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Aa Harvey May 2018
The other side


A lady crossed the bridge to the other side;
She didn’t know exactly what she would find.
But this was her time, so on she went;
She has never been seen since and she will not be seen again.


Her make up ran as she walked fearful steps;
The wind beneath the willows blew across her dress.
She thought she would fly or be forgiven if she confessed;
But who can say what we will become, when there is nothing left.


The moon above, her only guide, as she walks through the shadows.
It’s cold up here above the world and life just seems so hollow.
Why is nobody with her when they all fell as one?
Her hand upon the coarse rope bridge,
The leads her away from all she has known.


Darkness is all around and the stars are endless;
All she ever did was try her best.
But now she is the ghost who passes through the night;
The lady on the bridge can at last see the other side.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
The Passion Has Died


The night I found you,
I saw the Devil in your eyes.
I knew you were the one I wanted,
For I saw your naughty side.


I think, I thought I’d found my Heaven,
When my head was between your thighs.
I think I found my Heaven,
That night I heard your cries.


Oh how things were different then;
It seems the passion has died.
I no longer hear you moan;
I no longer feel inside.


I wish things could be different;
But time was never on our side.
I wished to have your love forever;
But our love has simply died through lies.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The Path


The path I have followed has many twists and turns;
I have walked alongside angels and behind me my demons still lurk.
Quick to seize upon a trip, or a slip of the tongue.
Without a vice I would be nice;
Every day I tell myself that I smoke too much.


Still I continue into the unseen ahead;
I can only keep on walking, knowing I have never tried my best.
I will not try to persuade you to join me on this journey;
For this is my path to walk alone.


So I will continue to journey onwards,
Bid you goodbye and thank you for the talk;
Because you have a path of your own, which you alone must walk.


In peace for once, I slow to a crawl;
No energy left to put up a wall.
So inside they creep, the darkest of thoughts.
This is just a part of my story;
A stepping stone on my long walk.


Careful of placing my feet and lost to the world;
I have travelled along with no guide to show me a real love.
Forever searching for warmth in a life left so cold;
But pure of heart is my choice, so my future I must endure.


As years pass on by, the scenery changes day by day;
The thorns in my life will be replaced with milk and honey.
So I will continue, because I know this is the course I must take
And one day all this rain will transform and become sunny.


True north is the only way I know I am heading;
All the painful memories, I am slowly forgetting.
Forwards I march, into the distance,
Leaving no crumbs behind me as I walk.
I have no intention of turning my back on what is ahead of me;
I intend to embrace and feel it all.


The good, bad and the ugly;
The happiness and the tears.
I have followed this path for a lifetime
And my journey does not end here.


This path stretches out ahead of me,
Until the time my feet cease to move.
I have walked barefoot through the fires of Hell
And I have walked many miles in your shoes.
I have carried the weight of the world upon my shoulders sometimes;
I have put my thoughts down to rest, among the lines that I write.


I have let go of everything and what I miss the most;

Is the thing I never had…

…the knowledge of where it is I am going
And when it is I will know, where to go.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
The person you are looking for does not exist anymore.


There once was a stalker who didn’t get the hint.
Everywhere he went she followed him;
She was so dim.
She couldn’t get the picture out of her head.
Love…is…dead.


She was fun for a day,
But time moves on, so walk away.
Don’t be some crazy who is still searching for the lost.
It is gone,
It is gone,
It is gone,
It is gone…


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The Phantom of the Opera.


It may sound strange, but the books don’t work
And I am all out of luck.
I would start again if I could meet another Her,
But that time has all been loved.


A second chance at a once true love.
I am not just another fish in the sea.
I would give love back, if I only could
And then, maybe, you could love me.


Never to be attained,
Only seen through sunglasses and reflections of yourself.
If we are both the same, then you too cannot be saved,
From this self-inflicted, back-firing love spell.


I am cursed, to speak in verse,
Like a haunting message from beyond the grave.
Without love I would never have tried to be heard
And you would never have known my name.


Some people say love lets us know,
But I think it blinds my eyes.
When I am old and grey, the me you think you owe,
Will be a long time gone, up into the sky.


I desire no thanks, because I took a chance,
That the words would fall into place.
I am a selfish humane man, who never learned how to dance,
Because of my Phantom of the Opera face.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The Phobophobia Collection – P is for Phobophobia


I’ve got 99 problems and my woman does not exist… so she ain’t one.
I’ve got 99 problems now my woman is gone.
I used to have one hundred problems
And only one that mattered;
But now the only thing I have got,
Is this feeling of feeling shattered.


I have dreamed of not having insomnia,
For what literally seems like forever.
I truly can’t be happy,
Rain or shine or any weather
And whatever the occasion I am down in the dumps;
Found this manic personality and man it *****!


Oh look; I have met a beautiful woman.
Oh my!  She must be my true love!
She said hello!
Oh she must be the one!

But now she is talking to somebody else,
On her stupid phone…


Thank you life; I really taught myself a lesson,
To never even try to be happy,
I will never have a family,
So I’ll fetch myself some rope
And a broken pen
And a rose for my rose,
To remember me when…


I woke up depressed again…
I did not go to sleep this way.
I had an amazing nightmare last night,
But all memory of it has gone away…


Half way through a conversation,
Or when I pass through a threshold,
I sneeze like I have a cold,
But I am not ill, or so I have been told.
Where are my keys?
What was I talking about?
What the Hell!?
Where was I going?
Did I put the food in the oven?
Or did I leave it out?
Did I lock the door?
I will check once more,
Then I will check it again and again
And again to be sure.


They say I mask my sadness,
With my pathetic attempt at what I call humour;
But I refuse to listen!
And laugh like a mad man,
As they spread their vicious rumours,
About…my precious!


If I had an imaginary friend,
I guess that she would have to be a Princess,
For she could only ever exist, inside my head
And she would eventually leave, because I am so very boring.
I have no desire to speak to men,
Because their conversations only leave me snoring.


Why do you look so les miserables?
I was born this way!
I have apathy to faking smiles;
Get out of my way!
I have to leave this planet,
There are far too many people.
There is a call for you…
I don’t want to speak, I can’t take the trouble.
I foresee a future and it will only be evil,
Asking “How the Devil are you today?”
I sarcastically reply, oh yeah…I am great!  
With no smile on my face
And my dark empty eyes…
How I hate human beings…
Donnie Darko had it right.


Send me a new broken engine,
So I don’t have to speak to them again…
But…I want to be your friend…
Well I want to get to the bitter end…
But I want to be your girlfriend…
Believe me you are all better off if I am dead;
Rather that, than have to deal with me and my lack of empathy.
So much empathy!  
It is killing me!
Hannibal Lector’s got nothing on me…


I guess I had better stop writing this truth,
For I don’t want you to see my ugly face or my mania.
My body’s dysmorphic disorder is no stranger than I am;
But there is one in the mirror.
Who is that arrogant, narcissistic man?
I will self-diagnose…but I will not type into Google ‘Thanks’.


