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When you look in the mirror, what do you see?Now while to some there is no mysteryI thought I knew some things but I don't know muchLooking at that person standing just out of touchHonestly, I don't see me.Honestly I don't see meSometimes they're smiling and singing their heart awayDon't have a worry or care they could give todayThey seem so confident, they seem so rightI bet they weren't anxious and worried the whole nightTheir practiced smile I'm sure is never seen on my faceAnd only exists down in the mirror placeAnd while all their features may look just like mineI've never seen my hair fall so naturally in lineWhoever is in there keeps smiling happily,but honestly I don't see me.Honestly I don't see meWhen you look in the mirror, what do you see?Now while to some there is no mysteryI thought I knew some things but I don't know muchLooking at that person standing just out of touchHonestly, I don't see me.Honestly I don't see meWhat is wrong, oh man in the mirror?What are you worried about, what's there to fear? Theworld cannot touch you in thereYou could live life without a careSo why can't you tell me, just what's the matterThe reflection inside, it just keeps getting sadderBrings me down crying, we're both there in tearsMy hand pressed to the glass, trying to bring them hereComforting the sad one before me I see,but honestly I don't see me.Honestly I don't see me.When you look in the mirror, what do you see?Now while to some there is no mysteryI thought I knew some things but I don't know muchLooking at that person standing just out of touchHonestly, I don't see me.Honestly I don't see meI thought I'd seen anger, I thought I'd seen rageBut this mirror man is trapped in his cageYelling and fighting against that they can't escape at allStriking like lightning they almost seem capableI stare in amazement, trying to keep them inKnowing it's difficult knowing what they're missingBut man in the mirror you're safe where you areThis world it is scary, dangers stretch on so farThat it's right sometimes for you to feel angrybut honestly I don't see me.Honestly I don't see me.When you look in the mirror, what do you see?Now while to some there is no mysteryI thought I knew some things but I don't know muchBecause looking at that person standing there just out of touchHonestly, I don't see me.Honestly I don't see meMirror man, mirror man, I can only apologiseI know all those things which go on behind your eyesI know your emotion, and why you feel it soBut I can't keep it with me, everywhere I need to goIf you can just take some more weight from meSo that I can be lighter to go where I need to beAnd you keep it with you, reminding me every stareInto a mirror, you with all my emotions thereYou so undefensive, you so realTrapped with the emotions I can't let myself feelYou've become your own person, with an openness I can't beAnd now when I look at you, I don't see meHonestly, I don't see me.Honestly I don't see me *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/12/when-you-look-in-mirror-what-do-you-see.html

Dear Diamond,Don't let them dull you.Shine you suffering stone.Be brilliant. Be beautiful.May the moaners always moan.Dear Diamond,Glisten and glitter in gloom.Live in love and light.You yourself can bloom.So go bloom big and bright.Dear Diamond,Worry not for the weary.Who do not dare to dream.Show them something shimmering.Give your all and gleam.Dear Diamond,I am glad you sparkle.Dear Diamond,Ignore all those who whine.Dear Diamond,There are those who wish you were darker,But, my dear diamond, I am glad you shine.*** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/12/dear-diamond.html

Life is different, but what could that be,Life ain't an issue to be tackled philosophicallyYou'll never seize the day sitting around, doin' nothin'Those seizin' life are all out there becomin'So follow my lead, I proceed to feedYou the knowledge of what it means to succeedTrust my path, and I'll lead make sure to get you half wayThough tough, you gotta make your own way the rest o' the dayDon't be the person you met in the mirror yesterdayLife ain't a game with fixed rules that you playTry something tha' will break a few mindsSit back rewind, see what you find, new friend o'mineI heard an old man once said something wise to meBut I forgot it, semi-intentionallyFind yourself a message in the noise of this existenceSome things will only reveal themselves wit' persistenceIf you find it, holla my way although I may not listenYour way is your way by my own admissionLife is full of challenges, I don't need yours tooBut an adventure? Hit me up if it feels trueHey, remember way back at the start when you were sittin'?Rest a little while, but there's a bug and you've been bittenThe bug of not bein' satisfied with half-lived livesOf living a life where you don' have to strive to surviveAnd if you've been too busy, well then franklyI wont be upset if you never find me to thank meThe reward is justification, And I must've been patientThat I've served just this message of why you need to hastenYo, if you just care to get up and find yourself wanting moreThere's a life out there to live that's different to what you've known before*** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/11/life-is-different.html

