An illusion of perfect.


Have you ever met someone so **** cool,
That she makes you feel like such a tool?
You can aim for her heart,
But she is flying through stars
And she would never notice you.


Still you dream of what might have been,
If you learned to speak her language and knew what she means,
When she says she likes you.
You know she is nothing like you,
But hot ****! If I ain’t one mixed up dude.
She is a dudess, maybe the best you have ever met
And if she only took a chance on you,
Your love you would confess.


You know there is none better suited,
So when you see her you are all suited and booted,
Because this is pure bliss, love exists,
Inside a dream of her kiss.


But those words she never says,
Because there is no way she could ever be into someone so lame.
So you mosey on to the next love rendezvous.
You find a woman that you love
And she truly loves you too.
All the while the ******* discovers more.


Then late one night she comes a knocking on your door,
But there is no answer to a one time dancer,
Because your heart has passed those wishes to romance her
And no matter what she may say,
You ain’t no two-time chancer.
So she never gets to be with the one who would always have loved her.


Beauty comes and beauty goes;
I fall in love with the big-**** yo-yo’s,
Whose idea of love goes up and down,
Just like the bed springs that are broken now.


When love is good, up it will stay,
But when love is up to no good, I am left broken down
And my name remains the same…
Hers was never truly going to change.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Anita


She is keeping me up tonight.
She’s done this lots of times.
We tell each other we are friends.
We know each other lies.
We’re more than that,
I want her bad, but to be good to me.
I need her love, she could be enough;
Maybe she could make me happy.
I want to grow old with her,
But my existence has become a blur.
I knew her long ago, but I want her to feel like my first.
I want the fear, the excitement, the nervousness of a kiss.
I want to tell her how I feel,
But I don’t know if she is his.
Is she alone?  Does she want my love?
Does she know I need her touch?
I need to hold her in my arms,
For I am charmed by all her charms.


(C)2022 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A no answer machine


Our basic instincts are to find love and run through the woods.
From the tree’s we climb down to walk like a man;
No longer on all fours.
Now we do not need to give thanks, for the food we have;
We deserve to be full.
All beautiful art fades eventually,
As we all become too dull.


No more to say…
I let it all just slide away.
Nothing will be relevant on the final day.
Keeping up with the Joneses;
Mobile phones are diseases;
Conversation is dead;
Only speak if it pleases.


Couple’s councilor; I could not manage to go.
So come or go, or let me go, if you think that I would care.
Love is not amazing anymore,
I would say it is just so, so.
Why would I bother speaking to you, when you are no longer there?


Phone on silent;
She is a no answer machine.
No reply necessary;
The end of the dream.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Another One About Depression.


Put on your happy face,
They don’t want to see the real you.
Stop looking so depressed,
We’re tired of hearing that you’re so blue.


Get over it, stop being so sad!
Look at the loser in the mirror and force yourself to laugh.
Oh poor little me, they took my self-esteem;
Isn’t life a funny old thing?


Stop pitying yourself, we don’t want to hear it;
For it’s getting rather old now, change the subject.
God?  Why the **** did you make him such a loser?
He’s so ******* depressing, wallowing in his self-pity filled ego.


We don’t need to hear what he has to say;
We’ve heard it all before.
Tell him to just get over it!
And stop being such a bore.
So his girl was a *****,
But he’s not even with her anymore.
**** him!  He can sit there and cry all he wants;
What the **** is he always so sad for?


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Another time
(The death of love, not me.)


I hope you find your peace within;
I hope you find yourself a perfect being.
Because you gave me such a blissful life
And now I just want to sing to you down the mike.


I love your eyes and the fire inside,
I love your mouth and your words of desire.
I love you; yeah I love you.

I love your hands upon my skin,
I love your ears as you’re listening in.
I love you; yeah I love you.


I want you to be happy with someone;
I wasn’t meant to be your shining sun.
You lit up my smile and offered a lifelong love of fun,
But I wasn’t enough for you to be happy with someone.


I love your eyes and the fire inside,
I love your mouth and your words of desire.
I love you; yeah I love you.

I love your hands upon my skin,
I love your ears as you’re listening in.
I love you; yeah I love you.


