While I sat across the table from your crooked smile and elegant eyes as you continued to sip at your coffee, I attempted to entertain you with another one of my strange stories. And with the conclusion fell an consuming silence, the kind of peaceful silence shared between lovers on Sunday afternoons, the silence that is found when your eyes lock and the only thing you can think of is their beauty and how lucky you are. I shifted awkwardly in my seat when I realize you were looking at me with those same eyes and we having those same thoughts. I played with my straw sifting the ice in my glass; breaking the silence with what seemed like the sound of crushing & crashing that occurs only in an avalanche.
It’s been 1856 days since we last spoke, 5 years and 29 days that I have spent without your presence, It terrifying to think that have been gone that long. The death certificates said that it was a suicide, and if you read between the lines that means that you not only gave up on life but also on me. May 21, 2008 haunts me daily. You are the ever present ghost that speaks to me in my dreams and regardless of how it ended, your first love always lingers within the seams of your thoughts. You recall or recollect every kiss and long embrace and morn of all the time you allowed go to waste. The night that you passed away I caressed my own lips hoping to savor the taste of you. But in the end it is what it is and though you are gone we still live on.
Can I have your attention please?
Imagine if Tupac wrote this I wonder if
we connected cause this was written on his birthday coincidentally.
I do this for the ones who died to bring about the change
it's hard to stop the crying when you're standing in the rain
Our politicians lying they're just on a campaign
I realize with three eyes on my astral plane
breaking down a swisher filling it with Mary Jane
So I won't go insane from this knowledge that I've gained
the consequence of speaking out a bullet in your brain
or a one way trip to Guantanamo Bay
Join Forces with the Killers Rest In Peace J.F.K
Man Lacking Knowledge of who killed M.L.K
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing they are not who they portray
as yall can tell I'm back with the word play I see
Brothers killing brothers over colors that they claim
While our sisters are exploited for a dollar and some change
their fathers either dead or locked up in the chain gang
cause they were labeled felons for trafficking cocaine
Mama drop out of school and entered the dope game
was known to pull tricks and do strange things for change
they wanna chill with the gang but when it's time to bang
you'll find out that some of these suckers just wanted to hang
but I broke out of that cage all you need is couRAGE
It's like we're trapped in a maze trying to savor our days
while we're wasting my nights we're slowly fading away
Do you understand the message I am trying to convey?
L A D B
That Means Last of A Dying Breed!
Who are these creatures I hear all about,
With a love and a care that is so devout,
Who can form a bond that will never fade out,
And will offer encouragement in times of doubt?
And what are these things that sound like me?
Our words seem similar when they decide to speak.
They have ears to hear, and eyes to see,
But do they have hopes and fears and dreams?
What is their purpose while living this life?
I've heard they spread joy, but only seen strife.
They can act like your brother, and then steal your wife,
and when suddenly provoked, most like to fight.
See, I've heard a lot of stories, about some good folks,
But I interpret them as blasphemy, lies, and jokes.
They could never be true, they must be a hoax,
'cause every tale ever told was as tall as an oak.
They all seem alike, they all seem so mean,
Are they the odd ones out, or would that be me?
I just want to live happy, and I want to live free,
But they seem to spark up, whenever I scream.
There's a certain pleasure they get, when they see you cringe,
They're on the edge of their seat, when your life hangs by a fringe.
They get a heart full of warmth, and a face full of grin,
Then they savor the moment, until they can seize it again.
To these fictional characters, I must commend,
They may seem helpful, but will hurt in the end.
Yet, I stay in search of one to defend,
The honor and duty of a lifelong friend.
i savor each divet and dive
contrive symbols and words on smooth skin
dusted with faint golden hairs
like archaic scriptures
written before time was a thing
we kept track of
so i dont keep track of
as these shakes send me into riffs of euphoric bliss
and each grazing touch
brings me closer to the soul
on this journey of self discovery
a trip from which Ill never return
I burn two incense
at the same time
one for Kelly
one for Evangeline
the release flows into one another
as they sweetly invade my permeable mind
tearing it down
til it becomes
soft and sweet
with only recognition of what its burning for
my hands travel more
and i dive deeper within
the soul begins
to escape my pores
wide open doors
this temple is mine
bones and flesh
the beauty arrests
and i have never felt a more beautiful being
with each lingering caress
sparks tickle and jest
and there is nothing more that I need
than this endless exchange
from a pulse to ascension,
delivers a selfless gift
in the apprehension
in the wake of my final mile.