I want to write an epic, a story read about for yearsGet people cheering characters, get them crying tearsI want people to be waiting for the next thing I writeI want them reading my works straight through the nightI want to write jokes, to make the listeners laughHave the perfect minute of material to tear them in halfI want nothing more than to write something to enjoyAnd I want it liked by everyone, every girl and boyI want to write short stories, the type you read onlineI want it liked and commented and shared a thousand timesTo make peoples' moment, with nothing but imaginationTo give the endless scroll a second of hesitationI want to write comics, bring brightness to a pageWrite in newspapers, expose injustice, bring rageBe an indie author, be the guy you just have to knowWrite on walls so you see my work everywhere you goI want to write many things, to reach peoples' heartsThe world of willing writers is made up of a thousand partsBut for now, if I can make it worth one person's while,To read something I have written? That will always make me smile. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/11/to-write-epic.html

Sugar rush it's a must Build it big and then it's bust Go glucose go let the world know That you're sweet on repeat so flow But live a little sugar brittle if you can Let chocolate inlets into your hand So can the candy keep it up I'm a fan man fill my cup The high is quick Don't be sick Sugar boon Over soon Don't avoid or get annoyed at a small sugar high Also let go and be prepared to go goodbye I can see the reason sugar's pleasing to the taste But mix your fixes or it'll stick to your waist *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/11/sugar-rush.html

As nice as it is to play for the world Still perform to one person, if you're allowed I know you've got dreams of making it big young child One day you'll make every person on this Earth grow wild But until that day here's a truth better realised It's a good thing to make a few people satisfied Each person that I have ever met is fascinating to me With dreams and histories as curious as can be So if you can take a small time of that person's path And make them smile or cry or laugh If you can do something special for just a few Well, I'll take that every time. Wouldn't you? One day you'll play for the world. And it wont be a long while. But you should still realise how good it is to make one person smile. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/11/play-for-world.html

It starts with a moment The moment you commit You decide, screw the haters I'm doing it. You know the road is hard You know you've tried to walk it before. That few have succeeded And failure has claimed many more It doesn't matter You've made up your mind. So now it doesn't matter what obstacles you find What things life throws in your way What the challenges are you face each day You've done it. You've chosen your path. Ridicule any attempts to make you stop. Laugh. The moment has passed. Now do not falter as you move. You are in charge. Vault into your groove. Take the lead. You have to figure out how. It starts with a moment. And your time is now. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/10/the-moment-you-commit.html

Dear Lord, Thank You, AmenDear Lord, Thank You, AmenDear Lord, Thank You for all You do and for loving through and through and Lord for being wholly true, AmenDear Lord, The beginning and the end, thank you my friend                  That you mend and defend when I'm at whit's end AmenDear Lord, Thank You for lending Your gifts and giving your spirit                   I'm lifting You up so I will never forget it AmenDear Lord, Thank You for knowing me and giving me a chance to be                  A missionary in deed for the worthy creed of Christianity                  That when I struggle, Lord, You're there                  That when I falter Lord, You care                  That when I ask where to the air in my worst nightmare                  You repair then prepare me so I sing Your fanfare in this prayer AmenDear Lord, You will be. You are. And You were.                   Bless all your word and all I've heard and all I've observed                   Because through it all I've inferred                   That you are wonderful. Amen.Dear Lord, What I'm trying to say is simply thank You, and then a thousand times Amen.Thank You.You didn't have to make the world this way, but You did.You didn't have to love us in this way, but You do.You care for us. Through all our mistakes and all our flaws and all our sins. You care for us. And You forgive us.So Lord. Dear Lord. Let this short prayer I pray now capture everything it needs to. And let me mean each word without hesitation or doubt.Dear Lord. Thank You. Amen.*** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/10/dear-lord-thank-you-amen.html

Every year on my birthday I ask what I have doneWhat have I accomplished, what victories have I won?I imagine meeting Father Time on this annual dateHanding over one year, as is my fateAnd then asking, politely, what did I get in return?Who did I meet? What did I learn?Did I cause more smiles than frowns?Did I visit new cultures or stay in one town?And each year, when I sit down, and think really hardAnd I realise the cost I've paid for each birthday cardI think it's worth it. I accept this trade.It's a high cost, and maybe I didn't get the best deal for each second paidBut for those I've got to know, and the things I've been allowed to doI'll pay the toll this year. And I can't wait to see what next year pays for too.*** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/10/cost-of-birthday.html