So kiss me goodbye with no tears in your eyes.
I’ll see you again in the next life; go find your own paradise.
Because I love you,
Yeah I love you…I’ll be with you another time.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Anticipation


Lost without you, **** this love thing is hard.
I miss you, I need you; I want you to be here.
I’m so used to having you around to give a warm feeling to my heart.
Without you I am bored and lonely; why can’t you be near?


Every second you are gone feels like a lifetime today;
Every time I think of you I forget all other things.
You are always on my mind and I have so much I need to say.
When you return I will be so happy,
Because I will have what I have sought.


Still checking my phone for a text or a missed call.
The time ticks by so slowly; when will you arrive?
You have already told me your work schedule,
But I am impatient; I can’t wait to see you, my future bride.


We have the rest of our lives to feel this happiness,
But right now I am without you and patience is not a virtue I possess.
Soon you will be home, back in my arms at last;
So I am writing to you to tell you, you are my beautiful temptress.


Our love is continuous until the end of time;
It was written in the script that we should find one another.
I am under your spell, you are beauty personified;
Forever I wish to be your only lover.


And then suddenly, I hear you arrive;
You are back and we are together once more.
Oh joyous celebrations as you fill up my heart and my eyes.
I can see you, I can say I love you; I can feel your love…
You are the woman that I adore.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Antihero


An old stone built tower stands above all on the skyline;
The curves of its body twisting spiral’s in the air.
The moon shines around its peak, which reaches up so very high.
It is surrounded by a castle keep,
That is an image of a burnt out nightmare.


The castle walls are in pieces, like its people,
Cannon fodder their game.
The drawbridge has fallen, but the iron gate still remains.
The shadows in the night speak of a desire to be the enemy within.
The voices of the fallen spit out their final endless scream’s.


The sound of war is upon the castle door.
No more escape for its inhabitants,
Apart from those who are fleeing through the century old tunnel.
The secret passage to a way away from all the savage.
The army continues to do battle, at the top of ladders and ramparts.
All have been affected by this battle’s damage.


The sorcerer of this cursed land,
Stands in the furthest, most high room,
Shooting lightning at the wall tops as the chaos reigns below,
Where all is doom
And in a final decisive action,
The sorcerer reads from his ******* book;
The ground shakes, the fire falls and all enemy are shook
And thrown from their steeds in front of the castle gate.
In pieces they bleed and from the tops of the castle walls,
Those who are falling will never be saved.
They crash to the floor and become no more.
The sorcerer falls to his knees, exhausted of power,
But he has put an end to this midnight war.


No protection was given by the enemies armour.
Their swords and shields crashed loudly as they hit the ground.
The enemy is no longer the invading warrior;
They are all running in fear and their last sounds are all dying out.


As the sorcerer takes the final step down from his twisted tower,
He pushes open the thick oak wooden door.
As he walks out into the open air courtyard his face is a glower;
No living enemy can be seen, because the enemy are no more.


His men are all cheering and shouting his name,
But the sorcerer is not laughing with them, for he has a plan.
He tells them this morrow they will all fight again,
So they must all prepare to once more stand.


Some voices of discontent whisper within the ranks;
Some of them openly criticize his view.
As he creates a ball of flame that hovers above the palm of his hand,
They all realize he has been their antihero
And he could be their demise too…if he chooses to.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A part of the process.


As the cadence of my voice becomes a part of your tongue,
I communicate with you in silence using telepathic thoughts.
You are still growing and as of yet you are unborn,
But creation has begun
And there are many things you are learning
And so much more that you need to be taught.


Whisper to me and I will fulfill your needs;
A daily dose of unending love is what you give to me.
So happy inside your little bubble;
Will you grow up to become a lot of trouble?
Or will you bring us the contentment we have been searching for?
You are a moving hand found beneath the rubble and we are all yours.


A light in the dark, a glint in the eye;
A smile and a wink and it was bed time…
And so you were formed, so soon to be born;
Nobody fully prepares you for all of the love.


The fun you bring with you and the changes;
What are the chances of my mind changing?
They are not even remote; they are not a possibility.
We are creating a planet; you are my world and my everything.


And when you are with us, our cherub is helpless;
But we will help you with whatever you need
And do whatever it takes to make you happy.
I don’t mind changing a ***** or two…
It’s just a part of the process
And you are now a part of our family.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Apathetic to your positivity.


