i watch her from below.
every time she descends,
slides down the pole,
time slows
until it comes to a stop.

she moves her body gracefully,
head held high,
professionally,
she sways her hips
puckers her lips
as intoxicated exhilarated men
shower her with tips

but she glows,
vividly against neon lights,
like a firefly who cannot cry
so it burns bright
till the day it dies,
on the brink of death,
she shines like a
star on its final breath

i watch her from below
she says she’s used to it,
but i know
her better
than all the body glitter—

i watch her from below,
still i cannot say anything
for i am
nothing but a mere spectator
of her show.

Kawehi : Part Five


You’re taking me back, to back in the day.
I love this Garbage music; you can still create a smile upon my face.
Pour some misery down on me and I will find a way,
To be happy when I am sad and I will be happy when it rains.


I should be in the kitchen, but I cannot drag myself away.
I should be doing other things, but they are not a priority.
I should stop writing new parts, to my Kawehi poetry,
But you inspire me to do more; you breathe life into me.


I am an angel who will be destroyed and my world may disappear,
But I was happy at least once, because I was able to hear.
I have known of love and I have known of a love lost,
So I am still depressed;
But I could believe in a thing called love again,
If I could find my own Radiohead.


Is she pop? Is she rock?
I think she is whatever she wants to be at that time.
Am I really here, or am I gone?
For this must be what Heaven sounds like,
To this poet who cannot lie.


Left high and dry by love, but I will find my way home;
Love is where my heart belongs, so I must find my way.
Make the sadness sound beautiful; I have a place I can go,
To escape from the world and all it has to offer…
Lost love is such a price to pay.


She is the best that I have ever heard;
The image of love I see in her.
The wish I have is for my next woman to compare;
But I have my doubts that anyone ever could,
So I will remain unaware.
I do not know my next love, but I know I love Kawehi;
Music for my mind has been created in the 21st century.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

No one loves you.
No one loves you.
The voice reminds me
as the loneliness creeps back in.

No one loves you.
No one loves you.
The words slip off my tongue so easily,
and it feels so truthful to say.

NO ONE loves you.
NO ONE loves you!
It blows me away that this is where I am today,
but it's where I reside
and it's somehow comforting.

No one loves you.
No one loves you..
Days go by;
I am invisible.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Out of strength, out of time.