The past is still the present
And I guess I am agnostic when it suits me,
But I want to go Heaven!
I don’t believe a thing
And I am sick to death of my repeated reincarnations.


My entire existence is flat-lining;
So worthless, like everything,
And I feel so tired, like, all of the time
And I can’t even rhyme,
So I repeat the same lies.
So tell me what is the point?
There clearly is no point…


Stop writing this garbage,
Nobody wants to read it.
I don’t even want to have to write it,
But I am enslaved and completely compelled…

I guess in a while,
I will reach the finish…

Oh my God…
What is this fresh Hell?


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The Poem For Every Female.


I Love You.


I love all females.
No female is ugly.
No female should ever feel lonely.
I am with you all; you are all in my heart.
This poem is my gift to you all, you shining stars.


I love you all.  You bring us love and empathy.
So to you all; I dedicate my everything.
I share my kindness with you all,
For you all are truly beautiful.


You may not know how to show your love; just like me.
So take this from me with love, all females – my empathy.
You are all simply magnificent, a Queen of the Benign…
I kneel before you all, to simply tell you… You shine!


What do females want?...


Attention…Devotion…Compassion…Understanding…
Love…Danc­ing…A little Romancing…
A Friend…A Good Listener…Cuddles… Kisses…
Occasional spontaneity…More than 3 wishes…


Loving…Singing…Some Showing of Emotion…
Passion…Satisfaction…Laughing…Emancipation…
This…That…Wh­atever the Hell I want!...
Relaxation…No need for straighteners…More Make-Up…


You, Him, or Her…A Care Bear…
More, more, I want it all!...I want to see you care…
I want the Flowers…I want the Choc’s and Wine…
Come Here…Go Away!...It’s Time…To be a Bride…


A Kid…A Ring…A Telephone Number…Something…
A Prince…A King…A Lesbian?


To be treated as they all are…
Beautiful and Unique.


Anything I did not add to the list…
Tell the one that you love…
And we shall hope that they have been listening.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The poem with no name.


There is a black raven at my tail, as I walk down the street;
It foretells me my tale will no longer taste so sweet.
The end is nigh, I hear from upon high;
In darkness I hear, the shriek of the beast.


I am coming to meet you, my maker;
Are you sure you are ready to meet me?
I will courteously scream at you, what have you taken away?
My life, your judgment; what a price to pay!


Too short was this living; your retort had better be good!
No I don’t understand!  Who on Earth could?
This darkness you befell upon me is bitter indeed;
Without you to blame and scream at, what have I left to bleed?


A soul snatched from this world and elevated beyond this life;
In God’s eyes I find meaning, to my premature demise.
What countless men before me, have suffered the same fate?
I see two angels at God’s shoulders; I guess he sent his Devil away.


I kneel before benevolence and beg for forgiveness.
The voice of angel’s raise my spirit;
Their songs of joy are relentless.

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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Poet Condemned


I have opened my mind and unleashed Pandora’s Box.
My mind is now open, but my will is now lost.
Freedom of the mind; open and clear.
We couldn’t see the demons, but we can feel the fear.


Laying down to rest, my mind springs to life.
Wake up!  Wake up!  It’s time to write!
How?  I’m exhausted!  I can’t think of a thing.
Nonsense!  Write a line…And then do it again!


Your soul pours out your head, like a waterfall of life;
But as your mind opens up; the demons creep inside.
You have opened your mind and let in damnation.
Now the demonic voices; you shall forever be hearing…


Write us a rite!  An incantation!
Call us up, another demon.
Write us a rhyme, so divine and sublime,
That it shall be remembered,
For the rest of time.


Another day.
Another dollar.
Forget the squalor that surrounds you.
The island of your bed, amongst the dirt shall stay true.


Throw it away!
Find it another day.
Write another poem!
Try to look happy.


So what if your hope and faith have disappeared?
Just speak the truth, I have never lied; you will always hear,
That dark voice creeping, upon you once more…
You are tired and you have written all the poems you can…
Now write us a book!


Make it really interesting for the little people;
Oh and you’ve got to add a few Demons.
Do it!  Do as you are told!  Write me a book!
I don’t care if you are tired.
Write it and make it good.


Now the book is written;
I’ve told the stories meaning.
The book will become, ‘The Books’
Of this poet’s Demons.


So now ten years later, I sit on the beach.
I have a wife and kids now…and I still have my Demons.
My Demons and I have grown to like one another, at last.
I know I am The Poet Condemned…
But at least my demons are a good laugh.


So I sit here at the end of another poem…
Hello Mr. Demon, yes I know, I was just starting,
To write another poem to appease you…but now I’m retiring.
Because I can’t get a publisher…
So Mr. Demon; it’s time for you to be going.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The Poetess


I need a Poetess to steal my heart,
In the depths of the dark night air,
That carries her cries, near and far…
I see before me,
An angel of my forever heart.


Her words shall guide me towards her heart
And in the depths of the dark,
I shall let her take my huge heart.


For I have no need of it to live, when I am with her.
She keeps me alive, with her Heavenly words.
Words of trust and promises of faithfulness;
These are the charms of The Poetess.


For she could be trusted to speak from the soul.
I could once more stupidly believe her promises to never go.
So I write you a poem from the bottom of my soul;
You words are worth loving;
My Magnanimous Noun.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The rage inside


Am I a clockwork man, or a clockwork mouse?
Would I still be the same man, if I let my rage out?


Am I a jigsaw piece of a master plan?
Or a glimpse of art in a foreign land?
Am I a way of seeing, or a way of keeping the peace?
Or a weapon of choice inside your hands?


Am I blessed by God, or cursed by The Devil?
If I have never lost my temper, how have I learned to stay so civil?


If a box of tricks is Pandora’s Box;
Then why are there no locks on Pandora’s Box?


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Aa Harvey May 2018
The Realm


Pleased to meet you; pleased to deceive you.
Please I need you to join the queue.
Break the silence, with needless violence.
Take from the taker or try to keep our secrets inside of us?


Whispers fly beyond the walls;
For all these days I have heard them call.
In a stranger land what are we waiting for?
Down on our knees we must please them all.  


If all we have has been taken away;
Then we must be the hopeless and the faithless.
The lost will never be saved.  


Digital and spiritual;
Everyone is guilty down here…we are all criminals.  
Liar’s burn, so take your turn;
We are all liars in a liar’s lair and this is all we deserve.  


Faces in the walls staring at us as we pass;
What chance do we have to make amends and pay them back?
Superstitions, a lack of religion;
We never believed until we were upon the rack.  


Needle nails pierce our skin;
The drug is within us, so deeper we sink.
Losing vision, losing my religion;
In this nightmare of an afterlife, I need some medication.


But there is no cure and no saving grace;
This is the end of us and the beginning of the eternal pain.  
Banished from Heaven and forever trapped in Hell.
If all we need is a key to our prison,
Then we must make a deal with a Devil.


But your soul is worthless now it has been ripped from your body;
So you will never be released and nobody is ever sorry.  
As fires light up the evil and the screams become deafening;
You will realise that there is no way out,
From this blood and skulls realm…
And the pain is never ending.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
There I am.