We keep on running, because we can’t stand still.
We keep on climbing, because we have got to get up the hill.
We keep on searching for a better thrill.
We are humans and we strive to advance, using all of our will.


Forward we march, dragging the weaker man with us.
Onward we go, for the good of our health.
Drop and give me twenty one-handed push-ups;
I am too lazy to evolve, so keep your thoughts to yourself.


You can advance the entire human race
And you have my full support.
As long as that doesn’t require anything from me.


I will not hinder your quest to find out more,
But I cannot bring myself to need anything but peace
And a place to be alone without your positivity.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Perfect Death


It’s a brave new world and there’s nothing left,
But heartbreak, soul and a perfect death.
There’s nothing left, but a perfect death,
A waste of breath or a taste of regret.


And all I have is a taste of fame;
A kind of pain that you can’t take away.
You can’t take away, you can’t take away,
You can’t take away the perfect day.


So thank you all from the bottom of my heart;
For this brand new start,
To this brand new world.
It’s another kind, in another time;
For another guy with a change of mind.


So what are we but dust in the wind?
Another false king, with a different beginning.
Jesus Christ or The Buddhist,
Had a perfect taste of heavenly bliss;
With the perfect death, with no regrets.
Let’s make this death the perfect end.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A place for poets.


We are flying through eternity.
Endlessly we stay beneath all those things,
They tell us we should have been.
Aimless we choke upon our own words.
Seeking guidance in an empty place; we have never been heard.


Our voices have never truly shouted out loud.
We are the poets in need, lost faces in the crowd.
A million strangers never meet to discuss,
What could be done to give a voice to us.


All travelling alone, along similar tracks.
We are united by words, but we never tell each other what we have.
With all the knowledge in our world of poetry,
We are all left confused by the possibilities.


No map to view; no set in stone.
No directions to a place we can communicate;
A poet’s home,
Is a place we need,
To speak at ease…
A place we can all feel safe.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Apocalyptic Death Music


Apocalyptic Death Music
Descending into madness


Running towards death
Begging for answers


**** us all in a flame of death!
But let us all have a little dance first


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A poem about football.


Poetry about football *****.
Poetry about love doesn’t.
Poetry about the things you read about in books,
Shows people what you have learned, like
‘The Boring Book of Boredom’.


A dozen couldn’t appease the woman,
Who wouldn’t listen to your wooden words without wisdom.
You King without a kingdom, you really shouldn’t be so stubborn,
But for true love we fall, all of a sudden.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A poet’s heart.


A poet’s heart is unlike any other.
It is bigger, it is more;
It is waiting for you, to discover.
It is free to speak without disorder;
Because a poet’s heart is so clear
And we are simply the interpreter.


A poet’s heart is unique to the poet;
All who have a heart, would say the same,
But a poet’s heart is uniquely more used,
Than to simply push blood around the veins.


A poet’s heart must be huge for love to fill it;
It gives out what it takes in and is essential to the poet.
Their heart is their charm and their words their way of showing.
A poet’s heart is the creator of the poet
And our souls are forever aching.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Apparently


Apparently, I’m a woman’s man.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was her man.  Apparently…
Apparently, she gave a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was her only man.  Apparently…


Apparently, we were in love.  Apparently…
Apparently, she didn’t touch other drugs.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was meant to be for real.  Apparently…
Apparently, I was good enough.  Apparently…


Apparently, she wasn’t a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was good enough.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was beautiful.  Apparently…
Apparently, she was my girl.  Apparently…


Apparently, she wept real tears.  Apparently…
Apparently, we were going to be together for years.  Apparently…
Apparently, I should still give a ****.  Apparently…
Apparently, I never did.  Apparently…


Apparently, is just for me.  Apparently…
Apparently, is there for everyone to see.  Apparently…
Apparently, I loved you.  Apparently…
Apparently, you loved me too.  Apparently…

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A psychic connection


I have planted a seed inside your mind,
So read my thoughts from time to time.
Let me become a part of your conscience;
If we move as one through this world,
We can offer each other guidance.


We share an understanding and a way of thinking.
A poet explaining and a song writer singing.
The very best of the best;
The best we have to give.
Life is a constant test
And we must learn how to live.


Forever we are changing, evolving day to day.
In a future version of ourselves, we will know what to say.
From the babies we were, we have grown to become strong of thought.
We have passion and clarification;
We now know all that which we have been taught and so much more.


