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Excerpts from, Words Which Stay

THOSE EYES, THAT HEART

I looked to those eyes
for single love.
And, up to that heart
to rearrange.

Those eyes, that heart,
have disappeared.
No one shares my lonely
change.

My heart is carved
so bitter sweet.
The mind, it is
so wasted.

Message in
a floating bottle,
by the ocean
slowly traipsed.

Forever in
my wasted mind,
the mind forgotten,
the mind that cries.

Those eyes are mine,
that heart is too.
I’ll have them lonely
when I die.

01.13.1984
04.08 AM


TWO BIRDS BOUND

Love was there for what I was,
Not for what I was to be.
Now the love shall waste away,
Expectations return in time we shall see.

I have to give myself a chance,
A chance to grow inside.
Upon he takes my either hand,
Or heart to lead aside.

Altogether, soon to be,
Conquest a duel upon yourself.
A trace is lost from society,
Dammit, state your mental health.

So what that frayed edge of the rug,
It’s learned time that’s waved goodbye.
For if two birds are ever bound,
They shall fall from the sky.

1985


RAIN DOGS

When does a dog
decide
to come in
from the rain?

Is it when
the rain
starts,
or when
the dog
gets soaked and
cold
and needs
protection?

03.14.1985
05:39 PM


THE GROWING SEASON

Let me trespass not upon,
a tender, growing, giving yard.
Where lilies bloom in summertime,
and bleeding hearts are now off guard.

There is not a weed between,
a heavenly blade of grass.
Taste the scents upon the wind,
of honeysuckle pressed in glass.

Tender dew runs the leaves,
sunshine rules the sky.
Eyes of morning glory open wide,
as apple blossoms fly.

A nest with tiny several eggs,
the poppies open and you sneeze.
Flying lessons come with time,
on airstrip branches of the trees.

Soon, it’s time to look away,
from this growth that time bestows.
Calmly stolen by surprise,
stolen by winter’s crystal snows.

04.16.1985


DUST

Here I am with a restless
heart and a settling cup
of tea. My eyes
burn.
Burn from
trying to see
the way.
My darn body aches
from traveling such
a long
road. Funny how
time slowly
slips through your
fingers and
traipses the
floor for
a while.
Eventually, you will grab
down and pull
yourself up and
continue this
journey.
I am and
always will
be.
There are some
people
who don’t dust
furniture,
aren’t there?

04.24.1985


PB & J AT 10:36

Open jar,
grab the drawer,
arm yourself
a knife
and spread.

Times of these
come from you
lying in
your sectioned
bed.

Stirring hands,
wandering eyes
slowly try
to murder
sheep.

Countlessly trying
to roll
and put yourself
away
to sleep.

I see a farm,
please take me
there,
where countless sheep
may roam.

While on the other
side of me
lies a person
in his
home.

Here I am three
rooms away,
growing process
inside my
head.

It will be nice
when all of me,
and all of him
shall rest upon
this bed.

05.09.1985
10:36 PM

 

TRAVELED SOUNDS OF LIHT

Upon the light
Of traveled sound,
Comes the color
Blue.

Along the edge
Of wary cliffs,
Comes the color
Red.

Sharing secrets
Of the sticks,
Comes these certain
Hues.

But all the color
In the world
Only enters,
Never stays,
Up there in
Our tiny
Heads.

05.15.1985


WHERE DO SPARROWS GO TO DIE?

Tell me sparrow,
Upon this break,
Who shall crash,
crashing through the make.

I can’t hear you,
Someone shatter it,
All the glass,
Instructions to a solving kit.

Sparrow why?
With empty eyes,
Staring so down,
Lonely ground of empty sighs.

So sparrow face,
So what they say.
I hold you close,
Fingerprints red remind me.

While on the floor,
Lies in sparrow tears,
Children put in paper boxes,
Then they quietly disappear.

Just tell me sparrow,
Who will defend,
This trembling heart,
Upon this end?

05.16.1985


FALLEN BEASTS SHALL NOT ROAM

The rock shall fall,
Shedding blood upon
The dragon’s forelives
Until it can stand
No longer upon
It’s own two feet.

And its tail will slump
Into the salt of
The ocean of time,
As the fangs pierce
The tragic sand.

The scales will fall,
Green skin will rot,
And the king shall
Renounce his sword
Upon the end of time.

And the heart of the beast
Shall die on the rocks
As the birds feast,
And the sword shall rest
Upon this very spot.

07.1985


KITE STRING

Have you ever my friend,
Ever walked
Through an empty, deserted park,
Only on
The sunny days?

If you notice,
There is a kite
Swaying
From the breeze,

With a string that
Has broken
Away,
And that string is frayed,
Swaying.

08.22.1985


HAND BOUND

As I pull, my hand
From my engulfed, mouth.
My friend tells me, to throw it
In a direction, called South.

What will I do, without it?
I’ll never count, to ten.
Now we’ve made, things difficult.
With a sunset, fingers blend.

So trek with me, downward,
Opposite of North, to land,
To help a simple, person,
Bound to find, his hand.

I’ve found, my hand,
Down in the, South.
Now help me place, it in,
My engulfed, mouth.

09.09.1988
10:55 AM


BECOME

I shall tread lightly upon your soul,
Desire not, to affright my foal.
Through my fingers, castled sand,
Fired hot, reflected grand.
Your gaze to mine, float up high,
On skies we shine, spark eye to eye.
Limbs wrapped tight, so neatly tied,
We’ve tapped light, wings sweep wide.
Sweetly housed, fold the air,
Vulnerability holds us there.
For let us be, eternally,
Floating free, quite aerially.
Never to look up, nor down,
Toward universe, and never town.
Duality into singular, love,
One now rises, rises above.

01.17.2010
12:20 AM


SHADOWS

Use your sight,
To see the light,
It travels very fast.

Reach your hand,
Pull inward,
But still you cannot grasp.

Look too hard,
Stare to last,
Your eyes oh there they go.

Just pull the string,
The light is out,
And over is the show.

1985
 

DON’T THROW PEOPLE

God how strange
to peel a heart,
carefully from
a concrete wall.

For when you
threw it, oh so hard,
you had no simple
care at all.

03.12.1985

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Words Which Stay
The journaled poems of A.V. Haar
 

Words Which Stay is a 170-page compilation of 126 original poems from the private journals of A.V. Haar, dating from 1984 to 2015. They are writings from every aspect of his life from struggling, to healing and especially love. The book is dedicated to growth. Thank you for taking the time to read my words.




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