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Sunrise on the summit of Snowdon a young vagabond breathed there was a wondrous road ahead
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Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC
Mountaineers Haiku
As the full moon Roses over the mountain tops In a plum purple sky Of dusk There stands Everest Waiting for me To climb it.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Everest
Reasons why Want to climb Himalayan mountains To show that Mentally ill Are not **** happy To show that Emotions are normal For a mentally ill person To should the normies That they themselves Create stigma and ignorance.
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Motives
As the medical examiner Examines the human Brain Does he/ she Notice the deep dark cravases And ridges That some one can Fall into Not coming back As trekking it Is dangerous.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Brain trekking
Himalayas of The mind Waiting to be conquered It takes day by day Minute by minute Hour by hour Look at them with beauty And not as an obstacle. Then Only then would You have conquered them.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
C Day my way.
I as I think of The next chat We have I have question That might shock you Would you Mind climbing Everest With me Maybe we can We can couple in The safety and comfort Of our tent. I won’t go Monk chasing.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
Everest.
I am a mountain babe They interigue me Where the normies Love the beach. I am a mountain babe Because it is in my DNA From thousands of years It normal for me. I am a mountain babe Because I want to climb them And live amongst Them.
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Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 10:00 AM UTC
Mountain babe.
"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
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Beyond Majestic Bounds...a prose prologue to: ' Beyond the Telegraph Road '
#***" 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
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
' Beyond the Telegraph Road ' ― a poem in memoriam of the love of friends, brothers & promises ...
#***" 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
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Walk with a mountaineer She will always be near When feeling fear, She will comfort you dear Fly with a mountaineer She will catch you when you fall, She will give you all She will take you high She will give you the sky Fall with a mountaineer She will not let you cry Promise, she's not telling a lie Fall in love with a mountaineer Fall in love with me. <3
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
Love a mountaineer
Meron akong nakita Dalwang taong masaya Sa tuktok ng bundok, magkahawak-kamay pa Tanong sa sarili, ito ba'y pag-ibig? Dahil hindi na maitago ang kilig. Ngunit biglang ginising ng lamig Pagmulat ng mata Kasama'y hanap na Ang nakitang dalawa Ang totoo ay mag-isa.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
Panaginip sa Summit