From school until now, we are constantly learning;
From baby to adult, we are advancing.
A hope is all they had, the Mom and the Dad;
Now I am simply here to give thanks.


The more we grow, the more we know.
After a time of being just a person that follows,
We are now strong enough to walk alone…
We are no longer a clone.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Publisher and A Writer walk into a bar…
They both say “Ouch!”


Please My Omnipotent Publisher;
Please give me a break.
Give my poetry a chance to show,
I'm not second rate.
This book will sell and my words will be heard
And your company and I, will reap the rewards.


Let us start a new duo,
More famous / infamous than Bonnie and Clyde.
I must be published, before I die.


My legacy must be left, so my memory lives on.
I'm sure there are people out there,
Who will like my Poetry in E-Motion.


Please arrange a meeting, so I can discuss with you my work.
Please read my poems and songs, to see if I deserve,
You standing beside me,
When ‘Poetry in E-motion’ begins to sell
And standing in front of me with lawyers,
When they say go to Hell!


This poem is the warm up band, for releasing my novel.
I guarantee the sales of ‘Poetry In E-Motion’,
Will be more than trebled;
By
‘The Life and Times of Stumper Chubble’
And by my following novels,
Poetry, songs and My Own Bible.


So far I've written 600 poems / songs.
All I'm asking you for is to listen to one of them.
If you read another of my poems
And don’t think they are good enough…
Read just one more…
And it could change your world.


If you like one poem, you might like the rest;
Then maybe I can sign a contract with you; if you wish?

And if you like them all…

Well, then I'll write you a thousand more.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Are you a believer?


A game of chance.
You can ask,
But you cannot expect,
The truth.


In exchange for my answer of love,
You must tell me something of your heart.
A single thing you have never done;
The price of my truth is a piece of your inner-art.


Ask me honestly and I may not lie.
I promise to reveal the sky,
If only you are willing to see.
Are you a believer?  Do you believe in me?


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A right to life.


I have the right to write.
I may not be right in what I write,
But I still have the right to write.


Freedom of speech is poetry.  Do you see?
Because what they teach is, learn to read to feel free.
They plant the seed of doubt in you and me
And I just say what I see.


My thoughts are right to me and wrong to you;
I write what I feel and I’ll probably be sued.
This feud must end; my words are only words.
I only speak what I’ve already heard.


Mixed up I am, but my poetry is real,
This is how I really feel.
So how do you feel about what I write?
Is this writer right?


I’ve nothing to say, but lots I must write,
For I fear I could die without affecting your life.
I fear I could meet you in the afterlife
And have nothing to say, except did you enjoy the ride?


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Armadillo


Love is a true story.
Love takes time.
True love means being faithful,
And truly loving only one woman for the rest of my life.
At this moment she is only on my mind;
I hope one day to find her hand in mine.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Rolling Stone


A rolling stone gathers no moss;
For it forever travels on, even though it has no legs.
It simply rolls on, through the poorest little village;
Its destination unknown, its path filled with the dead.


This rock is enormous.  Your garden has turned to dust;
Your plants are now flat and the grass has been soiled
And marked by this rock.  It left a lasting impression.
You'll remember the rolling stone, but by now it's moved on.


The rolling stone is still rolling, it has rolled all it's life;
Its job is to roll and it's done that just right.
Destroying all things, that get in its way;
It knows its future, it's always the same.


To roll is to live, for this rolling rock;
It only quest in life, is to keep rolling on.
Leaving a path of destruction, for nothing can stop its wrath;
It's dizzy from the rolling; its life seems quite a laugh.


People flee when they see it coming
And it's now grown to be huge.
Look out!  Here comes the rolling stone;
It’s coming directly for you.


**** Jagger saw the rock, as it rolled down the hill;
But he thought it was an illusion, he saw because of the pills.
Now he's old he's not so convinced, that the rock wasn't real
And maybe now at last, he can start to really believe.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A scarlet beast.


A scarlet beast is hunting me, as I run through the shadows.
It will not cease its pursuit of me;
I wish for peace in dandelion meadows,
But night has fallen, the beast is unleashed!
The panic awoken; the light I seek.


In rain-dropped puddles, I plant my feet;
In rain-dropped puddles, I hear the beast.
Still I run and still the beast runs;
I only see darkness, when I am crying out for a sun!


