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Hasta La Poetry

Hello There

Hello there

Do you care

How others fare

If so, you’re rare

People often glare

If you have a dramatic flare

They growl like a bear

In a group or in a pair

And they catch you in a snare

Where you can’t get enough air

 So you sit in a chair

Hiding for e’er

Pulling out your hair

Thinking how it’s human to err

Telling people to beware

But “I don’t care” they declare

The go elsewhere

So you’re left in this nightmare

In the middle of somewhere

(It’s just left of nowhere)

Wishing your life could be repaired

So you aren’t the round peg when the hole’s square

And people would care for your welfare

But you’re alone, solitaire,

In a game of warfare

Where everything’s unfair

Because you’re abnormal; rare.

Like

Like waves on a shore

Rushing near then far

Like sun on the pavement

Heat rising around cars

Like a cozy blanket

To curl up and read

Like excited puppies

With their simple needs

Like an organised room

Everything in its spot

Like a colourful nightstand

With books atop

Like piano music

Lifting my spirit

Like beautiful stories

Where everything fits

Like this world

Our gorgeous home

Like these people

Wherever they roam

Necessities

There are few things

In life

That are great

Few things

Which I can’t live without

But there are a few

And not none

Like this and that

Life requirements

Daily assistance

To help me exist

There are few things

But there are enough

Things I need

Not just want

Necessities

Of life

A Key and a Bell

There’s a key and a bell

Leading me down to hell

Filling me full of lies

So I’m meant for the flies

 

There’s a bell and a key

Saying “come here to me”

With whispers of sweet sin

And a heart made of tin

 

There’s a key and bell here

Erasing all my fear

Luring me with sweet lies

Breaking me with goodbyes

 

There’s a bell and a key

Saying who I will be

Deciding my whole life

So that pain will be rife

 

There’s a key and a bell

Throwing me down a well

And leaving me alone

Though I once could have flown

Welcome to the World

There’s a world

Lives and places and ideas

People who matter to themselves

To others

Places where life glows

Where a dream is a reality

Ideas of beauty and peace

Delved into and extended

Fluid and mouldable

Ideas that are ignored elsewhere

Ideas that are “unrealistic”

Ideas for places

For people

For peace

 And happiness

Ideas that life can be better

Ideas that people can be better

Ideas that happiness can be reached

That we have to work for this

Ideas that are “unreachable”

Because people don’t want to bother

Because the people in this world are like other people

They’re beautiful

And they’re terrible

They are angels

And they are demons

Because life makes them so

Because other people make them so

Because they don’t have happiness

Or a hope for happiness

They just have ideas

Ideas that they are told to let go of

Because they’re “unrealistic”

Because they’re “unreachable”