I walk on a razor’s edge with added violence.
One foot in the past, one foot in the wrong
And all is gone.


You want my soul to sell, but I regret these words are mine.
I give away the thought of it all.
If only you had to see your world through my eyes.
I have no strength left to fight, or climb the walls.


I cannot reap an empty field,
Where my tears of fire have salted the earth.
If I allow you into my heart, I will only decay;
For what it’s worth.


Inside a nightmare is where I have to live;
Visions all shrouded in mystery.
The hysterical cannot think of peace.
The path forwards is always through,
So come with me.


Seize destiny, if you care.
In the pit of despair, I gasp for air.
You are never truly there with me, so you cannot understand.
You only care, because I seem not to.
One of us is better at this;
You are all a better man.
I am nobody’s truth.


Rise above it; accept you cannot truly see,
The whisper’s that swim around inside of me,
From the pit of my burning stomach,
To the very edges of my finger-tips.


They gather in waiting, until one day they come bursting through.
They destroy all ideals, as I speak about me, not you.
I cannot live with such apathy.  I will never feel the same.
I love you now, but on a shattered bad day,
I will never to be seen again.


The person I was became invisible, never to be seen on your wave.
I become another person, with each and every face.
Life cells grow back to replace the old.
The only continue is my soul.  It’s all I own and all that I know;
But what do I know?
I am lost without your hope.


Lust is a word, like love;
These feelings come and then they go…
I stare into a hall of mirrors,
Wondering which one is the real me.  I don’t know,
Or care which one is true-self.
I guess I will never know.

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Aa Harvey May 2018
There is no fate…


There is no fate but what we make it;
So seize the day before it breaks you.
We are all left alone, feeling naked,
When our fate changes; who knew?


Something buried, deeper, deeper;
Something never said, under a wasted breath.
Deeper we sink into the hole; we can never become our own healer.
Living inside a memory of all that could have been, but was left unsaid.


Memories, full of ghosts;
What must I do to let them go?
Twice never seen, beneath the bleach;
Hidden dreams fade away to become never seen.


Hidden within a dark memory,
Is the freedom we are all seeking to set ourselves free.
But we can never attain what we need,
To give us all the freedom we each seek.


In misery we are becoming;
Becoming the thing we hate the most.
In sympathy they are destroying;
Destroying the last morsel of a life of ghosts.


In danger of becoming, in danger of saying;
In danger we become quicker to solve the problems we are having.
The future is unwritten, the past a memory;
The future can never be attained without a sacrifice,
So do what you must to become the change that you seek.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
There is no money in poetry


The foundations have been laid, now the money needs to be made.
I want to become a full time poet; how do I make this pay?
Is there anybody out there willing to offer a helping hand?
If poems were worthy £1, I would have made a grand.


What is poetry worth?
I know the value of words;
But what hope is there for a future,
When poetry is all free, just like music?
We live in a changing world.


Still seeking a publisher;
Still seeking inspiration.
Still seeking enlightenment;
Still in need of a vacation.


I write at least one poem a day; now I’m on book twenty two.
I like that Twenty One Pilots song they are playing;
I wish I could know what you think.  What will it take to prove,
That people like my poetry and the words that I use?
No other job will ever inspire me, I have a vocation;
This is my truth.  This is what I do.


Please send a sign, or a contract to sign;
It’s a sign of the times, that there is no money in rhymes.
I’m not asking for much money; just enough to live comfortably.
I dream of having my books published; no I’m not being funny.


I’m deadly serious; this is what I need, what I want.
I want to be a poet; I will do whatever I must.
My life is too short on this Earth to be lying, in the sun;
I must write, I must yearn; I must believe and I must trust.


One thousand poems written; some good, some bad.
But the majority are welcomed with open hands.  I gave it all I had.
I am still a novice; I am always honest.
I am getting better with age; even if this poem doesn’t show it.


This is truth, this is real; now let it pay for my meals.
I am humble before all poets; if you ask I will kneel.
I will beg you to just take a look at my works;
Do not judge me by just one poem.  That is all I ask;
Surely this I deserve.


No poet can always be perfect;
My style may be different to theirs,
But we are all worthy of your notice…

Let us know that you care.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
There is nothing chivalrous about a ******.


In days of yore, when the rain did pour;
Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when.
Even then their present was defined by their history,
As they prepared to march off to war again.


With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy.
With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies.
We raise the roof with our own self-importance.
We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won.
Where we once used swords so chivalrously,
Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means;
Instead of swords, now we use guns.


Will we ever learn to end these battles
We insist on having with our fellow humans?
We are righteous in our reasoning, never mind the consequences.
If I am stood before God and He asks me to defend humanity;
Humanity shall stand alone; indefensible and defenceless.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
The Remains


I am the son of Sam,
I am, I am.


Daddy has gone a-hunting,
With his double barreled shotgun.


People can’t live on guns alone;
Gun’s at home.
Put a bullet in your mobile phone.


They take their lives, but they leave their bodies;
They keep on living in their world of pain.
All that we are left with is…
Nobody.
All that remains are the remains.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
The remains of my heart.


In your arms…Edenheart.
Fire heart or ice cold.
A soothing sooth finds a way to soothe,
You.
Crazy-love like lazy-love will only fall to pieces.
Never love like you don’t even need it.


Grieving widows weep as willows,
Wishing they were once more with their lost Princes.
A forest without sound is beautiful-still.
Like the mountains above,
Beauty remains.
I would climb a thousand steps if you and I could remain the same.


Centuries come and go.
Love remains.
You and I are worth it or worthless.
The decision is yours,
But hurry, it is starting to rain.


Falling days from calendar squares.
Another advent chocolate gone missing.
There,
Is only a short time for us to love and obey.
Avast ye hearty!
Before I make ye walk away;
I will plant a plank for you to walk.


I will catch you in my arms if you take a leap of faith.
Love prepares you for the fall.
If you go, this memory I will keep on using.
Wouldn’t that be just ****-tooting!
You are all I want to know.
Shooting stars fly past your window.


Balcony Queen,
Think of me,
As I think of you,
Inside my dreams.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
The remains of what could have been.


I’ve got a fragile heart that is scared of breaking.
I would give you my world gladly,
If I could believe you were not just faking.
I look so confident to those who do not know;
My titanium bones cannot stop from shaking.


I am cold to the thought of falling in love.
I want to be, but still I cannot;
I am unable to feel touched.


Keep them at a distance;
Real love takes patience.
I will wait for love to find me;
I still believe in a romance,
So bright it lights up my darkest of skies.
First chance to find love,
I let it pass on by.
The beauty was there, but so much more was still missing.
So still I remain alone;
No kissing.
Just wishing she could have been more than she was,
But that love is gone…
Angel to dust.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
There’s something out there


There’s something out there, that I can’t find,
Or even knew I’d left behind.
There’s something out there, I can’t see,
Or ever knew had looked at me.