Like the barrel of a gun, I am trapped in this tunnel;
At the end is my death, the bullet brings my funeral.
Above and beyond!  I am shot through the clouds;
I fall and I land safe in angel arms, peace has taken over me now.


Safe in this haven, secure this place is the cure;
For my fear evaporates into a memory.
I was ripped apart and torn from the world;
My body may be in ruins, but my soul is concrete.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Ash


Existence has turned into ash.

The day has become night;
There are no stars in the sky
And the chapel rings no sound at all.
Everything is sad in my world.


The haunting voice of the man with the scythe;
There is no light in these darkest of times.
No butterflies; only flies.
The train slowly rolls along the lines.


No people to be seen;
Is this all a bad dream?
Or a place where I have nowhere else to go?
I am left hopeless without my hope.


There is smoke in the air;
The smell sinks into my lungs.
No radio message; no song to be sung.
Just a requiem written on a wall;
Graffiti art spells out ‘A lifetime is so short.’


When I think of my time, just a second in creation;
Another second of life, a final second and then an ocean,
Where all is sinking away.
Everything is lost to never be seen again.


At the bottom of this ocean there are only bones,
Of those who sailed; they never made it home.
Princes and pirates;
Novices and navigators.
None know the answers;
Nobody to say see you later.

In the end all things they must go…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

As he walks on by, leaving you to wonder.


Walking home on a Saturday night, I saw a spaceship flying so high.
I tipped my hat and turned my back and I continued to walk on by.
You see I have already seen this, inside a memory inside my mind.
I have had this thought a million times, so I just let it pass on by.


A light burns in the distance,
As a comet flies through the Heaven’s above!
I cast a glance, a peek perhaps; nothing more than a quick look.
You see I have seen it all before, a thousand times or more
And all the wonder has disappeared, along with all the fun.


Other people do not believe in me;
They say I just tell fantastic stories that I create.
They tell me that I should just write a book of fantasy,
But I have never created a page,
That could ever shine as bright,
As the idea’s that you will find along the way.


Another morning after;
I awake with another story to tell.
They tell me that they are tired of the tales that I weave
And that they are no longer under my spell.
But that has never been my objective;
I never tried to change the way that you see.
A thousand non-believers have nothing to give,
To a wondering mind that has already been.


I want to believe in my own ideals
And follow a thought until the end.
They can disbelieve and question my words,
But they can never stop me from attempting to make new friends.


Maybe I can also speak the truth too;
Maybe not all I say is a lie.
Maybe one day you will see me disappear inside a cloud,
After a thunderous flash of light.


I have travelled over the oceans and I have walked under a moon.
I never thought to take you with me,
Because I thought that you already knew,
That I am just a traveller
And I am passing through your time.
Maybe next time I am passing through here,
I will try to drop you a line.


I would have liked to have taken you with me,
But it would have taken all of your hope.
If you believe enough in me, who knows?  We will see;
Maybe I could find a way to offer you a saving rope.
A way for me to lift your heart, when you are falling down.
I want to raise all of your spirits
And show you the universe, before I leave this town.


Some people say I never existed;
Some say I must have been a ghost.
The only man I truly knew, is unknown to you,
But he is the one I admire the most.
Some people tell my story, without ever knowing of his;
But I could never write an autobiography,
Without an acknowledgement of his tragedy.
I am living in his shadow, I have his memories inside.
I see an image of the man that I could have been,
But I must leave his body now and return to my life.


I’m heading off into the blue now;
I’m leaving you all behind.
I have left you with a memory…
As I leave you all to be mankind.
I’m leaving you all to wonder,
Who was the man that was talking that night?
And as I turn the corner,
I climb into my flying saucer
And I fly up into the sky.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A sleeping dragon


Beneath the ground there lives a beast.
For aeon’s it has lain asleep,
Upon the bones of those it defeats.
The hopeless slain in graves so deep beneath.


The firelight in only darkness.
The ghost of old, it’s only witness.
A beast so foul, so pitiless,
Has killed a thousand men in a thousand feet deep pit.


It waits in slumber, further under,
The kingdom beneath which it constantly plunders.
A fire in the sky at midnight,
Alerts the keepers of the last kings keep.
The beast has been awoken after a hundred years’ sleep
And although it cannot be seen, it screams through the air,
Breathing fear, which destroys the hope of every man,
Who still has a care.


