Thursday, 30 June 2016

Peace and Riot

Peace and Riot

Peace and Riot
Ha Ha. A laugh a minute
Being sick on drink

The peace with the offer
of a quiet hangover
being damaged

The riot police
The main man has
been shown no mercy

We are all in the doldrums
of servitude
Only in the haven of paradise
should I be enslaved

Crying in my beer
Having been sick on medication
Empty threats
Time gentlemen please. Cheers
The Peace and Riot of

substance abuse

Thursday, 16 June 2016

The Pig Went Oink

The Pig Went Oink

The pig went oink
And that was the man's last
desperate attempt to stay human

The birds chattered in the
aviary
If I had let them go
The cats would have mauled them

We had a dog who was put down
when my first nephew was born
Because of diseased eyes
To this day I wonder why the
bitch never liked me

We had a pet mouse
Who got lost
What puzzles me
Why could we not live a better
life with the love of such
animals

I suppose because in the end
we tried to save our bacon
The pig went grunt
The beginning of a massive breakdown
He went free all his life

But he was eventually charged

Thursday, 26 May 2016

A day in a life

A Day in a Life
I begin my day wondering as if by prophetic chance my condition would relinquish my well-being. It is four in the morning, an early choice for my Schizophrenia
A task unevenly lit. Distressing, demanding often dark ’til dawn and beyond. I meet my good friends for breakfast in the local cafe. They burgeoning the time
we spend together. Promptly, at ten I go to Core Arts. A creative hub for Artists and Poets with complex and enduring mental health needs. I meet Gary, an luminary
and fellow traveller. I have no set plans for the day other than to survive. I write a letter to Trudy, acclaimed love does not abate even with sleep. I dream of her
in all its florid entirety.
VOICES
 
At lunch time I visit IRIE Mind they serve a nutritious lunch. It is a venue that is not a spoof of reality.  A bad day flicks into a good day the challenge of the day.
Tomorrow seems compelling. To divert from the hallucinations I make flight not fanciful. As a voicehearer I attend a self-help group but not today.
Mindfulness brings me back to the moment. I must say today is a good day despite IDEAS OF REFERENCE. I ponder on existence, it is deep but to who or why?
I should of stayed in bed. It is proof I am sane being here. I intend to go to college to study Sculpture in all its glorious personification.
PARANOIA
 
Fear the brick of the house that falls down when removed. I must not be overstimulated. I respond to measured thinking.
LOVE
Love has no respect. I am thinking of Trudy, the sweetest reminiscence. The trauma of my childhood may never be resolved. Today I’m rested.
I focus and move on.  Is it really November 7th the weather is encouraging. My day is at a close it has been productive and satisfactory.
As I pray. I find there is room for manoeuvre.
 
Karim Harvey


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Thursday, 12 May 2016

The Three Dudes


The Three Dudes

One dude is a bit of a dick.
The others two halves of a prick.
Why can't they see what's bothering me
I want to write blank verse with my
dipstick tea.

Thursday, 28 April 2016

freedom

Freedom

Standing, waiting at the Pearly Gates.
When they are already open to
the public.

Standing on a clod of grass
designated earthbound

That is where I stand


Fixing my gaze on when and where

Thursday, 7 April 2016

The King's New Throne

The New King's Throne
by Karim Harvey


Once here. A long time ahead. There was a cautionary tale of an old Witch's
curse and the new King's throne. The King depleted summoned his courtiers
to the Palace.
“Someone bad has placed a wicked curse on me,” he said, “The Queen and the little Princesses are to go on a journey, never to return. They are to travel to Germany and Nigeria. Leave England for good.”
The courtiers could only think it would be a nice holiday. Baffled by the King's anxious state, they asked the Court Jester for one of his jokes. He could only play the fool. This did not make the King happy.

“Go find the old Witch!” said the King to the brigade of soldiers, Get on your horses and ride to the far side of the Kingdom.”
Days passed, weeks and months. “We cannot find the old Witch,” said the returning soldiers.
“Maybe she's under your nose,” The King said. “I am going for a long walk.”
The forest was bare of fruit, the trees tall and windy.

Deep in the forest the King came upon a pot, a big black pot. He had stumbled across the Witch's brew.
“HUBBLE BUBBLE, DOUBLE TROUBLE”
“Are you home, old Witch?” said the King.
“I am here, I have a scary cat with me”.
“Hold Forth old Witch, you have put a curse on my family. I order you to undo the curse.”
“I will said the old Witch but there are three things you have to do.”
“Anything, anything”. Said the King.

1. Take from the rich and give to the poor.

2. Let the little princesses marry for Love

3. I cannot make my mind up what three is.
Oh yes, have a party for everyone in the Kingdom.

The King thought for a moment. The poor have enough to eat.
The little Princesses will marry the suitors of my choosing.
I hate parties The King thought about putting the old Witch in the dungeon.
But she was so old and wrinkled he was a scary cat

If I make the decree will the Queen and little Princesses be safe.
And you will break the curse. I will said the Old Witch
There was celebration in all the Kingdom for the curse had been
lifted.

At the party the King and his subjects ate Couscous, Sauerkraut
and Roast Beef and Yorkshire pudding.

I do not believe in Witches but I do believe in Kings. Rev. Martin Luther
King and King Haile Selassie of Ethiopia
The moral of this story is:

Go for a walk to find out who is up
to mischief.



Karim Harvey

May: 2015.

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Moon Tides

Moon Tides

I defy the sun
And rake over the moon
How often is the earth stolen
By a cheesey kissing smile
From the steps of stars
and the depths of life beyond

We are dismayed
We are ruled by moon tides
and governors
I defy the moon
And the rakish sun
How do I live

How I leave you