Nobody but me and my crow.


A black crow flies at night, hidden high above the city lights.
Looking down on us all, like we are beneath it as it soars.
Nobody knows the crow’s thoughts, but we want to so we try;
But our own interpretation of the crow in the sky,
Shows us no truth at all.


Flying past the moon, it is gone before we know;
As it falls down towards the ground, is it in its death throes?
Or is it safe and sound as it catches the air like an arrow?
As the people walk below, alone, they are lead forward by its shadow.


In the middle of the night when all is dead to the world,
I can hear the crow calling out into the void.
High and low it has been searching for an unknown mate;
Now, as I see them, they are an omen of a future destroyed.


Now as I stand here preparing for death,
I struggle for thoughts and gasp at a breath.
As my body shivers under the moon, I fall;
Snow underfoot, through an empty forest I crawl.


Death is in the air.
Nobody left to meet in this forest.
They are all gone to nowhere;
So there is nobody left to save my soul
And nobody left to care.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

No more


In darkest gloom we wander still.  In a midnight hour we fall.
As the light begins to fade from our eyes, we are breathing still.
In the end, in our darkest hour,
All we can do is fall…


We climb out of the hole and naturally search for the light
And the warmth that engulfs us and breathes into us.
In every dark hour we pray to see the light
And still we search for the reasons that made us become us.


Without this search, mankind would lack a true meaning;
Without a goal, we would remain less than we are.
Throughout our lives we go off in search of new meanings
And as we rise and we fall, we become all that we are.


New experiences rebuild us; our experiences define us.
Still we are searching for what it is that makes us.
What are we to you and what will we become?
What were we to you and what have we as a species become?
In hope we march onwards, wishing to make a change.
In fear we advance no more;
Their steps forward are full of the fear of change.


With age we learn to love and with age our love will grow;
With age we remember more or less and still we continue to grow.
Thoughts without feelings only hurt those we love;
Actions without thoughts will lose us their love.
Through a valley of broken hearts, onward we walk;
When you have walked all over us, will you continue to walk?


In pieces you leave us, shattered into dust;
In time we learn to repair ourselves in rooms covered with dust.
With strength we come back and live our lives once more;
Forward into the future!  Forward once more!


Forever forward into a big bad world;
Onward, forever onward!  We become one with the world.
No longer taken for granted; our lives shape us and refine us.
We morph into what we were meant to be when they gave birth to us.


Mother Earth and Mother, Mom, raise us up from the ground.
When we are lost, they will find us
And teach us how to stand our ground.
Believe in what you believe and fight for your rights;
Because in the darkest of nights, their might will either crush us,
Or make us prove to them that we are right.


With words we can change the world.
What are words without a pen?


In love we let go and give ourselves away;
But when our time has done its ticking, we all fear being taken away.
Desperately we cling to any kind of heart beat that we can keep;
It was ours once, so it shall remain ours always.
This is my life, my castle, my keep.
A man’s thoughts are his own and taken from those he has heard;
We are slow to realise what we have lost, when we let go of love,
Because of what we think we have heard.


Then this life is over and the clock ticks its last tock, one last time.
If I could do anything differently, I would change it all!
And I would still be left begging for more time.


I would remain blind to all the opportunities I had to do things better,
But I would try; I would try!
And I would try once more to make things better.


In the silence we fall, once more to the floor.
In our darkest hour we are lost
And we become no more.


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No reflection of you in me.


Clothes as black as pitch; hair dark as night.
In fear you find me, ******, alive.
Quick of ***** thoughts, hidden from your sight;
You do not like us, but we don’t mind.


You hate us for our individuality,
Because you yourself lack your own clarity.
We live in the shadows;
The sunlight is our enemy.
Beneath a moon is where we belong;
The lost children of an Eden long since gone.


With palest skin and blackened eyes,
We cherish the fear we cause; we love being despised.
With cloaks dragging behind us, we sharpen our fangs;
Our nails are nine inches, our songs only for the ******.


Your rainbow has lost its colour;
Rain washes away all your suns
And in the end we are your nemesis,
Because we are having so much fun.


Go follow their path; we shall lurch along through this dead garden.
We are bitter on the outside; our love is pure, your love purely stolen.
Forget forget-me-nots and leave the carcass there to rot.
We have fire in our veins.  We are found; you are lost.


In the Devil’s eyes we are immortalized;
You have no right to have any kind of effect on my life.
Stay away from us or become covered in words drenched in filth;
You keep putting us down, but we are standing still.


We stand alone and think like a colony;
We defy your social etiquette and your idea of society.
Do what you have been taught;
Follow footsteps, learn to walk.
You are so quick to pass judgment,
Whilst clearly knowing nothing at all.