Now none will fight or lend a hand
And all but one are stood in silence.
The king listens to the chosen, his guards his only violence,
Against a demon which strikes such fear;
It has done so for many years.


But now at last there stands the hero.
Never more will he hold a purse of zero,
For riches have been promised by the King,
To any man who may slay the thing which sleeps beneath.


The curse upon the peaceful land,
For many a moon, but now this man,
Shall lead his band of many men to slay the beast,
Or until they are deceased.
So until the beasts’ heart beats no more,
The day has come…
To victory!
Or…


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Assassin


A hooded figure watches over the sleeping.
Peacefully, suddenly colder, soon to be weeping;
A body of a thousand slumbers.
Tonight will be its final number,
For without sound or any sign of remorse,
Death has come, and in due course,
The time will come when the sleeper breathes no more.
The clock has not yet struck midnight.
Witches are waking their feral beasts and al-
So, their frogs are leaping,
And all the while he lays there sleeping.


His silk pajamas and knitted blankets.
The bottle he was given, he slowly drank it,
And now through snores, he hears no more,
The open door downstairs where footsteps call.
If only he could hear them passing,
Maybe he could somehow foresee the morning happenings,
But this is not a happy ending tale.
This is a time for woe; a rose upon a grail.
A dearly departed letter of discontent.
A scarlet rose has been placed upon his deathbed.


As the clock strikes, a metaphorical piercing knife.
The depths to which some men will delve,
And all in aid of a silent war.
A change in fortune for another who did not fall.
For this assassin was bought and he sold,
His service to another victim old.
For as he stood above his prey,
A bag of monies did come his way,
And with no word, a swift hand grabbed,
The jewels inside the felt covered bag.
All that needed to be said:
“It is not yet my time; send your services back instead.”


Now riches bulged from spoils of war.
The hooded figure waited until he could wait no more,
And on the chime of the seventh call,
The end appeared, a discovery made, the snorer was no more.
Only silence, through such violence.
The hooded figure was never seen again,
But the world had swiftly and suddenly changed.
His services would surely once again be called upon,
Lest his deeds become ineffectual and his tale too soon forgotten.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A storm is coming.


Darkness has descended in the middle of the day;
The sunshine is no more, now the sky is becoming grey.
In fear I hide beneath the shelter, trying to be safe.
Inside I hide, beneath the rain.  


Thunder above booms out as a warning;
Be prepared to be scared, for the lightning is coming.
Dogs howl under a flash of light, on a very dark day;
Where is the light that I woke up to this morning?  


Water pours down from the clouds up above;
Where is the sunlight that brings us warmth?  
Where are all those promised, better days?
Why are we so fearful of a little bit of rain and so in love with the sun?


People run inside, trying not to get their hair and clothes wet;
The man in shorts is now having regrets.
The cold hits the air like the touch of death;
Thunder and lightning are no friends of ours...
So bring your brolly with you, or stay indoors
And hide away with your pets.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A Strange Man from a Far Distant Star.


A strange man from a far distant star;
Comes to teach us, to show us the future.
To show us a new direction, a new path to follow;
To stop us becoming, our own killer.


The future is orange, in this ungodly land;
The fire burns brightly, for this galactic traveller.
We must all learn, how to understand;
The message he left, which could change our future.
We must help him return, to the planet he left;
To let him show us the things, that are buried in our heads.


This psychedelic spaceman, with his orange platform boots;
Travelled to the moon and beyond, fighting aliens and fixing robots.
His special silver suit and his shades made him cool;
He's got some moon dust for his baby
And a piece of rock from Mars for her school.


Untouched land, heading back to his land.
From a forgotten traveler; from a psychedelic spaceman.
From the strangest of strangers, here comes the man from Obsidium,
With his tin *** space rocket, which runs on petroleum.


The spaceman's here, to show us the way;
To travel the stars, using his galactic space map.
One step for mankind, that was taken by a monkey;
Has let him take us to the stars, but he's never coming back.


This journey is one way, the destination is Obsidium;
He will bring us into contact with his peers and all sorts of aliens.
We can bounce on the moon, with a lack of gravity;
Finding new alien species, on the volcanoes of Mars.
This adventure will be joyous, with occasional tragedy;
But our mission will lead us, to travel to new stars.


