The blind man may not be able to distinguish day from night,
But, he can distinguish wrong from right!
The kind man may not be able to distinguish wrong from right,
But, he can distinguish day from night!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope bares!
Penelope bears child,
Penelope cares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope fares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope stares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope glares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope scares!
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
Baa, Baa, Blackbird,
Have you any wool?
No sir, no sir,
No bags full.
Baa, Baa, Black Bear,
Have you any wool?
Yes Sir!, Yes Sir!,
Three Bags FULL!!!
to tender the vines
they weep merlot tears
so merlot to hold
they ferment our years
to tender the cask
they reap merlot tears
to bottle and hold
they ferment for years
too tender the cask
they reap merlot fears
no merlot to hold
they ferment our tears
Why can't I ever find happiness
Is that too much for me to ask
Happiness seems to elude me
It's in depression where I bask
I believe my emotions all left
There is nothing that I can feel
I'm stuck with this numbness
With it I'm trying to learn to deal
Why am I forced to live this way
With a life that's well below par
With each day that passes me by
My heart gains another scar
Why is it for me any happiness
It's always just out of my reach
Depression built a wall around me
That happiness is unable to breach
Someone tell me what I'm to do
With this waste of a life that I live
I've tried everything known to man
I have nothing else im able to give
I'm so tired of searching for answers
There's none available that I see
I truly believe I'd be more well to do
If I were to end it and no longer be
I'm too tired to keep on fighting
The same drawn out fight
With my life is finally over
It will be my life's only Delight
The pendulum springs, the head is cluttered
The pendulum sings, the head is fluttered
The pendulum swings, the head is levered
The pendulum stings, the head is severed
I have found that person, gentle and true,
A soul that feels like a dream come through.
In their silence, I hear a song,
In their presence, the world feels strong.
For the very first time, my prayers I hAve spoken,
To God for someone, with words unbroken.
Not for riches, not for fame,
But for this heart that calls their name.
Every glance feels warm, divine,
Like stars decided with me to shine.
Every touch is soft, a guiding flame,
Love that cherishes everything...
I have found that person, now I see,
The missing half that was meant for me.
Not by chance, not by design,
But by God’s blessing, forever mine
White Heat...White Hot
Night Heat...Night Light
Nice Seat!...Red Hot!
Red Heat!...Fight Night!
Most bypass the shadow throat,
That world of swallowed measures,
Illusion of a distance —
The ceiling just as close as heaven.
Cogito ergo sum —
All else does cease to be,
My breath the last life whisper,
My memories the library.
In bowels of night’s leviathan,
The sun forgets she ever was,
Disciples sleep to spurn the moon,
Ruling by Medieval laws.
Discerning shadows lost —
Of space and logic gone —
Until returns the bursting dawn,
And christens hay fields, harvest gold.
Hear the true story of my great-great-great Grandpa,
the forgettingest man I ever saw.
When he tried to pass first grade again
he forgot to bring to school his brain.
When it was time to race in the big track meet,
wouldn't you know it - he forgot his feet.
When he married Mary, his sugar tart,
believe it or not, he forgot his heart.
So, she smacked him with a frying pan,
and down the road he ran.
You'd think he might die with a lump on his head,
but in a fortnight, it was Mary who was dead.
He forgot to bring his alibi,
so, they strung him up so high,
and he forgot to die.
"With you is the sorce of life"
The sky, the land, the sea
The wind, the rain, the sun
The very breath in me.
I once asked the question,
Why you yourself did not descend...
If you were to die
The universe would end!
Once you raised your Son from death
You gave him immortality.
You planned to grant him kingship
For all eternity.
Although his rulership began
In the year 1914,
The physical evidence of his reign
Is still in future to be seen.
Like you, this kind and caring king
Rules from the realms above.
In harmony with your will
He governs your earth with love.
His heart will glow, his eyes will shine
As he reverses the effects of sin,
While he brings to full fruition
The vision you saw to begin.
This mighty king Christ Jesus
Will soon bring wars to an end.
He won't be a distant entity
But forever our close friend.
(Psalm 36:9, Romans 6:9, Psalm 46:9)
I No longer look for any contact
Your memory is fading like the past
Dreams we shared once alive
Dreams now give possibilities
Values shape our soul endlessly
Honor yourself and your family and open totally
Dancing with myself is like singing in the rain
Future I welcome with excitement
Fear is exempt
Letting go has saved me
Dreams are my right you see
At a supermarket in Pa.
I couldn’t quite avoid
A MAGA-hatted tattooed guy
Whose shirt got me annoyed.
Beneath a giant cross, it said,
“REPENT!” (Can you relate?)
And after that, what followed was,
“Before it is too late.”
I think religion ought to be
A personal embrace,
Without the need to shove it,
Uninvited, in my face.
And though some freedoms, such as speech,
Have not yet gone away,
An order to REPENT! is one
I never will obey.
The Existence Plan.
The moon and sun are eternal lovers who never get to meet.
Once a century the stars align and he and she can be.
Once an eclipse eclipses the world and all the world turns dark,
The light remains with arms around the darkness,
Faithfully she sends her sparks,
Which become fires that light up the faces,
In endless places, she sends her graces,
That bring the warmth of an eternal sunshine.
The cold moonlight engulfs to shower the earth with why’s?
But even the moon cannot claim sadness.
He’s far too happy to see his Goddess,
And even if it is just for one day,
The memory will never fade.
He will forever see her face is the way to truly love,
So he tells the planet, worship her, for good,
Is all that comes from her very being.
Become all seeing and see what he see’s,
For in her he see’s a reason to be.
The Good, The Bad, The Future, The Past.
A Theory of Everything, The Existence Plan,
To meet again in a thousand years.
For love is eternal.
It is foretold.
The Moon and Sun are destined to be.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Morning Beautiful
Morning beautiful.
What did you say?
I was unable to hear,
As I was lost in your spheres,
Like I have been for a thousand years.
And if you ever need me near,
I’ll be right here with open ears.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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