When a man can hear
a woman's screams and sobs
thunder across an empty parking lot,
from a lone truck
partly hidden by the blanket of night,
that man is faced with a choice.
He can ignore the cries
and continue to move forward,
or he can turn and fight.
Such terrible options are rarely requested,
and no matter which decision he makes
that man will be haunted
during the quiet moments
for the rest of his life.

"From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story.
A story says, I survived." - Fr. Craig Scott

... a tribute to a fallen brother ― R.I.P  Les
... you were with me every step of the way to the top


crampon cleats tickle her bedrock
far below the frosty powder dusting;
released from where her majestic peak
parted yester night’s obstinate clouds.

the alpine atmosphere
first chilled and then plummeted
as the starlight glistened;
illuminated ice crystals sparkle
like diamonds in the rough.

I am overwhelmed
by the peaceful aura
surrounding me.

watching how
"these"
footprints
mark the snow
...arousing
a lucid,
stirring awareness
of my existence;

...inciting
a conscious moment,  
extraordinarily deepening
the realization of being.


harlon rivers ... May 24th, 2013

" Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.
Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend." - Albert Camus

                 ~              ~               ~    

The telegraph road circled through the foothills,
rising towards the majestic mountain high
It’s been a long and twisting passage soon forgotten,
with the pavement abruptly dead ending,  
just below the timberline

The dawning blue heavens look so much closer now
Just a step away from standing within reach                                  
The birds uplifted on the telegraph wire rest atop me;
perched on the final material traces
disregarded by a digital world

My awakening soul is ascending beyond
the distant alpine meadow horizon  
At the threshold of an untrodden wilderness wonderland,
climbing up above the meandering clouds

It’s exhilarating to look back and know
there is no turning back around;
I’ve never been higher
and can never get back down

What unknown frontier lies in wait before me now?
Just on the other side of the impossible dream?
The last step forward to find the next step beyond the bounds
There is not that much that changes,
when we just repeat the same old song

The atmosphere’s thin air leaves me gasping for wings
Like dust and ashes free to soar with the tempest breeze
If only time would sever these loathsome ties that bind
The ones that enchain the weight of this load unto me

While understanding the pace to a long journey’s rhythm
The only barometer you have to trust is in your heart
Adaptation is at the core of freedom's survival
But it feels almost like running away  

I have felt the fear of falling with nothing left to lose
I’ve climbed as far as flesh and bones can reach
I've come this far always feeling subtly afraid
It has been a great distance back from the beginning;
knowing I must take these last steps alone.

Understanding it was love that brought me here
Naturally tugs at the spirit in my soul encouraging me on
I'll keep searching for the shining light of guidance
Listening for a voice that softly beckons me home...



written by:    harlon rivers ... May 24th, 2013

Drunk on my tears,
Can’t help but swallow,
Dreams of my fears,
That I’ll always follow.

Every last drop,
I’ll always remember,
Caught in its song,
Lost in its ember.

Cry them all out,
Until I’ve accepted,
That I never found,
And learned all the lessons.

I’m left here to fade,
Along with my ashes,
Take out your *****,
Bury me with fashion.

Thoughts always pondered,
Words never spoken,
I won’t be honored,
For not being open.

Dear Men,
I am a woman,
Whom you never saw As a fellow human being.
But as a body of blood, Holding those assets,
To satiate your cannibalistic desires.
You never searched the “me” within ‘me’
I also have the feelings which you never try to understand.
I am that conscious soul,
whom you call unfathomable.
I am a woman
I gave birth to you
I keep you in my womb for nine months
but, I see you staring at me stalking me
like a hungry beast
I am not a just a pound of flesh;
I am that conscious soul,
to whom you deny the rights.
When you strip off my shame,
from my parched skin,
You degrade your birth too.
You label me with names ****, *****…..
but you never think it’s you,
who come on the knees to get me at ‘BROTHELS’.
to prove you are the MAN
there, you don’t just play with my body only then,
you not only **** me but **** your souls too
Yes, I am that woman.
You pretend to worship me in temples
you fancy me in your dreams.
But, never adore me in reality.
When you sell me
in the market like an object then,
you sell your souls too.
Whenever you ****** me
Try to bully me
beat me in black and blue
For your pride
You step down As a man.
I am a woman
Yes, I ******* for five days
each month from puberty to menopause
to get prepared for becoming a mother
but, you treat me as untouchable on those days?!
I am a woman and am proud of who I am.
I am that being who is the alpha of all.
I am not just my body
I am a conscious soul.
(C) Jayant OM

King, Queen, honor of your Country Men
The blind man's fate, while another man waits
The reality, brutality, walk a line of mortality
The blooded poppies in the fields I've seen
I know i can't put a name to your face
Guess you hold a your love one in place
Wonder if she will ever be the same
Did she call you, her sweetest flame
Well you start to welled yours ocean eyes up
The droplets fall from the soul punctured cup
A father would of been so proud
Every moment he hides the tears he ploughed
Did you do it for your hearts dedication
Mother sorry for no more family generation
In the distance you can hear the soldiers wade
Beating to the drums of a trumpet fade
Bold and brave the words upon the grave
When you took your life, so i could be saved
The blooded poppies in the fields I've seen
The reality, brutality, walk a line of mortality
The blind man's fate, while another man waits
King , Queen, honor of your Country Men

Copyright 2018 MPOETB.

The battle is over
Vanquished is the foe
Yet why triumph trusts
So bitter, so hollow?

In the eye of my mind
Each enemy was a villain.
Yet when I saw it true.
Were no monsters, just men.

Men, much like us,
Trying to do what's right.
Our perceptions at odds
Mirroring the sides of the fight.

Warring for Lords
Who use us as pawns
Is glory so great, risking
The sight of another dawn?

T'was not the war
But the pillage that came after
Fashioned my doubt of men
Heeding the devil on their shoulder.

Noble causes forgotten
Once reaping the spoils of war
The blood of innocents staining
Mens' honors and their swords.

The crowds cheer our names,
Place on our heads, Hero's crowns.
I paste a smile on my face.
It's my heart that wears a frown.

Bullying is not confidence
Deceiving is not intelligence
Lying is not outwitting
Disparaging is not bravery
Shouting is not a better way to be heard
Preaching is not the equivalent to love and harmony

Kindness and compassion
Are not words they are actions

Those of deceit
Often delete and retreat