The first question he asked was who will win the Human race?
And do you think Linford Christie, would win Britain first place?
Or would a pioneer win it, so they could claim it?
Like they claimed the native America; I guess they'd just steal it.


Then he said "Come with me and I'll open your minds;
Show you Jupiter, Venus and Pluto’s endless mines.
We can leave this place called Earth and explore a new galaxy;
We can race a shooting star, we can do anything.
But you must give up this life that you take for granted
And beam up with me, into my funky spaceship.”


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Astro-Nought


I never said I was dead.
I never claimed I was real.
I never saw you as a great.
I only tried to feel.


I couldn’t help you in space.
I’m way too far away from love.
I remember your tear-stained face.
I am giving up.


I never believed down there.
I never believed up here.
I never seemed to care.
I only saw what was never near.


I lived in my dreams.
I hid away from the world,
By floating off into a place of make believe.
Fantasy kept me alive when I wanted to be still.
Here, take my grief.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A tear for your love


Love will end, as it begins.
If the passion of arguing is what originally drew you in,
Then so it will be, as love explodes…in the end.
You will lose your will, to keep on trying…to pretend.


If the lure of adultery,
Was your first thought, so wrong for me,
Then an affair is how your love will end;
All that which could have been, never to be again.


If you were friends at first and eventually love bloomed,
Then you will part with such sweet sorrow;
You will not be consumed,
With jealousy, or hateful words.
You will each realise you have reached the stop sign
And you will each go your own way with true feelings heard.


What will be, will be and what feels wrong will go wrong.
Have you never listened to the billions of love songs?
We are all beginners, until we become winners
And when you see the checkered shirt flag waving,
You will either have found your way,
Or you will be left lost for words,
As you each sit in silence, eating your dinner.


We all ask for direction in our search for love,
But nobody can tell you, which love will guarantee you feel good.
Only you can decide which love feels right…
I will still believe in true love,
No matter how many times,
Love leaves me to cry.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A throwaway poem


This is just a throw away poem;
Take it in or leave it to be.
I know exactly where this poem is going;
Some poems are just thrown away.
Thrown away, to you, from me.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Atlantis rises


Under the water a city floats.
Invisible walls protect the people from the ocean.
Above the waves, nobody knows of the city below.
The worshipers lay flowers before their Gods to show their devotion.


For centuries this city has stood against the wave of incoming tides.
For generations its people have tried,
To find a way to live above and not just accept being uprooted;
But there are those would claim to rule,
So Atlantis must remain secluded.
The Atlantian’s feel trapped inside their sphere.
They want to find land; they want a new home and a new frontier,
But this city is the hand they have been dealt.
Even in this united community, there are those who cannot be helped.


They plot and scheme and think of change,
But they cannot wait to see that day;
For they are impatient,
So they act on instinct.
Not willing to discuss, they move with mistrust
And without a sound, they blink…
They disappear and gather in secret to speak.
Security seek them, but the protectors are weak.


The time has come to leave this place!
At night they leap into action, a war on the base.
Guns are waved, orders are shouted;
Shock and awe are a necessity, as to not be doubted.
Stolen ships of exploration;
Part of the human spirit has been taken.


But the community comes together to unite around those who remain.
They still think about those who decided to leave,
But the minutes soon turn into days.
Soon those who left are all but forgotten;
Life moves on without a mention of them.


All that which they stole has been replaced.
Years later a city rises from beneath the waves,
To appear before the world; a mystery unravels.
The people who never existed have found a way to travel.
How did they survive beneath the sea all these days?
With magic and machinery, they found a way.


A future voice; an alien being.
Time travel; all knowledge available to be seen.
As the city grows to reach the land,
The ocean is its arm; the city is its hands
And as the hand rises, the people multiply.
The city continues to grow until it reaches the sky.
Now the ocean is unseen, the land is no longer green.
Everywhere the people look, they only see concrete.


The view disappears;
Sky scraper towers.
Humans have advanced through the years,
But gone are all the flowers…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Attention seeker


You gotta call me nothing, ‘cause you got nothing to say.
You gotta keep on speaking, ‘case they all just look away.
You need the attention; you are welcome to all of mine.
I don’t need their eyes a-watching me.
I just want to be left alone to write my lines.
Universally.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Attraction


I wrote you this poem, to share with you my feelings;
To tell you how I feel, to say what I've been thinking.
To open my heart, without fear of rejection;
With a hope in my soul, that you were truly listening.