With witches and vampires we make a connection;
No reflection,
No reflection,
No reflection,
No reflection.


You see no reflection when you look into my eyes;
No part of you to relate to, no illusion of paradise.
No morning glory; no have a nice day.
We are worthless; we are depressing; we are miserable…
So you say.


I will say what I mean, without needing to be mean.
Do you understand what I mean, when I tell you, you are so clean?
You say I am worthless, but you are nothing.
A scream in the night lets you know you we are singing.
Give me a ***** riff, run a nail down a window;
In the end we all have to go,
So let go of your ego.


There is no reflection of you inside of me.
There is no reflection of me inside of you.
There is no reflection of the light that you seek,
Because you cannot see the real me and you are see through.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Notebook


You have to write what’s in front of you.
If you save it for later, it will disappear from view.
If you avoid the centre-stage and go off in search of another story,
The price you will pay is the chance of what might have been.
“If we each have a destiny,
Or if we’re all just floating around accidental like on a breeze.”
Just think of what we could see.


Empty your thoughts so new words can exist.
Say what you must, there is no avoiding it.
If you don’t want to write that
And put it to the back of your mind,
It will find a way to reveal once more,
The thoughts you cannot push aside.


It will seep into other thoughts and you will get only snippets;
When the full poem is waiting for you to go and write it.
So half will be written and half of another will be too much.
Put the right words, in the right place, at the right time…
Or give up.


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Nothing like me


Plan for tomorrow to be nothing like me;
I only wish I could be nothing like me.
You claim and I claim that you are nothing like me,
But the truth is, we are one when we live together with peace.


I looked into your soul and found my true self;
I want you! I need you! But now I need to be by myself.
I cannot believe how different we are,
When your feelings are so ignorant and our opinions are so far apart.


Razor blade shaves my face
And all you fail to do is look away.
You want to see me make a mistake,
But the only mistake I made was loving you today.


My poetry is the shadow which follows my voice;
I speak to express, but I write to let my feelings out.
The words that I say are all said without choice,
Because poetry is a necessity; every word required; my faith devout.


I know you will never be anything like me,
But that is ok, because I would never want you to be.
I look at you and know you are nothing like me,
So turn the other cheek and turn your back on me and leave.


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Nothing more


I cannot be happy; love only hurts me.
I hate my TV, it does not please me; it is so full of repeats.
The sun shines everywhere, except inside my head.
I have nothing more to say…no more needs to be said.


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No Tomorrow


We all begin with birth, then life,
Then death, then the afterlife,
Then reincarnation, a new life,
Then that life, then death, the afterlife
And another reincarnated life.


That begins with birth, then life, once more,
Then death, afterlife, resurrection, we are born;
To live life, suffer death, experience the afterlife.
Once more be reincarnated, once more being born,
Once more live a life;
Once more experience death and the afterlife,
One last time, be reincarnated…


Then we are born again to realise it was a lie.
Another life, another death, another afterlife;
Reincarnated again.


Born, lived, cried, died, afterlife,
Resurrection, born one more time,
Lived, lies, cried, died.


Afterlife, resurrection, born again;
Found religion, lived, died, afterlife.
Reincarnation, change the station,
Play me a new tune, not this ‘Here comes another Son’.
He lived, he loved, he couldn’t, but he sang,
A song of hope;
A song called No Tomorrow.


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Now, then, always


Love can change and get better with age,
Or love can die and fade away.
All I know is, love leaves me amazed,
At how many people do it wrong whilst wearing rose tinted glasses
And then they wonder why their love went away.


You've got to ****** love out of the air;
You've got to seize your chance whenever it's near.
You've got to grab that love and say I will be there!
Whenever your lover says: “Why aren’t you here?”


Love is not just for Christmas, it’s a permanent change.
Love is now; love is then and real love is always.
Temporary love does not exist in my fantasy;
So why do I keep wasting time,
On a love that will never sustain me?


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Oft too a flyer.


Thrown to the wolves as lions approach,
Never just left alone.
Kicked out of the club for being too drunk,
The ghosts have stolen your phone.


In this midnight hour a traffic cone,
Is thrown through a greenhouse window, waking up the neighbourhood.
They all see you walking back home;
“He’s up to no good.”


Cans on strings as letters of complaint leap,
Along the local grapevine.
Playing the telephone game, muggle messages,
They all watch and pass a guilty verdict; eye for an eye.
You stand accused of drinking legal beer.
Social complaints against late night cheer.


Revelry is not welcome here,
At the cul-de-sac at the end of the road of fear.
So scared of youth because envy gets old.
So cold to you because you smile like a fool.
So angry!  About nothing.
The rain pours down, feel water proof.
So pointless to have a conversation,
When you are thirty five percent proof.