Quick at a tease,
her shyness competes
with emotions of a pure nature
and never seems to concede
or try to appease
in my presence of a life she nurtures.
Given the chance,
she'll spread her wings
and draw in a crimson dawn
with a seductive voice she sings;
Earth becomes immersed in dance.
Savor the fantasy
to tight to lip, a quiver,
and crumble my serving knees,
for in the kiss surrendered,
she will rescue thee!
Make a notice,
not too apparent to scare her,
holding her dear, near with respect.
She will escort my life further
in that first smile I was graced with!
We are merely mortals.
And that’s why I hate
How much I love
When you look at me.
I wish those moments could be eternal.
If my soul were a time capsule,
I’d bury your smile so deep into my essence
That earthworms could never savor your ecstasy.
...for my sister, Kim. Cute little poem R.I.P.
The little girl began to pray
wishing for a gift that one might say;
one she sought out the heavens for
to dissolve in a golden sun ray.
Reaching out to dance about
sifting stardust with her flowing hair,
her skin moonlit,
she surrendered to commit
to a magical affair.
Swept up through space
to savor passage to a comet's birthplace,
she spread her wings
from Earth unbound,
eagerly ascending the angel staircase.
Let it be known
she loved her kin
and released them from all her burdens.
The little girl took flight
succeeding the purple hue
of darkest twilight
leaving a world that only frightens.
You'll see her beam
from the bluest stars up far
dancing, twirling to remedy our sorrow.
Endure the allure of life
until the fruition of your own adventure
in a golden ray, tomorrow.
I miss you...
Royal brood and kin to be,
lock away tight in a family's shame;
a soar to fly to one who heeds,
the persistent frost of morrow's dame.
Not quick a judge in lover's trial
left in trance, otherwise beguiled.
A lofty squire amidst her bloom of youth,
rents her starry eyes then inclined to attest;
methinks with nails to scratch and hands to soothe,
one would yield, verily, at the king's solemn behest.
She dances 'round the scholars like bees to flowers
pleading her case as bare ardor dons the bawler.
In court she trusts a life's wish bestowed,
amongst scrutiny in highest forum;
to sway the survey a country's reign in the throes,
of war, caste unions, and esteemed decorum.
Audry's swoon was given no debate
in haste of the king's imposing mandate.
Forged in dour halls and cloak of dusk,
her sweet speech tongued a velvety tone;
Edmund relished waxing of his divine interest,
perceiving pure nirvana to ascend the throne.
In the throng of fell shadows resides the wicked woe
that creeps and mars, Edmund, the broken beau.
Audry took upon a winter travel,
adopting penance in a pithy soliloquy;
the heart of a potential bride be baffled,
in every breath of winter's frigid beauty.
The prince had waned sadness in her retreat
entranced in the fired embers of a hearth's rousing heat.
A robin's flight could manage no compare,
to the flutter his heart acquired in illicit romance;
a fawn's birth could subdue threats of civic warfare,
puzzling love's captors in olden trance.
In a madness born on a selfish quest,
erelong, his castle bequeathed on the whim of a redbreast.
No fairer lady to which he had given chase,
romanced fits from laughs and selfish pleasures;
remaining in the state of the Edmund's sustaining grace,
Audry was the polished jewel in august treasure.
Seeking a squire on this impulsive venture
on steeds, torches wielded, he wills with stout posture.
He was quick to meet a light that stuns,
as hooves kick up white puffs of snow;
to aid the sense and make amends,
he sought refuge in a burrow.
Like fox for fare he nursed his vim
and dreamt of her to feed his whim.
Across the glebe of Grassington's market,
on hunt for Audry at mercy of stinging winter;
they inflated bellies with Venison and snipe,
at the house of the king's regarded sculptor.
A query by firelight and syllabub to quell
with news of Audry's progress and gossip to dispel.
To renew a passion as Spring does to frozen earth,
Edmund and the squire woke in the morrow;
played a game of Draughts to savor tidings with mirth,
toasting Absinthe and perry aside a masonry window.
Attending the colloquy of woes from the room's umbra,
the host damped raw cheeks, whining of a youth's scrofula.
With the bask of the brightest star agin their backs,
they ride with the tepid throng of welled wishes towed;
whilst conquering fate with Absinthe and a fruit mix in hemp sacks,
darting boldly into the crisped shell of an arctic snow.
Edmund's lost Audry holds the future kingdom at ransom
with his dove retreating through the groves of Cherry Plum.