Since the first time I saw you, at that house in that skirt;
I wished I could give you, what I felt you deserve.
But those things I can't afford, your wounds I cannot heal;
I can only share with you, the way that I feel.


Your smile shows your beauty, like a bright neon light;
Your radiance illuminates, even the darkest of nights.
You laugh at simple things, to simply show me your smile;
You make me believe, all the pain is worthwhile.
It teaches us to become, greater than we once were;
To go back and change our mistakes, it teaches us to learn.


I don't know you, yet I like you and I hope you like me.
I believe I could get from you, all that I need.
Compassion and love and a little understanding;
To repair this broken heart, to start again and to begin.
A new chapter in this book, we call love, life and death;
You make my heart skip a beat, as you take away my breath.


But with love, lust and attraction,
Comes a world of confusion.
Are these mixed signals that I'm seeing?
Could you help me to tune in?
To the way that you feel about me,
Without hurting my soul?
If you don't feel the same;
Then I'll leave you alone.


But I can't live another day,
Without showing you how I feel.
I must know what the future holds,
If it would help then I would kneel
And pray to a God, I believe does not exist.
Ask for some sort of sign and maybe a little kiss.
From this woman stood before me,
With all manner of paths to follow;
To show me where to go and what will happen tomorrow.


Will I awake, to another missed opportunity?
Or will she call me at home, just to say hello to me?
The future is uncertain, but my feelings for her are real;
She could be the one I've waited for, for twenty five years.


I have already thought, of fifty reasons why it cannot happen;
But the reply to each reason is to just keep on dreaming.
Maybe this dream will come true and she will feel the same way;
She will want to give it a try.  She'll go out with me today.


One boy meets one girl and they make a connection;
They both feel the same way, so go out for a drink.
One day to show my good points and not scare her with the bad;
One chance to impress her, I must play my best hand.
They smile all night long and laugh through the awkward silences;
They finish the night, with the tenderest of kisses.


I'll call you tomorrow; we should do this again.
I've had a great night tonight, so I'll pick you up at seven.
We'll go to that restaurant and eat the finest cuisine;
Is this foolishness that I speak, or is it a dream?
We could go see a movie first and later drink at the pub;
Then who knows what could happen,
Maybe one day, we could fall in love.


But don't get ahead of yourself, take things one step at a time;
Get to know each other first, with a bottle of wine.
Then fall asleep on the sofa, laying in each others arms;
Then wake up to the alarm and watch the new days rising sun.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A unique kind of love


My love for you is unique to me;
Nobody else could love you the way I do.
I love you more than any other man could,
But your only reply is “Who are you?”


And not in a good way, like “Hello! Who are You!?”
But “Hell no.  Get away.  Who the Hell are you?”


My love is an obsession and needs a woman to fill the void,
Because without love I am nothing but a lost little boy.
My love is all encompassing; it blinds me from life,
Because life is pointless without love so I want to die.


Depression sets in for another long night;
Another night alone, another love is not in sight.
Dreaming of love once more, my heart beats slowly.
It used to beat fast when I would meet a beautiful woman,
But I guess by now, you know the rest of the story…


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Autopilot


Life is a mystery; why so much misery?
No way to be happy without somebody next to me.
No holding on, just letting go;
Fingers seem so far away.
Going through the emotions;
Losing the image of her beautiful face…
Forgetting all that which I have known;
It is so sad to be reminded that she has really gone.


Trying to recall, but losing it all.
Memories only fade.
Closing doors; surrounded by walls.
No way to go back and so I look to the future;
There is nothing to see without her.


It’s a beautiful world, I can go anywhere,
But I can never return to the only place I want to be.
Wasting time; breathing air.


Give up, on looking up;
All I remember is her waving goodbye.
No hope left to raise my eyes…
No interest in raising my head.
Staring deeply into the concrete;
Wishing to forget.


My eyes are closed, my mouth is silent;
My body moves on autopilot.
I am a zombie, heading nowhere.
I am a ghost who can never again be there.
I am not remembered for being alive;
I am a broken egg shell, with nothing left inside.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

A weep of fate


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.