find a stronger kind of love.
Not a love that could become,
But one that has been destined.
I have no time for mere pretending.


Not a love taken to build it wrong;
Love does not last if it begins undone.
Love must be free for me to find it,
Because I am unlike any other, I truly am gifted.


True love truly believes in the truth,
While all else fails through lack of faith.
I believe in your empty needs, you they suit,
But I am searching for a unique kind of grace.


If I was like you then the whole world would remain wrong.
All the tales you tell are other people’s songs.
Go create and live your life.
Allow me to find the right shape and then I will be gone…


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I hate you


You took the love away.
That is why I hate.
You can never give it back,
No matter what you do or say.


(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Tired of T.V.


Because of T.V., I can no longer think;
I can only dream myself to sleep.
The film that I watch, was given a five star rating
And the star of the film, was on the front of Empire magazine.


But I feel so tired, as my eyelids fall down.
I can no longer concentrate; my short term memory is dead.
What was that thing, the lead actor just said?
Oh well, who cares?  I’m going to bed.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Two knocks


When the sun has long since stopped burning
And we should be hearing those two knocks,
We will already be gone and the Earth will be but a rock.


Voyage into the future, heading for a new galaxy;
We are evolving, new planets are beckoning,
So we must build a space ship to secure our destiny.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Unspoken Truth of Desire


A woman’s hair is as important as her cup size.

Jeans **** your beautiful legs and strangle your thighs.

I like the fact your *** looks big in that.

When you are full of lust, you find new eyes.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Bee Bee the Bee


Hi everyone; this is Bee Bee.
The two of us are engaged, to bee married. (I’m so pleased!)
We think it’s time to settle down.
We think it’s time to start a family.


I have had my adventures
And somehow I managed to find myself a Queen.
She is so beeautiful!!!  
Check out me;
She is so pretty
And me, with this face; it’s now full of smiles, I’m alive!
It’s time to join the rat race once more and build our own hive.
The reason I go to work is to provide for her;
Because seriously dude, look at her!


She is worth all the honey in the hive
And for some strange reason she chose me to fly,
Next to her until we are old and worn out.
I will tell you how much I love her;
No, I will shout!
I love this bee!  My Bee Bee!
Bee Bee and me sitting in a leaf,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G…
I am sooo happy!!!


We have been together a while now;
Flown through the darkest rain clouds.
Burst up through the cumuli and nimbus
And held each other tightly as we dropped back down.
We have so many people to love,
But I love her the most;
So please, join me in raising your thimbles
And let us all toast,
The most beautiful bee I have ever seen!
The most beautiful bee there is…Bee Bee.


In our future hive, my honey is her supply,
As she is my honey; look deep into my eyes,
Not around the eyes, deep into my eyes
And you will see my truth, honesty and pride.


Yes I am with her, because she makes my heart purr.
This sugar rush is more than enough,
To keep me falling in love.
Every day and in every way, I love her more,
Because every day it only gets better and better, my love.
Just when I think I could not love her more,
She says something, or does something, that I simply adore.
She cares so much that I can’t help but love,
Each and every thing that she does.


I could talk to you about her for the rest of my life,
Without ever being bored;
But right now I am in a rush.
You see I need to get back to her smile.
She brightens up my day, my night and forever I’ll,
Bee in love with my Queen.  
My Queen Bee Bee.


It has truly been a pleasure talking to you all, I must say,
But the ceremony will soon bee under way
And she would never let me live it down,
If all my talking meant we had to show up to our own wedding late.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

The Endless Poem :
Part One - Requiem


This is the Endless Poem.
I shall always add more to this…My Requiem.


Requiem.

The Song for the Dead.  


In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.


In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.


May they all rest in a sleep of peace
And never be forgotten.
For they have all once upon a time,
Allowed our hearts to be softened;
Or affected, or captured, or hurt.
But they are all gone now;
So celebrate their lives on this Earth.


In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.


In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.


The watchers,
The seekers,
The believers and non-believers,
To all Gods up above;
May we all rest in peace please?


In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.


In life and death,
In thought, in breath,
In song I sing,
To The Restless Dead.


This; I’m afraid to say,
For anyone who just began to feel at home.

This is the end of the first part of

The Endless Poem



(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Love, actually.