Fortnight in the lap of Absinthe's heavenly hold,
one hundred sixty leagues through unnamed wood;
in the vastness galloping to a lover's song, consoled,
he forged past the lanky stretches of Spruce that stood.
Wherein does Audry protect her chambered trust
that in the day of all days, this one proves the toughest.
Audry snatched a glance on the brittled shelf of a brook,
reflecting a worn and pensive gloom, bewildered;
to raise her punished frame, tackling pangs it took,
retiring deep into Bowland Forest, westward.
Audry eased into the bewitching spell of Morgan Le Fay
arrested in magic, lulled in her bosom of the faerie state.
A chaste soul; she effects a test and lure,
her counsel, in offensive union, is broken by the mage;
lays her dreams upon a rock in a mesmeric stupor,
sure to collapse his churlish heart in illusory rage.
The evil cast laden with a fit from fly agaric, schemed,
swept up an expired dream's asylum in a moonbeam.
Horses stall, heeding a lag for seemly horsemen,
in a tormenting view of an angel stricken;
swelling tears pull down Edmund's deviled curtains,
as knees sway, to and fro, till they render a bend.
To steal away her sweetened breath, smote and deceased
Audry scaled the moonbeam into an angelic sapphire sky, unleashed!
At two thousand feet the sea wrinkles like an old man's hand.
Jehovah your love is so grand ;
I once longed to see you face to face but that will only be a dream
To me you see ;
I know your love by seeing the beauty of your hands ,
And the love you have for us humans and the wild beast ,
I want to love you with my whole being, with my heart, my eyes, and my mind.
You gave me these things out of your love ;
Before I ever really known you Jehovah ; I had been living a life full of lies
Walking in the dark with out sight !
But when I was about to give up on this nasty way of life ,
You came in my life like a thief in the night ;
Oh how you have changed my life !
Know all I can think about is doing things right in your eyes and not
In man's eye's ,
To pass on what I receive from you is your loving command; and the law's
Of your hands ,
The river of grace never runs dry, always overflows, spills over with compassion
Of your love from heaven above ;
May I treat others with most intense kindness of shearing your love and your
Commands with all humans of the land ,
In all details, in all my gestures, my smile, my look, my words, all come from
You Jehovah , You are my creator and your son Jesus my savor ,
I will hold your love and your words in my heart day and night ,
You had transform me from night to day ,
To live in a godly way ,
May I touch their souls with your gentle healing touch of your words ,
May my bond with you be sacrificial for sake of tender fearing love.
Agape love ,
In their pains, their wants, their agony, their sorrow, their confusion;
Of the lost sheep ,You hard their cry's and washed them clean just like
You have done to me ;
Jehovah ; you are full of compassion and gentleness with so much love ;
When we all are suffering, you caress, you console, you bless.
May we share your sorrow, of your Son Jesus out of love !
It is my joy and most of all, it’s yours to receive my heart,
Which is freely given to you out of love for you ,
In loving your people without any partiality,
without any contempt or discourse,
Without any preconditions or preconceived;
May I imitate your son Jesus ! to love by going to utmost limits of kindness
To walk and to go to door to door to teach others your name Jehovah ;
And to teach about your Kingdom and your law's and commands
With no limits of your loving hand ;
I will go on to glorify your name Jehovah with my smiles ;
Full of tenderness and gifts you have bestowed on me simply to pass on
To an darken world ,
Your words and your love never dies,
kindness never be forgotten, the love you have given when you gave up
Your only begotten Son Jesus Christ for all man kind to have everlasting life ,
Forever you're love I praises ,
I love you .
The coyotes’ wail shall
never again paint
a yellow moon so full
or tint its deep
pearlescent sheen so blue
Natural ambient elements
serenade the moon and stars
A plethora of all heightened senses
savor every sparkle
in midnight’s near and far
There may never be
another magical moment
sung exactly like the untamed timbre
bemoaned through these trees
Celestial incandescence reflects
the sky’s mystical mosaic’s afterglow;
transcendent resonance ricochets
from the angelic lily white petals
The native dogwood’s flowers
draw down the night sky’s radiant montage
Scattering a natural luminescent palette
as they sparkle with the twinkle of the stars
The coyote’s medley of mournful laments
echoes the moment’s budding essence
adorning the blossoming dogwood's bouquet ;
it’s natural enchanting ambiance
graces the awakening spring ,
within in the moonlit woods…
© 2013 ... Harlon Rivers