There’s something out there, for you and I,
So please don’t push this boy away.
There’s something out there, for you and I,
But what it is we just can’t say.
There’s something out there, before our eyes,
But we cannot see for our eyes are blind.


There’s something out there, there’s something out there,
There’s something out there, for us to find.
There’s something out there, there’s something out there,
There’s something out there, but we’re still blind.


There’s something right here, I wished to show you,
There’s something right here, I wished you to see.
There’s something right here, I wished I’d told you,
Open your eyes and see if you like the look of me.


There’s something out there, there’s something out there,
There’s something out there, for each of us.
There’s something out there, there’s something out there,
There’s something out there, if we are able to trust.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The River.


In waves it flows and rages full;
In moonlight it slows and trickles still.
In sunshine it roars a tumultuous call.
The river flows throughout the seasons and throughout the hills.


Down in the valley, the water still runs;
At first just a drip, then a tidal wave.  Its source is unknown.
It echoes throughout the mountains as if fired from a gun;
Its voice tells the same story as it did long ago.


Its people swim freely, never knowing they are entrapped;
Beneath its surface, a civilization is formed.
It gives birth to life and also takes it back;
The river is still flowing…the sunshine is still warm.


The river was eternal, long before the age of man;
Who are we to change nature and build a dam?
Let the ******’s ****** away and do as they must to be nourished.
Allow nature to do what is necessary and this world will flourish.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
These are the good times.


Betwixt and between, lovers caught in a quandary;
Do we fall in love forever?
Or just remember each other fondly?
What will be will be, but oh!  What might have been…
If we only took a shot in the dark at the never before seen.


Love is so new as to be exciting,
Yet the unknown is all so very frightening;
Bewildering days lost beneath the thunder and lightning.
And then at last the summer arrives;
The rainy days are washed away from our lives.
The sadness we clung to so very tightly,
Morning, noon and nightly,
Fades away from our memory as love brings us to life.


Such joy eternal!
Possibly to become, one day, matrimonial.
Anything is possible in these times of revival.
The good old days of love are back again;
No longer bound by self-imposed chains;
No longer afraid of falling deeply into love…
The world is my oyster and I could eat;
I will see if she would like to fall in love with a guy like me.
If not, then c’est la vie, it was never meant to be.


But eagerly I await her answer,
Because my heart is in a ballroom, waiting for my dancer,
To take my hand, so I can spin her around
And show her I love her,
As we glide across the ground.


She will run to me like a ***** dancer affair
And after I have picked her up,
I will lift her high into the air!


Finally we are all out of dance.
Hopefully when she lands,
I will find myself inside a new romance.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The snow leopard


A snow leopard is walking down snow covered streets.
In these empty streets, she walks alone, a vision to be seen.
With skyscraper buildings on either side,
All the cars are silent,
The apartments only have a few lights on,
As she walks outside in the night-time.


With every stride the snow leopard creeps along,
These empty streets with her eyes fixed upon,
Her destination; the local fountain has become an ice rink.
She needs a place where she can sit and think
And the frozen water is calling.


The scratches on the surface from skaters earlier in the eve,
Are sliced crisscross by fur-covered shoes;
Her claws dig in deep.
With perfect balance she moves along;
Tail flat, she is relaxed, no pressure is on.
No need to flee, no-one to be seen.
The snow leopard lies down to relax; her cub inside is heavy.


Before dawn has arisen, the snow leopard has awoken.
Her ears pointed skyward to listen to distant sirens.
From early risers, phone calls have been made;
The zoo keeper is on his way…
But with a flash of her silhouette, the snow leopard is gone;
She was only seen close up for a second,
Before she disappeared into the thick winter’s fog.


Never to be seen again, but the lights in the skyscrapers remember.
The snow leopard stood here, on this cold night mid-December.
From where she came, nobody ever truly knew;
Some people say she was here simply looking for food.


She had been hiding a long time in a snow cave;
Her footprints were filled by the snow and her tracks began to fade.
She never was found and never again did she return.
The snow leopard was just passing through, her image just a blur.
Like a wind through a narrow street,
A piece of ice falling through a cloud;
A memory of a snowflake that disappears as soon as it is found.


There was no sign that the snow leopard had ever been around
And there was no way to know why,
The snow leopard ever came walking through this town.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Snowman


The Snowman stands there day and night;
His arms are outstretched to welcome all to the house.
He was created by a dream of him coming to life.
One day he will fade away, but he is not yet gone into the clouds.


When all becomes bright once more and the sun continuously shines,
The Snowman, unfortunately, will no longer be alive;
But he makes us smile because of what could be.
He could fly with us through the air, if we truly believe.


His carrot nose and coal for eyes,
Brings a smile to our faces as we build him a smile.
His arms are sticks, because of the stick men we have seen.
We had fun building him; there was enough snow to have built three.


We gave him a hat to keep him warm;
A scarf was placed around his neck as well.
The pieces of coal we used, to give his coat some buttons.
He looks to be in good health.


But nothing lasts and one day he will melt away.
We have only just created him, so we do not think about that time…
Maybe he will be able to stay.
He waves at us through the window as we close the curtains at night.
We wave him goodbye, before going to bed; he is now out of sight.
But he is still on our minds and as we close our eyes;
He is happy being outside.
Staring off into the distance;
What does he think of as he stands there beneath the full moon light?


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Snowman


The Snowman stands there day and night;
His arms are outstretched to welcome all to the house.
He was created by a dream of him coming to life.
One day he will fade away, but he is not yet gone into the clouds.


When all becomes bright once more and the sun continuously shines,
The Snowman, unfortunately, will no longer be alive;
But he makes us smile because of what could be.
He could fly with us through the air, if we truly believe.


His carrot nose and coal for eyes,
Brings a smile to our faces as we build him a smile.
His arms are sticks, because of the stick men we have seen.
We had fun building him; there was enough snow to have built three.


We gave him a hat to keep him warm;
A scarf was placed around his neck as well.
The pieces of coal we used, to give his coat some buttons.
He looks to be in good health.


But nothing lasts and one day he will melt away.
We have only just created him, so we do not think about that time…
Maybe he will be able to stay.
He waves at us through the window as we close the curtains at night.
We wave him goodbye, before going to bed; he is now out of sight.
But he is still on our minds and as we close our eyes;
He is happy being outside.
Staring off into the distance;
What does he think of as he stands there beneath the full moon light?


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The square root of all people.


There is a cool breeze blowing over me.
Windows open, music playing, I am sitting with pretty.
Summer is the fading sun, so soon to disappear.
Winter calls as rain drops fall on those who are far and near.


We nearly made it back in time,
Before the dams all broke.
The ashes of a life in ruins were washed away, so clean, bespoke.


The cement is still yet to dry,
Hand prints will never fade.
Scribble your John Hancock so you remain,
A piece of along the way.


Some people want to go down in history,
As a person who never did a thing;
But nobody is free of sin and needful things.
So drop the stone, you are not alone
And I will build a dam, to protect our home.


The river will wash over us and then we will rebuild.
Run deep and stand still.
Find the peace sign you left behind;
Photographic memory.
I can picture next year’s dance,
All of this will be a party.
The dog days are over,
Look over my shoulder,
See through me to see my history.