You are beautiful;
What more do you need?
Anything else I can say, would be so cliché,
So I will just tell you what would make me happy and hope you believe.


I want you tonight, in bed by my side;
Then I want you to stay in bed with me, the following night.
I want to hold your hand when we walk down the street;
I want to look forward to the next time we meet.


I want honesty, but only if it is positive.
I want to become happy with you;
Maybe you could help me to achieve it.
I want to remember our time together when I die;
I don’t want to have to try and forget you,
When I find out that you have told me another lie.


I want to be in love and I think I could be with you.
I want the total agony of being in love!
I want a lover that can actually stay true.


I want you to be passionate and to have me on your mind.
I would be happy if I heard you say, that I am yours and you are mine.
I can be with you if you want and if not, then I never cared anyway;
I will not try to remain cool, when you are bored and walk away.


Let love be real and not a fiction of what it should be;
If love is all we need, then let your eyes gaze upon me.
Picture us together and if you like what you see,
Then say those words we all long to hear;
Yes I will, if you want to, I guess, what do you foresee?


I’m bored of being bored and need the excitement of your touch;
I’m sick of being lovesick and I am awaiting your kiss.
I’m a lover of love, who needs a lover to love;
It sure would be nice to be loved by somebody,
So what do you think?


The language of love is too often miss-understood;
Let the fools also gain insight into the secrets of winning a heart.
Silence is not golden to two people in search of love;
If you can see past the idiot that I portray,
Maybe you could find underneath that I could be smart.


Smart of thought and smart of dress;
I will try my best to never buy you a dress.
My taste in fashion is clear for all to see;
So here’s the cash, buy what you want, I will simply smile and agree.


If only I could, I would fall headlong into your arms.
Your beauty is blinding me; your words are guiding me
And you are my sun and my stars.
If we are forever only looking through the looking glass,
Then what exactly will we have done?
If nothing is all I can do, when thinking about you;
Then what will become of our love?


Forever apart and only drifting further;
If it is not possible to love me, then what hope for our future?
Go find a lesser love and be almost-happy together
And just forget you ever met me;
I was only meant to be your destined suitor.


In sadness let’s leave this whole love notion behind;
Let all others find their lovers and I will find happiness inside myself.
When I see you with each other, I will not even cry;
I will not even whisper bitter words under my breath;
I will only wish you well.


You can have all the regrets; I will easily forget.
I will move on and let go of your love and walk off into the sun.
In our golden years, you can be the one, who thinks,
Maybe he could have been the best.
You can be the one with the love at last sight;
You have already become my gun.


A bullet through my heart, now inside me love is dead;
The lost image of you is gone forever, always, until the end.
I will just be eternally grateful for all the time we had to spend,
With each other moving along this ill-fated journey of let’s pretend.


If this love is not meant to be, then que sera, sera;
We all have many loves in our life time
And I never said you were the one.
Maybe my next love will find me,
Maybe I could build myself a new heart;
As I wave goodbye to your memory and all your faults,
You will turn your back upon our love and I will simply be gone.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

One For The Road


A mother cries, at her babies smile,
Because everything is alright.
A father lies dying in his car,
He’s not coming home tonight.


If only he had changed his ways,
If only he had used his head today.
If he hadn’t gone out to celebrate,
Maybe he would be coming home again.


There’s been another crash on Route 66,
That left a single mother with a newborn kid.
It’s just another headline news story,
It’s just another drink-drive tragedy.


So drink!  And drive!  And party all night,
It feels so good to turn out the lights.
It feels so good to step on the gas,
It feels so good, until you crash!


So drink!  And drive!  And party all night,
It feels so good to turn out the lights.
It feels so good to step on the gas,
It feels so good, until you crash!


A man lies dying in his car,
He dreams of holding his baby in his arms.
But we all know that will never happen;
Never again will he know happiness.
We all know how the story ends;
A single mother with a newborn kid.


Another crash on Route 66,
Another victim of the Devils drink.
Another headline news story,
Another drink-drive tragedy.


So drink!  And drive!  And party all night,
It feels so good to turn out the lights.
It feels so good to step on the gas,
It feels so good, until you crash!


