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Poetry 3

Birthday Surprize
 
I saw through my eyes
and heard through my ears,
the words you spoke
which struck me dear.
You were astray
and like the wind,
when you know its blowing
but not where from.
 
I guess my looks were intriguing,
I wish I knew what you were thinking,
 
The last day had passed,
and I didnt even ask
But out of the sky came a bolt,
which struck me in awe.
My last chance,
for a wonderful present.

Turned off
 
The glimmer is gone,
nothing will bring it back.
Life's truth is all gone,
and I would do anything
to live with you in that lie.
 
I wish people would see,
beyond looks,
and in-between the lines.
You saw that but,
we are over.
 
Your fake tears
and suicidal thoughts
will never ascend,
that far.

Heat of day
 
At 5000 feet and climbing,
The air grew thinner,
the tempeture was receding,
But my blood was boiling
I wanted to know where
we were going
Because in the past you had been decieving
And right now those feelings
are redeeming
My feelings for you have changed
But now I see the light
We never had feelings
And only blighted
each others life

Despair
 
Regretting loneliness because
you are envious of others who are not
Bestowing hate on loneliness
was a terible mistake
Because now you lost what you had
and your back where you started

Honor
There isn't such a thing.
Its what people see of you.
Does their sentiment matter?
You can live with out them.
Loneliness and ridicule are traits of reality.
But why do you care?
You will when,
you dissent your morals for a facade.
And that is how honor disreguards its existance.

Faulting Ego
I never knew
I pulled the wrong strings.
But now I know
that's what it was,
my strings were always cut,
And like wiley coyote
I fell off the cliff to the realization
That my strings were never tied
Which ceased,
My comedic performance.

Washed away
 
You flooded the halls in ecstasy
Your voice voice rang like the softest music
And your gaze pierced everyone's heart
But in in my mind you wore a black hood,
carried a scythe, and hung my friends out to dry.
As you the Siren lured them out to sea.
They were drawn out faster by their clouded desires.
When you gave up on them,
They awoke in panic
and turned to see the land as a distant blur.
I threw them lifelines and clues,
That you were nothing but bad news.
But they were too deep in to be dispelled.
As you are now in your own blood.
Which is pouring from that hole in your face.
Im washing away my blood stained hands

Her Fluctuating Personality
Her hair flowed like rapids in a river
Her gaze was as soothing as a hurricane
Her temper as brief as death
Her face is gorgeous enough to stop a clock
Her expressions arent clearly drawn as the line of reality
Her aim has clearly strayed the focus of our lives
Her name rings in my head with the deepest seeded agitation

Cute
 
That voice,
that sings.
That charm,
that hooks me.
Those eyes,
that sparkle in the dim light.
That mouth,
that displays your gorgeous smile
That hair,
that glows like the setting sun.
All with that personality,
that lights up my grim face.

Sorrow
 
So many girls
Too many noes
Lonely I'll stay
 
All those times
I could have asked,
for numbers
haunt me,
during all the 
those lonely sunsets
 
I'm tangled in denial,
I will never ask or accept
A piece of your simile.
But when I do,
I'll ask myself why
And look for
a blanket of guile,
for you to pull
over my eyes.
Never trusting
Anyone

All I'm Wanting
 
To feel your breath.
To graze your thoughts.
To watch those sleepys eyes,
close in the comfort of my company.
To walk down a beach alone,
holding your hand
as the sun sets into the ocean
and the sky glows red with our passion.
To catch every frame,
of every moment,
that we are together in 1000 pictures.
And to finally see you as I am elderly and dying
to renew those memories of our love. 
 

Effort
Live up to your facade,
Display your best.
But all that effort doesn't
conform with your self esteem.
Your actual purpose is lost.
You try to portray what they want
but when you look at your self;
what are you?
Your pains are conflicts with your self,
that were self administered.
And here you are taking it out on them.

Belated
My feelings are late .
Your expression is blank.
Our lifes halted.
My excuses were all wrong.
I assalted your heart with lies,
our fate is clearly dying.
All because I was late.

Delirium
Waiting losing all my patience.
I am hoping you didn't forget.
As the phone is ringing off the hook.
Here I am,
sitting home,
next to the phone,
waiting for the call.
I am so anxious,
I never touched the ringer.
My finger is hesitant,
while my mind is in dismay.
My mind is secluded
In it's own jar
While I am waiting for dictation
of the present situation.
So I can find the exit. 

Are you there anymore?
 
For the years
I have known you.
You have never been seen.
But you were always there,
In Photographs,
And for laughs.
Now that you moved closer,
We are further apart.
I found that hidden side of you.
Where are you now?
I need you the most!

Poetry 4