I stand here in front of you a forgotten soul,
But I have seen my plans.
Three steps forward, then three more.
Knock on Heaven’s doors until they hear;
View paintings on every wall.
On past forefathers, past the rulers,
Past the history.
I live in a birthday present,
Give my future to me.


I am perpetual energy.
A little light lives inside of me and I’m gonna let it shine.
It may be dim; I may be dim,
But I’m with stupid <
And he is me
And together we make a pretty average team.


No expense spent on golden rings;
No bracelets, necklace or bling to wear.
We do not have to cut our hair.
We do not have to smile politely.
We have to inhale oxygen.
We have to eat.
We have to sleep on a nightly,
Basis; faces change with age,
But what remains is still the same.


The boy I was is this same man.
I just grew up, I am not Peter Pan
And who would ever want to be anyway?
I live in the real world come what may.
Earth day.


Show me how to make you happy.
You do things in your own way.
I have too many problems of my own,
To care about how much you spent on your phone.


Life is a domino effect,
A box of chocolates,
A list of regrets;
So send me back to Earth on March 21st 1970.
Peace, love and empathy,
You are too kind.
So know, I mean, I have to go, goodbye…

Here is all the love in the world…
Divide this 3.14159 pie.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
The stupidity of id.


I only dream of what I cannot have.
Wish for this, wish for that,
But if I give you my true opinion,
You will only give it back.


I stand alone amongst the crowd;
I have no way of standing out.
So if you do see me somehow,
Know that soon I will disappear and become invisible,
Like I feel now.


You cannot have my love, because you do not want a nerd.
You can never read my words, because they would not interest you.
You could have said the things I would like to have heard,
But now those lines are through.


Thank you for the inspiration;
I am sorry that I never mentioned,
The truth to you, but it would only ever have caused tension,
Where none ever needed to exist.
Wasted wishes, dreams of fruition,
I am just the stupidity of id.


But now I have regained my senses;
No longer fixated, no words must be wasted,
If I am to head into the future, patiently.
Waiting for the one for whom I have been waiting.


One day she will come and find me, I hope.
Somehow, someway, she will let me know.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The sunshine days


I need to remind you of happiness, because I am so sad.
I will talk about feeling sunshine and even I will try to laugh.
I will talk about love because it puts a smile on my face;
Can you picture the moment you met,
Which lead up to a first embrace?


The first time you kissed, the moment you fell in love;
These are your memories of times that were once good.
The first time you heard this song,
When we were so young and carefree.
Oh how I long for the way things used to be.


The first time they said I love you;
The first time you said it to them.
Already knowing how they felt about you,
So free to speak without regret.


The moment you realized you had a love that you knew would last.
I hope you always find what you need to make you laugh.
The old familiar comedian, your friend’s jokes or your kids.
Whatever makes you smile is surely worth it.


You know what would make you happy
And one day that thing you will see
And if you cannot get what you need right now,
Then continue to believe.
The love you need will find you.
One day you will have more cash,
So you can buy the things you want to have
And you will no longer feel so sad.


You will find the job you always wanted
And marry the one that you love.
You will have the family you always dreamed about
And you will be able to travel the world.
You will buy that house and own that car,
If material things are what you want.
I wish for this to all happen for you
And if it can never happen,
Then please know you are loved
And if I could I would wave a magic wand.


I want you to be happy;
If I could I would take away all your pain.
I want to pretend things will be good in the end;
These are the sunshine days…
There will always be plenty of time for rain.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
The Super Heroes of Rock!


There’s a little person named Gem, with a banjo in his hands;
But he’s too drunk to play.
There’s a guy with one arm and he’s slamming the drums
And I think his name is Dave.
Jenny plays the Bass, with a rash on her face
And she’s going to die today.


The lead guitarist (Jimmy) has no legs,
But he always tries his best.
But his lack of fingers and thumbs,
Is starting to become a pain
And the fact I can’t sing!
Well it doesn’t mean a thing,
Because we’re not even getting paid to play.
No we’re not, getting paid to play.


Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.
Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.


When Kurt decided today was the day
And put a bullet hole in place of his face,
They called the Super Heroes of Rock!
To come and save the day.


And when Black Sabbath crashed the plane
And Axl cancelled the show again.
They called the Super Heroes of Rock!
To come and save the day.


The little person, Gem, he used to sing,
But a girl named Lisa broke his banjo string,
So now he simply comes to our shows
And joins us up on the stage.


He used to be the ladies favorite,
But now he’s lost all of his confidence.
Because he hit the bottle hard
And he hasn’t been the same since.


But we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.
We’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.


And if there’s nothing else I can say,
I guess we’ll just rock the show our way.
Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.


And ladies there’s no need to fight;
Just come and form an orderly line.
Then come and be the bands groupies;
With us back stage.


And the fact that I can’t sing!
Well that doesn’t change a thing.
Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we do this voluntarily, anyway.


We jump into empty gigs slots,
When a band’s singer has lost the plot.
We’re the rehab missionaries
And we don’t get paid to play.


Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.
Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we came to save the day.


And if our music isn’t your thing;
Well we already know we stink.
But we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we only came to save the day.


Could you give us back Jimmy’s false legs?
He only wanted to try and crowd surf.
Things are already bad enough for him,
What with the leprosy and he’s just lost his girl
And I think Jenny has died,
I can see Dave’s put a drumstick in his eye.


But we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve come to save the day.
Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve only come to save the day.


Yeah we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And our music will never be stopped.
Because we’re the Super Heroes of Rock!
And we’ve only came to save the day.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The thought beetle.


There is a little thought beetle deep within my mind;
He is going around, searching for a rhyme.
He digs out my unconscious thoughts
And helps me to write another line.
When his work is done, he hibernates
And I sit back and smile.  


The ladybird flutters around inside my head;
She is in search of the pages, I haven't written yet.
She zips and darts, flitting from here to there;
She is always in a hurry and she is a nervous wreck.  


The worm is just turning another corner, in my brain's maze;
He's having a look around, to see if there's anything I need to say.
Anything I forgot to mention; he will find what needs to be said.
The slowly moving worm is lazy, but he is useful in his own way,


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
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.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The time is 10.23 pm


The time is 10.23 pm;
I thought I would tell you the time.
I realise you will want to have this time again,
But there simply is not the time.
I do not have an infinite supply
And oxygen tanks do not last forever…
I had to rewrite that word three times,
Because I am not fully focused when I should be clever.
I am tired and want to sleep;
Oh what a lovely dream.


The time is 10.42 pm
And my eyes are feeling heavy.
I should have been asleep by now,
But my brain simply said “Ok!…ready!?
And away we go!”  Writing more useless thoughts;
I truly cannot even remember the start.
But on I go, telling my tale,
Oh yeah, that’s right, it is the story of time.
My brain is as quick as a snail right now;
I want to be flying through the clouds.
The dreams I have, I want a drink,
But I won’t do that because my back aches.
It’s been a normal day.
I’m still the same,
But time is running me into the ground.
I wish I could be profound,
But not a chance; hey! Give it back!
The time you took,
I need it to write books,
Of poetry, but woe is me.
If I only had the chance to romance,
I think I could be happy;
But I honestly do not know where I would find the time.
I would like to raise a family;
But until I get my house in order,
I will have no wife,
So no son or daughter...