So drink!  And drive!  And party all night,
It feels so good to turn out the lights.
It feels so good to step on the gas,
It feels so good, until you crash!


So if you’re drunk and sat in a bar,
Just hand over the keys to your car.
Go and call yourself a cab,
Because it's not too late for you to be a good Dad.


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The Big Finale


I spit my lyrics out loud,
To make them hear it so shout:
REACTION!  REACTION!


I wrote this simply for you
So you could all sing it too:
REACTION!  REACTION!


I made it easy to sing,
So just sing along with me:
REACTION!  REACTION!


I wrote this song for you all,
For each of you I adore
REACTION!  REACTION!


I had to write you these words,
And say thanks for letting me hear the
REACTION!  REACTION!


I want you to seize the day
And go and do it your way
REACTION!  REACTION!


So give yourselves an applause
And let me say thank you for your
REACTION!  REACTION!


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Friday night will bee our night for dancing


Humble was exhausted after his first week of work.
He had helped people before, here and there,
But today it seemed like on his back he carried the Earth.
His body was aching, there was no mistaking,
It had really been a tough week.
So he would toughen up, work harder next time;
He could no longer afford to bee weak.


The life of a drone seemed quite simple from a distance,
But the reality was you covered a lot of distance.
Flying around all day searching for the nectar
And you couldn’t have a day off, no matter what the weather.
There was always more pollen to collect,
So it was not a job Humble could afford to neglect.
The hive needed nectar, so every day he would look far and wide,
And on every flower head.


He worked on his own, but there were plenty of other drones,
Who were usually looking around the same plants.
So the days went quite quick, you did your bit
And at the end of the week, you went out to dance!


Humble was so sure he would meet someone he could fall in love with,
As soon as he went in and sat down, guaranteed!
But although his friends were there and he had a good laugh,
He saw Bee-Real meet his new girlfriend and that was that.
Blondebee had lots of attention from another man.
Tiny Dancer was dancing with yet another bee.
Aw man!  Thought Humble, everyone is happy but me man!
And that night he walked home, a lonely little bee.


And so it continued, each week the same;
No love for Humble, he felt so lame.
Even Prince found a girlfriend and he never even spoke!
Humble thought this is beyond the joke!
The next week Bee-Real bought his girlfriend with him.
Lovebee was her name and she had a beautiful grin.


One night Tiny Dancer and Blondebee shared a kiss,
But Blondebee told Humble, it didn’t mean a thing,
Because he was the one she really wanted to bee with
And so, like a fool for love, Humble dived right in…


Blondebee soon became Humbles first girlfriend…
Is this where the story ends…?


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My mental ******


My mental ****** sends shivers down my spine.
Don’t speak that word again…It will send me blind.
You are still speaking to me, after saying that word.
I can’t hear you right now.  I’m in Heaven and it’s all a blur.


My body is tingling in anticipation.
Will she speak another word as seductively attractive?
Or will she just leave me in peace, so I can enjoy this?
This pure contentment.  This pure bliss.


This feeling of unadulterated ecstasy,
To be found in her word.
She is still talking and looking,
As I drift through my Heavenly mind field.


Thinking of a context, in which this word would work best.
I shall not think of it again…yet.
I shall simply put it to the back of my mind.
It is filed under ‘******’ and its secrets are mine.


For she clearly doesn’t see the effect she has on me.
Please do not say that word again, yet.  I have had my release.
My jaw dropped open and I let out a sigh.
She spoke.  I gasped.  I messed up my best line.


I was going to tell her, she is so beautiful;
But the words didn’t get past the nerves.  
It’s a little uncomfortable.
Being so close to a Goddess;
But not being able to touch.
So I shall leave now and hope another word,
Can add such fire to my lust.


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Sweet little compromise


I love your sweet little compromise.
I love your deep blue **** eyes.
I love to watch you sleep at night.
I love to get between your thighs.


I hate the way you make me feel inside;
I hate the day I love the night.
I hate to hate, but hey, that’s life!
I hate it seems to me all the time.


Your love is my disease; it’s very contagious.
It seems like everyone’s falling all around us.
In love that is; they fall for each other.
Finding their other.  Their favourite lover.


But love’s a disease that eats out your heart.
The day is now over; the nightmares will start.
The hate and despair, will tear you apart,
Until your find your next,
So the love story can restart.