In life, we leave a legacy of memoriesEtched in connections in living brainsTime spent together is not just being friendlyThere is love we share and happiness we gainThis poem is lovingly dedicated to my GrandmaShe has been around 92 years on this World where we areBrings happiness and joy to many a different faceShe takes life and it's challenges with a loving embraceBecause in 1926, the same year as Winnie the PoohMy Grandma was born all fresh and newYoung and full of promise, so fittinglyThey named her simply RosemaryAnd like rosemary, she works best with othersAs a mentor, as a neighbour, as a partner and loverShe never sees a person as better or worseJust a future friend with which to converseI feel lucky, even though I arrived so lateI spent 25 years with her on Earth as mentor and mateThat after so much time since that birth yearBoth she and I share this world right hereIf I start to worry about what the future might bringI remember, in 1926, we still had an empire and a kingWe've been through much turmoil and change, it needs not be namedJust that through it all my dear Grandma remainedWhatever challenges life decides to throw my wayBlood flowing in her veins flows in mine todaySo I have the power and the passion to persevereThanks to those strengths passed on from my Grandma right hereI just want her to know, how grateful I always will beFor the patience growing up she never failed to show meFor the love, and the light, let me just sayGrandma, thank you for all the memories you sent my wayMy Grandma is a special friend, as you can tell in this rhymeThis poem is in present tense for a very good reasonIt is adapted from one I shared with her one, two timesRepeated for her enjoyment in a sunnier and happy seasonReciting it to her, is a memory we both shareI can recall it in the present, even though it's in the past tooShe is alive in me, even though she may now be elsewhereSo Rosemary, Grandma, God bless, and thank you. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/09/grandma.html

Art is an industry Art is an industry Repeat Repeat Repeat after me Art is an industry Time is money lets get earning Art is money lets get churning Creative works for greed and profit Innovate make money off it Take from what you've learned so far Reach inside you (not too far) Be inspired make something fine Get it done by a deadline All we see movies plays Is done by 9-5 each day Don't be late work overtime Wasting talent is a crime You could be making capital For the suits that run it all Joie de vivre and ennui Packaged for the industy Don't be disheartened girls and boys Still enjoy your shows and toys Down the line, someone still created They took a chance and innovate Poured out their heart to something new It came through a conveyor belt to you There is still humanity, somewhere inside An industry where sparks can still reside Bottled up, not kept bright too long Because by now you know this song Art is an industry Art is an industry Repeat Repeat Repeat after me Art is an industry *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/10/art-is-industry.html

Humanity was tribal for many an age Talks of travel met with confusion and rage There's danger out there, beyond that wall Even talking to neighbours could be our downfall Every tribe for itself. Every culture, constrained Independent people were quashed and contained Information didn't spread, new relations weren't sewn All anyone wanted was to be left alone And then we began to push boundaries and explore Through triumph and empire, humanity wanted more Behind the warriors were those with notions more noble Slowly, the earth became global A world formed where we could speak across borders Passage less risky, we formed a world order Art could now be witnessed from many times and places Smiles were shared between different types of faces We are one tribe, even if we're of different factions So, my friend, don't be so resistant in reaction To those who think sharing cultures is a crime Just think of them as a few (hundred) years out of time. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/09/tribal.html

make me runmotivate megive me motiveand i will flyi can't just gowithout reasoni need somethinghelp meelse i will be staticnever movei want to seethe worldi'm asking politelyi would begbut i need somethingor someoneto run for *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/09/give-me-reason.html

I've been trying to let myself be more vulnerable recently, but honestly, it's kind of hard All my life I've lived so far has taught me not to show my cards That the world is out to get me, so I'd better watch my back And that anyone not constantly on defence is vulnerable to attack Easier by far not to be involved, better never to begin anything Throw up every barrier and don't you dare. Let. Anyone. In. Yes it can be draining. But we all manage it somehow. And after years and years of training, I'm good at it by now. This fort has become my home, a habit of its own So I sit within relaxed, guarded, and alone. And I don't want to be anymore And I don't know what will happen when I open up my doors And I'm sorry for when I instinctively try to shut in in your face Please. Please try again. Ignore that I have to brace. I just didn't realise how defensive I'd become. Wondering why that deep friendship wouldn't come Until realising that anyone who looked in my direction Simply saw a person with layer after layer of protection So, I'm going to try It'll be tough. I may question why. If I let people in, sacrifices will have to be made. I've seen many people hurt by others. And scars are a tricky trade. Being vulnerable isn't enough. I know that in my heart. But hey. I'm trying. And that's a start. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/09/vulnerable.html

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day I will rest. But tomorrow I agreed work to be done, and it has to be my best. And there's this other favour, and that one too. I don't think the tomorrow's rest will likely come true. Maybe in a week? I'll say no to things people suggest. I'll schedule one day in when I can truly rest. Hold on though. I have this weekly commitment early each day. And that stuff in a month that I just can't delay. Next year, I'll be a whole different me. Maybe I'll stop my job and work and degree. And in that year, I'll make time to do nothing at all. Because otherwise I know I'll just hit a wall. When I am dead, maybe I shall lay still in my grave. Or maybe I'll still twist and turn and work and slave. With the knowledge of one more thing I should do. With a promise of rest held when eternity is due. True rest is needed, and not just doing a different task. The ability to stop. Breath. To collect yourself at last. We all need that time. A break from the day to day. And if I can't promise myself tomorrow's rest, then I shall rest today. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/09/rest.html