The drunk is a punk to conservative ways.
They would never be that drunk in their day.


They only ever drank every time they got paid
And every day is now a liquid lunch.
Do you remember an Irish coffee breakfast,
After the after hour’s club?
Now a fine brandy, a sherry or two when visiting;
Or are you so drunk you are still misremembering?


I am righteous!  Pride takes me to church!
To drink the blood and fall asleep
And because whiskey is the only thing that gets you forward,
You lurch!
And stumble over all the pews.
You end with an almighty crash!  


Make up, slapdash,
You landed at the altar and got up to say “I do.”
You got in your car and now you are so sure;
Oh so sure, that you are pure.
You are better than they are…
Really?...
You?


And later as you blow into the straw,
You realise you are not so sure,
That you can see a way out of this.
Why not arrest them!  Instead of me!
Those stupid drunken kids!
They vandalize and disturb my peace!
What about me!  I never did a thing!
I only had a glashh or six (laughs)
And there wasn’t a…er, a lasting damage.


I’m not a drunk!
I think!
I think…

I think I love you…


What place is this...?
Where am I...?
Hey!  
Who are you!  To arrest me!  For being drunk!


The following day, you wake up and say…

What time is it?

Excuse me officer…
What day is this?

It’s Tuesday.


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Once upon a time


Be sit yourself upon this chair, I have a story to tell.
It is a tale I have told you before;
You have already heard it and you know it well.
But still I insist I shall tell it to you again,
So when I am gone and taken from this world,
You too shall sit someone down and begin to explain.


This story is truthfully a metaphor;
A tale to teach an image, upon which is born,
Inside a mind, not yours or mine;
But these are the words we were taught long before.


As age creeps up on us, the words may change,
But the fable and its meaning shall remain the same.
So even when we are each gone to our graves,
These images we portray shall be pictured again and again.


In winter nights when all around us is cold
And the candlelight our only protection.
We shall each of us be able to speak of this day
And the years that came before; we shall slumber with contemplation.


In dreams we shall picture the noises we have heard;
They were told to us many times, by him or by her
And as we curl up tightly in our beds at night,
We will find ourselves taken away to a new place with these words.


And when we arise in the morning light,
We will contemplate a new meaning we have gained through insight.
We shall realise the motivation to pass the torch to a new life
And the story will continue to evolve
And to grow with each passing hindsight.


With each time the story is told, it will be open to interpretation;
With each foretelling, with each piece of knowledge gained,
We are able to choose whether to tell it as fact or fiction.
The story is ours and we are all free,
To be the ones who decide if we will allow the stories ending to change.


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One night stands leave you feeling empty.


Confide your secrets inside my soul,
For they shall never leave.
Feel free, to feel safe with me,
For you have my protection endlessly.


Count on me to make you happy.
Tell me you love me and be with me.
Let me kiss you for the rest of my life,
For in your eyes I see my paradise.


No longer blind to what’s inside,
We share our lives, so you can become my wife
And testify to our child, that I never lied;
But I had to die through suicide.


For it was simply my time to say goodbye.


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On my knees.


I have lived a lonely life with no-one beside me.
I keep on climbing mountains, but nobody can see.
The person I hide inside, he holds me back,
From the demons; my own.  Riding the rails, one way, sad.


I have told the same old story a million times before.
I’ve fallen to my knees a million times or more,
But still I rise up to take another punch.
They never knock me out, but I have had enough.


I think I want to go, but this is where I am.
I am just a loser losing all the love I will ever have.
The love that no-one sees,
The words of poetry,
The hidden pieces of me,
Will never be seen.


Nobody gets close enough to let them in.
Nobody cares enough to notice the one they all call him.
I’m just a face upon a carton or telegraph pole.
I’m missing a woman to love and to hold.


I keep on struggling and doubling up in pain.
I keep on worrying and wondering, will it always be this way?
When will it all just go away?
When is my brighter day?


Words unanswered only leave me on my knees again.
I say a prayer, I wish for her, but she has not been written yet.
I cut my hair, become a word,
So she can say the thoughts inside her head.


Still unknown,
Still she has never shown the slightest interest.
She has never shown me that she cares,
But I still believe she is out there, whilst I remain hopeless.


I stare into the deep,
Continually wiping away the tears I weep.
She holds my key, but I am so weak.


I’m fading out,
So full of doubt.
I only want to live again,
But here and now I am without.


This, I think, is how it is going to be.
If only she could find her way to loving me.
If only.
If she did, I would be found;
I would be lifted up from the down.


Red Bull gives you wings;
She wants the *****,
How I need her.
I’m tea-totally weak.
Too quick to pass,
Upon this chance of romance.

I am on my knees.  Find me…


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