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Bonsai


You captivate me with the softness of your words.
Intellectual thoughts let me see your truth.
My heart beats faster inside your ozone.
My Bonsai Princess; my sweet unknown.


Only in your hands could I ever be brought to life.
Only with you at my side would I ever need to fight,
For I would protect you from all who would threaten.
I will be with you, through all that which I have no wish to mention.


Allow me to be your scissors of steel,
Against all enemies; against all who do not feel,
The love you ooze in the way that you move.
With you I am at last jealous-proof.


As water falls from bright blue skies,
You and I slide through the waterfall of life.
As we rise to our feet, our minds always meet.
You cannot disappoint as you always enrich me.


With perfect detail you describe your day,
As I scribe away.  My words you say,
Are beautiful; my beautiful muse,
You are my only way.


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“Fore!”


I live in a small town,
With the lights down,
In the back end of nowhere
And that is exactly where I am going.


I dress like a big clown,
In my small car.
My head looks through the sunroof
And all I can see is a city of stars.


I have spent a lifetime pretending,
That I am going to leave this place.
Everybody can see that I don’t really care.
My apathy only hides my truth; my life is such a waste.


As the rain drops fall onto my window,
I hear the distant memories.
They are calling to me like angels;
I can’t see where they are, but they are all around me.


So I reach out with one big shout!
Begging for protection, from myself.
My remedy is not seen, so I sink into a hole.
If I could find a way out,
I would find a way to make something of myself.


A collage of emotional scars,
That show that I have come so far.
The pavement my driveway,
I turn left into yesterday
And all I remember is the loss of it all;
The things we do are what we are.


I walk on the freeway.
The grass is green beneath my feet…

They shout “Fore!”…

My headphones do not rescue me.


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Bee Plus


Sure it’s nice to learn, but I could never sit still…
(Humble!  Sit up properly in your chair and stop moving about!)
I had my head in the clouds; never my mind on the quill…
(Humble!  Are your listening!?  What was I talking about!?)


The teachers liked to talk and I would nod my head,
But I was only there in bee form;
My head was elsewhere, so I would forget,
Everything they taught.
Humble wants to go outside!
Not bee stuck indoors.


There she goes again,
Talking about subtraction and multiplication, or something.
The truth is I never listened.
She could bee saying something really interesting,
But the sun outside, it glistens!


The sun calls to me and says come out and play!
So when the lesson is over, I am the first bee away
And out of the door,
Like a flash of lightning through the corridors.
I know I’ll have to come back after lunch,
But right now!  In this moment!
I can fly once more!


Somehow I know the answers to the questions they set,
But all the knowledge in my head, when they ask me, I forget.
If it ain’t right now, then it will never bee needed;
So can’t we, just for today, just leave it bee?


They keep on talking about the future of the bees;
But dude, I just want to have fun, so give me some peace.
Yeah, I did the homework and I didn’t even get paid.
I read page, after page, after page, after page
And at the end of the day…
This ain’t that great.


“Well maybe you should get up and teach the class!”
So I did; I got it right and I even made them all laugh.
Then the teacher gets annoyed and tells me to “Go outside!
With the other boys and wait for detention!”
I guess she needs to bee the centre of attention.


Aww Man!  Why you taking all my toys?
It’s just a bit of fun.
I can’t help being a joker
And then you give me even more detention!
For saying,
“Aww Man, you a beekeeper-smoker!”


I can’t wait to grow up and leave this place.
Sure, I’ll go and sit outside again,
With all the cool pupa’s in the breakfast club group.
That’s ok; we’re all mates
And we’re quite aware of what we’re going through.


So there we all are, just having a laugh,
Until we hear somebody shout “Oi! Get your bumbles back into class!”
We reply, we can’t; we’ve been thrown out again.
Then they tell us “Well, just sit there and bee quiet then!“
Aww Man!
Can’t I even catch a break?
Everybody needs to just, chill out…
At least now it’s nearing the end of the day.


Eventually, the teacher calls us back in
And then she surprises us all with a pop quiz!
Aww Man!  We don’t know the answers;
Why you always picking on us?
And of course, you know the result…

I was third in the class;
I got a humble bee plus.


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