The time is 10.49 pm.
I wish I had more time.
I give everybody what they want,
But time is never mine.
I give to them a piece of me.
I give to you a piece of me.
I give to love a piece of me.
I give to work a piece of me
And I give to anybody who needs,
Yet another piece of me.
I give to friends and family even more of me
And then you keep on asking me,
Oh, why do you feel so empty?
Because I have nothing left to give,
But I want to be the best there is
And I will not accept second-rate,
Because I want the best from my next mate.
I want someone who is divine,
Who shines a light into my mind
And illuminates the thoughts I have.
I want someone to stop me being so sad…


The time is 10.54 pm.
Time is flying by again.
I think I already said that once,
But I do not have the time to go back and look,
Because I want to go to sleep
(Lost counting sheep)
And end this time-taking story.
But this is so much fun to discover!
I will continue and hope to not be boring.
If you have not given up by now,
Relax, we are nearing the finish.
I have woven a web of words for you
And I shall do so until the words run out.
As time runs by and I approach the end of this wish,
I simply remind you to give me a break.
Love me or not.
Like this or not.
I am tired, so whisper your response
And I will thank you for not being too loud…


The time is 11.02 pm.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
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.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
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.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The Wanderer


What land is this stretched out before me?
I am forever lost inside a world of hatred, hunted by their vengeance.
Trusting in no one but myself inside this Hell;
I find myself wandering in search of a saviour to offer me guidance.
I beg, I plead; I foretell a future with an unbroken promise,
If I am to be blessed with sight, when I am blind to all witness.


I confess I am lonely in such a barren place;
I fall detached from any form of comely shaped temptress, blaming all.
I am unworthy of your anger, for I am invisible to any kindness;
I seek some meaning inside this world,
But I see no way of becoming disenthralled.


A dark ranger stalks my footsteps;
I shall be captured and added to the prisoners of hopelessness.
Pain reigned, so I sought shelter within a drug.
Now all I am is lost in the wilderness and all I can do is wander on.


Could I have foreseen this foretold future?
Was it written down for me to read?
Is there any way I can fix my existence with a simple suture?
I need a loophole in my downfall, in which I can believe in,
So that I can put my faith in the hope that one day I shall be set free.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The way we were


The way we were,
So simple to say,
But it was always so hard to keep your love.
You are my Her.
You were my way.
Now I must find myself again and once more become loved.


You were my summertime lover indoors.
I could never hide from you all my endless flaws.
So grateful to you for all that you have done,
My shining sun; it always rains now as my tears pour.


Every part of me is dedicated to love;
Every thought I think is concerning you.
Even today I still desire your touch,
Because my love for you will never end…
Love will always feel like it is brand new.


The start of love is a summer’s day;
The end of love is so cold and grey.
The centre of love is happiness in a glass;
The saddest time of love is when you turn your back.


So leave me here to never wipe away these tears,
Because if you cannot hear, then why am I even crying?
It is because of you I am oh so clear,
So certain of my fate;
This feeling must be what it feels like when I am dying.


Inside I am a snow globe without a pretty picture;
Outside I am an insect surrounded by dinosaurs.
Everybody is so sure they know how to make me not miss her,
But the truth is nobody has a cure to all that which came before.

The way we were…


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The Words Are Wrong


The words are wrong, in this Radiohead song;
The words are wrong, in this Radiohead song.
The words are wrong; she wears me out.
The words are wrong, in this Radiohead song.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
The world we live on


The dinosaurs are dead, frozen in place;
They have gone, to never be replaced.


There is a sinkhole in our planet
And it swallows all beauty within it.
What is happening to our world before our eyes?
And why are we doing nothing to stop it?


We are in the eye of the storm,
We have safety in numbers.
There is a maelstrom so powerful it is eating up the waves
And drowning all the fishes.


A great blue hole in the ocean swallows the water down a whirlpool;
Where is the ocean going?
We have harvested the world of all its goodness
And the human consumption rate is still growing.


The world is dying and we are not crying,
Because it is someone else’s problem.
We are safe in this lifetime,
But our children’s children will die,
Because they have no oxygen.


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
They’re there for their friends


They’re there to be seen,
Their thoughts are their own.
Their partner is their only saviour,
They’re currently living in their mobile home.


They’re trailer trash, in their home over there,
They love their partner, for they’re always there.
They’re there to comfort their daughter, like she was theirs;
They’re never quite sure if their lover is truly theirs forever.


For there seems to be no trust in their lover,
For they are paranoid their love isn’t just theirs,
But also another’s.
Their mothers were there on their wedding day;
They’re still together in their own place over there.


Amongst their friends over there; there my dear, over there.
Amongst their enemies, they’re there for their friends,
Whenever their friends need their love,
They’re always there to give them love;
Because their friends are there for them
To help them with their chores.


They’re over there in their caravan dying their hair.
For they’re bored of their life, lover,
Their home and their friends.


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This poem was written simply because there are three versions of 'there'.  It has no other reason.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
They sea me without.


I carry a raven upon my shoulder,
A sundial on my back.
The hat I wear is made of ash;
Sunlight is what I lack.


I drag my feet behind me on sandy beaches.
The ball and chain my ankle bracelet bling.
‘If only…’ is a wish, a fantasy; it’s incomplete.
I never made it big.


There is a line of memories behind me in the sand;
It shows the places I have seen.
It is my reason;
The reason I understand;
The reason I understand why you do not understand me.


It curves around, beyond the boulders
And on through rows of palm trees.
This dream I have, I have always carried;
It has always been with me.


I leave my burdens at the door,
But desire is a flame that still burns eternal.
It lights up my face, when I see her face,
But inside I remain forever nocturnal.


I walk in foreign footsteps,
No guide or friend in tow.
I cross the sea of peace, love and empathy forever,
Alone in my sinking boat.


I carry only what I need to make it to the end of the sea.
The cannon ball attached to my feet,
Is expanding more than I would like it to be.
It grows with each passing full moon,
The only time I can be seen.
I hide behind a smile sometimes,
Before it rows away from me.


I have a conversation, with a man who sells only ale;
His face is full of redness and joy!
My face is always pale.
I take a sip of this rotgut and begin to waste away from the inside.
I sometimes hear a hearty tune and sing!
While all the time,
Inside, I die…


The noise is intoxicating;
The words they speak are so enchanting.
Sooner or later it becomes closing time
And I am left walking away from the dancing.


The maiden’s flutter their eyes,
I haven’t shaved in several weeks.
My life is worn away by the sun, my clothes torn asunder.
They flirt and kiss me on the cheek
But there is no more thunder.
They ask if I would like to join them,
On their midnight adventure.
I have no words, I promise to return,
But they never get a real answer.