Because nobody wants the trouble

And the pain

That comes from trying

And risking everything

Risking failing

Risking succeeding

And having to re-learn life

Having to move forward

Into the unknown

Into a new world

Breathing Space

Sometimes

Things are too squished

There’s not enough breathing space

Not enough freedom

Not enough time

Sometimes

I just need a break

Time away

From everything

From everyone

Just to breathe

And to think

Without all that crowding

Without all that noise

Without all those deadlines

All those restrictions

Squishing me

Making me claustrophobic

In my whole life

In what I can’t escape from

Just give me a second

I need to stretch my legs a bit

I’ll go back to by claustrophobic life

But I just need a breather first

A pause button on life

So I can think

And remember myself

Who I am

Who I wish I were

Without all those restrictions

Without people and places and things

Just everywhere around me

Instead of suffocating

I just need a little break

A little breathing space

Control

I love being in control

Being able to reveal only what I choose

Being able to hide the ugly bits of my personality

I love being able to spin stories

And tell them in such a way

A way to make people laugh

Or a way to make them happy

A way to show only the pleasant parts of my life

And my mind

I love making jokes of everything

Even the darkest bits of me

Even the parts that are angry or bitter or sad

I love being able to be happy

Even if it’s only a lie

An act put on so others don’t see the dark

Even if it requires so much energy

All I want is a nap

But instead I keep laughing

Smiling

Having the time of my life

Everything is fantastic

Even though it isn’t

I love being who I want to be

When it isn’t who I really am

Controlling concepts of me

Only revealing what I choose

And hiding the bad parts

Controlling who I am

Even just in people’s minds

Even if it’s not actually me

Not real

Just a perception

But I can control it

And make it whatever I want

And I love that

I love being in control

HERE WE GO

HERE WE GO

HERE WE GO

HERE WE GO

Time to start the show

Speed up life ‘cause it’s too slow

We’re all swimming against the flow

And we all pretend that we don’t know

That people come and people go

With highest highs and lowest lows

We choose the prettiest seeds to sow

We wait and see what will grow

While the sun shines and wind blows

But it takes too long and goes too slow

So we change our minds, and hearts also

And poke the line with a toe

While life floats around and glows

And people line up in a row

All orderly above and below

So that they can pretend not to know

That everything goes against the flow

Imperfections

I like imperfections

In people

And in animals

And in places

But not in me

And not in life

I like difficulties

For myself

But not for others

Not for my family

Nor my friends

I like challenges

But they frustrate me

And others

Too difficult

And too hopeless

I like beauty

In people

And in animals

And in places

But it annoys me

Because it’s only beauty

Nothing more

So it doesn’t really matter

Because it’s imperfect

But that’s okay

I like imperfections

Life Exists, Right?

How does life exist

If everything is atoms

Molecules?

Is this chair really solid?

People are built like machines

Run with oil and pumps

All made of tiny pieces of matter

But then who are people?

If people are made of molecules

And tiny matter

And explained away

What about their consciousness?

What about feelings

Thoughts

Memories?

How are we individuals?

Differences don’t exist

Because we are all only atoms

Molecules

Not really separate

All just balls of energy

Light rays

In a world also made of atoms

Also made of molecules

Where everything is real

And nothing is real

And everything is connected

Life exists

Right?

Moods

A sudden storm on a fine day

A burst of sunshine through clouds

Thunder but no lightning or rain

Snow without a cloud to see

 

An unreasonable world

An unreasonable girl

 

Monster shadows with no source

Sudden bright spots, like fireflies

Random warmth for no reason

A sudden blizzard in April

 

An unreasonable girl

An unreasonable world

 

Twilight in the afternoon

Sun in the middle of the night

Bright days, grey days, confused days

Random and nonsensical

 

An unreasonable world

An unreasonable girl

Headphones

My thoughts are a tangle

Like a headphone cord

Like a length of rope

Like a jungle

 

My heart is a secret

Whispering at night

Hidden in the dark

Exploding lives

 

My soul is a story

Changing and moving

Twisting and turning

In its own world

Of all the People

Of all the people

Who would have thought

My father was right

 

“That’s just Harley

Being Harley”

 

Of all the people

Who am I like?

Mother’s or father’s?

 

(That’s just Harley

Being Harley)

 

Of all the people

Who would I ask?

Just me, like always

 

That’s just Harley

Being Harley.

 

Of all the people

Who would have thought

That I would be wrong?

 

That’s just Harley

Being Harley…

Talking Trees

The trees, they talk

Amongst themselves,

And shelter many

Little elves.

 

They sing a song

That we don’t know

And have many bright

Colours to show.

 

In winter time,

Some trees may rest.

They lose their leaves;

Become undressed.

 

But other trees

Stay wide awake

And don’t leave leaves

For us to rake.

 

In summer,

They stretch tall and wide,

And offer many

Places to hide.

 

And still, all year,

These trees still talk

To deer and fish,

Dogs and hawks.

Through a Child's Eyes

The night is still

The world asleep

A partial moon

Caressed by clouds

 

A moth’s wings flutter

Near firelight

Making shadows

Of brilliant light

 

The moth flies low

And settles down

Makes earthly contact

To have a rest

 

This a child watches

Inquisitive gaze

Knows the beauty

Sees not the pain

Nap TIme

Spinning and leaping

And running free

Cozily sleeping

Under a tree

Let the world go

Ignore it here

Pretend not to know

The things you fear.