They cannot readily see the hole in my soul;
Oh what a charmed life I live.
I try to laugh, so tip my hat…

…a pirate’s life for me.


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Aa Harvey Aug 2018
Things that = I love you


Everything you do for me = I love you.
Everything you did for us two = I love you.
Everything you would have done = I love you.
Everything you are yet to do = I love you


Every thought that is on my mind = I love you.
Everything I am yet to find out I like = I love you.
Every sense that draws us together = I love you.
Every second we spend with each other = I love you.


I love you, do you love me?
I love you, do you want to be mine?
I love you, could you love this?
I’ll love you until the end of time.


All of this, is to show - I love you.
All I ever did, was to prove – I love you.
All I could ever want is for you to say – I love you.
All I dream about every day, is the day you say – I love you.


I love you, what do you love?
I love you, who do you love?
I love you, who do you trust?
I love you, because in you I can place my trust.


If you love me, then I love you.
If you hate me, then I love you.
If you say you will never speak to me ever again!
I will reply – I love you.


Go away! = I love you.
Come here = I love you.
My girlfriend = I love you.
My everything = I love you.


My love – I love you.
My love is telling me that – I love you.
My love wants me to show – I love you.
My love I want you to know – I love you too.


All I do is to show how much – I love you.
All I want is to prove to you – I love you.
Everyone who has read this poem – I love you.
Everyone I have ever known, or never met – I love you.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
This Generation


We’re a generation of single mothers.

Generation X; a generation of sinners.

The jilted generation, rejected by society;

Look down upon, thought less of,

Underestimated…just as we wish to be.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
This is important…to you


With life comes expectation’s, we only disappoint.  
With love comes expectation’s.  I have to disappoint.  
They tell me I must celebrate getting closer to the end.  
I tell them I don't want to and I don't have to, without a girlfriend.


With love you are obligated.  Without I am free to choose.  
They tell me it is another opportunity wasted,
To find someone I do,
Want to fall in love with;
I could end the night with a kiss.  
I say there are three hundred and sixty four other days
And she would find me any other time, if she truly knew me.  


I do not wish celebrate this day,
So come back tomorrow and try again.  
If you are only willing to try to love me once,
Then we will never find a way, so I think you should bounce.
If love is not committed, then tell me, what is it?  
If love has rules that I must follow religiously,
Then where is the spontaneity?  


I want love at first sight and true insight,
Not being forced to be happy this night.  
If I must, then I will begrudgingly
And I will wear a plastic smile and empty eyes;
So tell me if they will still want me?
If you cannot understand my reasons,
Then there is no helping you.  
I will not be helped to help myself, no matter what the season.  
I will remain in oblivion,
Searching for the driven,
Waiting again for passion,
To call out my name.  


I carry my pain in a box of misfortune,
As I walk alone down memory lane.  
Your glass is half full, my soul is shattered.
Happy Birthday...doesn't matter.


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Aa Harvey Jun 2018
This is mine


I’m just spinning my wheels, going nowhere fast;
I could try to care, but empathy I lack.
This place has ruined the person I used to be;
There lie the remains of me.


I have no strength left to fight back;
I look out at the world and everything is painted black.
The darkness surrounds my thoughts and leaves me feeling weak;
People are so depressing to a misery like me.


In sorrow I remember those days of light;
Every hope I ever had has disappeared out of sight.
No longer can I remember what I wished for,
That is if I was ever deemed worthy of a wish at all.


I guess not, because I sink under the truth;
When life is so hard, why should I ever try anything new?
It will all be the same at the end of the day,
So keep your happiness to yourself and I will keep walking away.


Do not try to follow me; this destination is mine to seek.
You are not even a memory; an empty head sets me free.
All the love in the world cannot fix my broken mind,
So leave me be and I will stay away from your world of lies.


Heaven is a dream and life is a nightmare;
People are all the same, so I cannot care.
Another day of sadness as I head towards the grave;
You and I are not so different, but we will never feel the same pain.


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Aa Harvey Sep 2018
This is my Blood Bowl.


Thank you Games Workshop for giving us Blood Bowl;
I’ve played it all my life and I’ve completely re-written the rules.
It allows my imagination to run wild carrying a sword,
Attacking all sorts of creatures, whilst playing American Football.
It has magic, magic items and you may think it’s just for kids;
But without Blood Bowl,
I wouldn’t have imagined half of the things that I did.


People need a release from the real world;
Mine is found on a football pitch in the game of Blood Bowl.
People cheat, steal and bribe referees and do almost anything.
If you give this game to your kid,
They could imagine the impossible
And some day, maybe, write random poetry like me!  He, he.


…And now down to the pitch to see the kickoff!...


The humans line up against the bad boy orcs;
The dwarfs and elves are in support.
Chaos lords and chaos spawn (twisted creatures);
Rain down pain and death on the undead and the living.


The undead walk slowly, the goblins flee!
Rat Ogres and trolls are invading the pitch!
The referee blows his whistle to send the giant off!
The deadly dark elves chop the referee’s up with chainsaws,
Or use swords and axes, grenades and clubs.
They are all fighting to win the B.B.C. cup.


The Blood Bowl Championship;
It’s like the NFL Superbowl trophy.
I’ve made leagues and cups
And every single thing possible, just for fun; just for me.


The Official Blood Bowl Organization,
Try to make all weapons illegal, but oh no, no, no!
This is the sport of death!  
This is Blood Bowl!


Use spells and magic items and cause suffering;
The tiny snotling is beaten by the little Halfling.
The ***** in there somewhere, though nobody cares;
The Beastmen are just here to fight,
Whilst the gnomes laugh at the high elves hair.
Such pampered fools, in love with themselves;
Vanity and self-love?  That must be the elves.


Here comes a chaos dwarf, driving a steam roller;
He flattens the Fimir and another vampire.
The zombies are clueless and one fumbles the ball,
Before he is decapitated, by the Reikland Reavers’ Mighty Zug!


The ghoul’s are hungry for blood;
Here come the orks, the band of goffs.
Crazy *** gitz, just having a laugh.
Here are the sneaky Skaven to stab someone in the back.


Amazonian women are running around screaming,
Like the banshee’s and all sorts of scary demons.
The Sisters of Battle are from the future;
A bear charges at a Treeman and look!  There’s a little Gnoblar.


Giant bats, giant snails, giant rats and giant eagles,
Giant leeches, giant frogs, giant spiders and giant scorpions.
The norse are Vikings, (ranked titles include kings);
There’s a termagant from the year 40,000 and something.
There are space marines, and space wolf marines,
All armed to the teeth with weapons.


The genestealer’s steal genes to make new creatures/weapons;
There are evil gnomes, evil ewoks, ewoks and evil Treemen.
Lesser demons fight lesser goblins and run from the Lictor!
The werebear’s and werewolves fight the wolves and Saurus creatures.
There is no victor.


The skinks fire poisoned blowpipes at the Large beasts & minions.
Chaos Halflings beat up people on camels and horses
And they beat up Khemri with anything.
Mummies climb out of their crypts to bring death to the mutants;
The slayers are here to bring down the mighty bone giants.