Feel only peace now

Life can wait a while

So erase your frown

And instead smile

Here you can be happy

Underneath this tree

Pay to Have a Say

Well, good day.

Do you want to pay

to have a say

in the world today?

Life’s a sunshine ray

 or nothing’s okay,

 there’s no maybe; it’s yea

 or nay.

People seem normal but they’re all cray-cray

and easy to sway;

they’re mouldable clay.

They start wars and condemn the fray,

or pretend peace (but it’s just play).

If they go or if they stay

people have a lot to say.

So will you pay

to have a say

in the world today?

A Whispering Wind

If winds were to speak

What might they say?

Give us sage advice?

Count hours in a day?

 

Would they be playful,

Smart, funny, kind?

Or perhaps they might be

Very human of mind.

 

Maybe they’d be shallow,

Vain, insecure and whatnot.

They may be easy to insult,

Get their knickers in knots.

 

But maybe they’d be sad –

Melancholic, if you will –

If they’ve been trying to talk,

Perhaps they’re trying still.

 

But I guess we’ll never know

What a whispering wind might say.

Its sage advice to give,

If it counts hours in a day.

Beautiful Childhood

My memories are full

Of love

Laughing and playing or yelling

Despite and because of this

We love one another

 

I remember

Lying

Like puppies on the floor

Curled up

Sharing our blankets

And our time

 

I remember

Safety

Feeling secure at night

And knowing that

I am loved

 

I remember

Following them

Chasing

Trying to catch up and be

Part of their team

 

I remember

Summer nights

Passed with bonfires

And games

Hide-and-seek

Among the trees

Inside the dark

 

I remember

A beautiful childhood

Full of love

Fight or Flight

The day stretches on,

The road unwinds,

The world’s a song,

And I’m walking.

 

Life gets tough,

What do I do?

I grab my stuff,

And I’m running.

 

I’m calming down,

And slowing up,

I think that now

It’s time to stop.

 

I’ll turn around,

Swallow my pride.

My feet hit ground,

I’m going home.

I Live

I dance

With my feet bare

I sing

High in the air

I laugh

And spin around

I lie

On precious ground

I sleep

Sadness away

I wake

To a new day

I write

My jumbled thoughts

I read

Lest my brain rots

I live

In happiness

I love

That life’s a mess

Mad as a Hatter

Day is dark

Night is bright

The world’s a merry-go-round

Cheap and quick

And beautiful.

 

People are vampires

Sucking life

And mothers

Giving life

And saving it.

 

Fire is cold

Ice is hot

Our senses tell lies

Everything burns

And soothes.

 

Half full

Half empty

Who cares?

It’s both

Or neither.

 

Topsy turvy

Turvy topsy

Nothing makes sense

Back and forth

Forth and back.

Nothing

There is nothing

In this world

Quite so beautiful as

The sight of

Your pain.

 

There is nothing

In any world

Quite so hilarious as

The sound of

Your anger.

 

There is nothing

In our world

Quite so terrifying as

The knowledge of

Your joy.

 

There is nothing

Anywhere

That hurts me

That eats me

As you do.

Fall Apart

Things fall apart

So many reasons why

Similarities

Differences

Mediocrity

All combine to tear things apart

People come and go

Lives change and stagnate

Things fall apart

Or they don’t change

Which is really a different form of falling apart

I need to keep moving

Keep going

Outpace the destruction

And leave it in my wake

Ignore the differences

Ignore the similarities

Pretend the mediocrity is greatness

Let things stagnate

Then move on

Or keep things fluid and changing

And exhaust myself

And everyone involved

Because there’s no time to breathe

Or there’s nothing interesting

And then things fall apart

Because they were poorly built to begin with

So just keep moving on

And outpacing everything

Will-o'-Wisp

Follow me dear

Follow my light

Chase your destiny tonight

 

Follow me dear

Have trust in me

And soon I will set you free

 

Follow me dear

Run forever

“When will I go home?” Never.

 

Follow me dear

Follow my light

Your destiny ends tonight

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