The noble Brettonians see Blue and Pink Horrors running around;
Tyranids, Tyranid warriors and tyrants send people underground.
Dead now in this game of Blood Bowl; the game of death!
Witch elves are being hunted by Witch Hunters;
There’s only three left.


To the right is a Zoat fighting a huge Yeti.
A chaos human rides a chaos horse; look out Goddess Betty.
Greater demons bring down Griffons and **** the crazy monkeys;
The mushlings and snotrooms are simply fleeing and screaming.


Skeletons on skeletal horses, fight salamanders and satyrs.
Jabberwocks and Juggernauts,
Destroy Hydra’s with the Hydra’s own fire.
Chaos Warriors and Chaos human cowboys, slug it out with Gods;
Norse dwarves fight Nurgles rotter’s and nurgling’s fight ogres.


The slann were the originators of the game of Blood Bowl;
The Ushabti Tomb Kings come from Khemri to fight the robotic Tau.
Vostroyan drunks are fighting with Wood elves.
Oh my God!  That troglodyte really does smell!


Warhounds race Gladehounds and cyborg’s fight cyboar’s;
Big cats include tigers and lions, so we must quickly carry on.
A carrion is an undead bird and they are ****** huge!
The imperial guard are like the rebels in Terminator;
They are humans.


Kroxigor’s smash boney clubs & break Kroot’s predator-like heads;
Kislevite Horsemen and Cowboy’s ride horses onto the pitch.
Night goblin’s and forest goblin’s steal from all including the Eldar.
They are elves of the future and there are chaos space marines…

They have travelled far.


Every creature has come to take part in this game of football.
Its American football with death included; it’s so much fun!
Harpy fly above Haradhrim as a Necron breaks his own jaw;
He fell over when dodging the tomb scorpion’s claw.


Thrall and Wights march to battle on the pitch against the living;
Undead champions are leaders of death
And the minotaur’s eat the dead.  
Nobody knows who is winning.
Chimera and other daemonic beasts are really tough to ****, I see;
But that boar just exploded, thanks to the grenade…
Bye life, hello death; he, he.


Elementals are like Gods of earth, wind, water and fire.
Dragon ogres are going to **** anything that gets in their way!
Dreadnoughts are made to ****; there’s a wolf!
This undead one’s dire.
Dryad are small Treemen; there are some Elite Skaven!
Open fire!


Savage orcs fight sea elves as squig hopper’s bounce past randomly.
Ungor’s are little Beastmen, but there are still quite deadly.
Manticores destroy lizardmen and there’s a blood-soaked cold one.
Bull centaur’s charge at black orc’s,
Who are ganging up with a chaos champion.


Centaurs crash into carnosaur’s,
As Dark eldar fly down from their space ships.
Hobgoblins can’t be trusted; the thieving gits!
Orc leaders are warlords, bosses and big bosses too;
The Redemptionists are the priest from aliens 3 or aliens 2.
Whichever I can’t remember and haven’t got time to look;
Oh yeah let’s watch the game again and see who has got the ball.


Golem!  (phlegm!)  Golem!  No; not that one!
These golems are Flesh golem’s and some are made of stone.
They are creature of magic and are here to smack some heads;
And this is the end of the poem…

Dedicated to Games workshop (thank you) and the sport of death!


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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
This is my day.


Carpe diem my love; this is my day.
Goodbye for now; I’ll see you another time.
I tried to tell you, things will be ok,
But if I said that now, I would be lying.


For things will never be quite ok, until I know your mind.
I wish you to be mine, maybe; if you like?
But that all depends on your thoughts of me.
Enlighten me as to what you see,
So I can open my eyes and believe.


Too scared to speak; I’m a geek.
Words fall easier from a pen,
Than from my mouth.  I’d like you to see,
But now I shall leave and miss you again.


I like this feeling; the strange unknowing.
I can lie to myself and say who knows?
She could think something nice about me.
She could be the one to set me free.


You’re beautiful, gorgeous, ****, wonderful,
Happy, sad, funky, cool and all together unusual;
Unique, unlike anybody else, enchanting, divine.
I worship at your altar and pray for you to be mine.


If you decide I am not good enough;
Just know you truly had my love.
I thank you for making my day amazing.
Goodbye, my Queen; do you want me to be your King?


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Aa Harvey Nov 2020
This is my station


This is my station.  This is my place to be.
When all is said and done, I am not free.
I guess I never left you with the best,
Of my heart, but this is my station.


This is my freedom of choice.
With all I had and threw away,
I know you must have felt betrayed,
But this is my station.
This is the place where I belong.
There is no other way.


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Aa Harvey May 2018
This is no way to be


Social dis-function; allow me to live.
I just wanna be a normal boy,
Not a wooden misery.
Failure to mention,
I hide away from everything.
Paranoia strikes, leaving me in Limbo, limply.
Walking quickly, talking quietly,
Hoping something will one day change;
But everything remains the same, useless brain,
Inside a head full of fearful steps.
Nothing but regrets to get me out of bed.


I look the same as you,
I act the same as you do,
But inside I am confused.
Born only to lose,
Born only to lose,
Singing my own blues.
This is no way to be,
But this is the real me.


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Aa Harvey Jul 2018
This is what I get?


I need to say Hakuna Matata, but I cannot bury these memories.
This world makes me feel like saying see you later,
But still I drift along these turbulent seas.
I oversee and become all seeing,
Inside these visions I paint with words.
I wish I was dreaming and no longer screaming!
Because you are a long time dead, down there in the dirt.


Zombie with a heart shaped heart;
Painting pictures, writing art.
Empty your mind upon this canvas;
Discover the truth that lies beneath the scars.


Anti-psychosis and anti-happiness;
Bless this mess I call a head.
All my life I have been devoted to love
And this is what I get!!!?


Vacant on vacation with medication;
Let’s fix this soul and mind meld a connection.
Show me you and I will tell you of me;
Peace, love and empathy will set us free.


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Aa Harvey May 2019
The life that I live


Time is not infinite; life is only finite.
Please do never waste my time, for I only have this one life.
The day are not all numbered, we have only just begun to love.
This love you people speak of…will it ever be enough?


I can repeat the mistakes and I can make a change,
But I chose to do neither; I must find my way,
To become a better human being.
I have never been like you with your liar’s true feelings.


In the pit of my stomach I know there is really nothing wrong,
But still I go on passionately apathetic to all the faults you own.
I am not saying I deserve this or regret hearing what you want;
I am simply stating that I hate you for leaving me all alone.


My water is so full of salt, drinking leaves me crazy.
This glass is no longer drinkable, for it tastes of forgotten ladies.
I am forever dying from your thirst,
Without the realization that love is my curse.


Forever searching inside illusions;
My ghostly hands look real to me.
I am lost in a place of complete confusion;
I am lost in your reality.
Negative is my positive;
I carry lightning with my thunder.
Behind sunglasses I hide behind eye-lids,
This cursed spell I am under.


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