"enchain" poems
#***" 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***
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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
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
In a crowd she stands alone,
her beauty creeps out.
Mysterious shades of color enchain her captivating allure,
every shade more beautiful than the last.
The efflorescence of a flower fails to image her,
flawless from head to toe.
The illusion of free will quickly fades,
I cannot deny my attraction to her,
She glows.
Warming the room by her graceful movements,
clocks slow, each second delights in her every twirl.
Tick. Toc.
Her look sets me at ease.
Freeing me from my uncertainty, I now clench belief close to my heart,
summoned by a dream with every beat.
I am left in a daydream,
As, she is gone…
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
not much he reasons, resonating the question,
in the resounding places where both are congruent kept
we talk of lines all the time, line divisors of our
denominators and our numerators,
but truth and secrets are 1/1
so the rational number is always one indivisible whole,
with liberty for both,
when
the glass shackles^
be broken
but let us not dance around the marshmallow fire,
while watching clocks melt as our memory persists,
so secrets and truths have a rigorous solute/solution relationship,
yet, the dividing line melts over time and the answer
in all the poems that the body worked,
with experience, you can see the works becoming
the body solution blended,
undefined admixture, defined, refined, all just fine,
for the microscopic difference is in the eye of the beholder
but requires breaking
the glass shackles^
for
one will enchain
one will set you free
when their meld is melted
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
The crown is crowned…
Queens’ skull filled and fit
The crowd yelled and hell…
Long live the great queen
And, the kingdom untied…
Out of scary and harass
It begins a royal customs…
Concert is growing up high
Sunshine, freely moving…
And everyone face is filled
Behold! Queens’ speech…
Is begin spread, to crowd
The crown is a crown…
Not every crown is a crown
Our crown is enormous…
The greatest crown ever
We are inimitable to rule…
This world, stock and barrel
We must proliferate…
Our well prominent desires
We call all to behold…
Our intention, will not free
Our invasion is, for all…
To lead the world wholly
Not for, to enchain again…
But, to design new hope
And, this crown is our…
Shall cross the threshold all
No stallions and horses…
Shall bear our heaviness
Lion and lioness shall sob…
Because of fear and fairness
No elephant will dance…
On any elephantine floor
No monkeys to climb up…
Any tree to chomp a fruit
And, rodents will not free…
For robbing others’ stuff
We may stay in, longer…
Stirring every living on gravel
Some may give in, and…
Other will be tardy to breathe
Lay the blame on no one…
But on someone like thee
We are sentient for that…
Grubby games been in playing
Corruption is a hobby for…
Everyone living on this terrain
It grounds unawareness and…
Uprisings to this living space
Immoralities subjugated all…
Elders and younger living gaps
Bribery awfully deep within…
The hearts and no compassion
Extravagancy and fraud hit…
Every narrow, in this legroom
Everyone claiming the high…
Possession and supremacy to all
Needy get no crumb of aid…
Because, everyone claim is poor
We call not on behalf but…
To stay in you are and stay safe
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
contemplations of an angsty agnostic
otherwise known as the subtitle to my lengthy biopic
or the fumbling intellectual journey
the endless search to find
the divine reality behind,
to trace, pinpoint exactly what lies
at the center of the cosmos
at the crucified heart of all humankind
some days i feel there is no God
no chance of a higher power
i'm resigned to spewing cliched aphorisms as nihilistic as Schopenhauer
fragmented theories and meditations on life
consuming my thoughts and flooding my mind
ideas tessellate and twist as i'm crumbling, stumbling to try and make sense of all this
i find
the existential condition that burdens the shoulders of the wonder filled kids
from the blinkered blues of the beats
to the hopeful hedonism of the hippies
and the time tick ticks
regardless of the passing ecstasy of our dream-filled kicks
i feel there must be something more than this.
absurdity has the tendency to consume the very core of me
ultimately, does that not make me more free?
like Sisyphus, i stagnate
repetitive routines threaten to enchain me
but i believe i know the path i'm on
and i have to know it will save me
we live in times
of overwhelming, reeling uncertainty
is it true that one day the gleaming, spinning light will find me?
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Two hearts
In chains
Falling
Spinning
Forgetful
Tenderness
The audacity of a love
To enchain in servitude
Hapless abandon, simple
Bonds, release me once,
Retain me twice, forgo
Familiar and seek only
What you cannot keep
Under flashlight blankets.
You'll be happy now.
Tenderness
Forgetful
Spinning
My reluctance for woe
In a broken beat aligned
With shared malevolence
Above a degree of interest
Served under heat lamp
And wrapped inside my
Own lack of ****** security
While youthful lies quintessence
Burn as match stroke. Meanwhile
Falling
In chains,
Two hearts
Relent to a subtraction
Of fear for fear of fearing
Again. While you grabbed
My hands and I left stale,
My crackling skin reflects
A danger you can't hold,
Curses you never asked
For, beliefs beyond years,
But before us both boldly
Belies a simple question:
Spinning,
Forgetful,
Tenderness,
Does a closeness make?
This time I'll keep an eye out
For lessons learned, with the
Worst things I ever felt.
And now it's been so long,
I wish could think clearly,
But I messed things up.
And I broke my heart.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
I can picture pumpkin rain
Falling from October’s sky
Even wisemen dare to try
Reason’s gambrels to enchain
Though,
When this pulp falls on the leaves
And by liters floods the streets
We shall dance under these drops
While we sing grotesque swift songs
I can picture pumpkin rain
Falling from October’s sky
We no longer can remain
Dry
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
I can't trust anyone
No matter how hard I try
'Cause I've learnt my lesson
And know I can't believe my eye
The one I once let in
Disillusioned me forever
Taught me that feelings are a deadly sin
Can't manage to get rid of them, however
I'm condemned to never lose control
To push away anyone that comes close
To enchain heart and soul
To make sure no one knows
This way I'm always alone
Hurt those who adore me
Seem to others as if from stone
Because from any endearment I flee
I can't trust anyone.
I am a ruin.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
Outside
.
Outta the labels
That bind and enchain
--
We hear
The highest farthest
mountain sing!
.
We heed
----
---
We're done
We callin it -- home
----
---
We takin all the love
We can bring
--
Arms so strong
Opened wide
-
Carrying
Every child
----
Hey little high school girl
Quit hurtin yourself
Quit hurtin yourself
.
Let him be
Why dare think
You are what he needs?
---
Outside
..
They callin "torture "
Bein civilized!
..
Outside
Outta the labels that
Bind and enchain
...
Given yourself a new name
That rhymes with the WORD
You have finally heard
---
We can meet
Only here
On these darkened streets
.
Bein free
.
Never alone
.
Havin the faith
To call it
Home
--
Outside
Outta
The labels that
Bind and enchain
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
So long ago in King Hal’s time, our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.
Entangled ‘midst our dripping catch, with eyes that stared all hellish green,
enscaléd like some creature deep, a Merman writhed as one obscene.
All webbéd were his hands and feet, his body dripped with ocean bile;
upon his head the weed-wrack grew, green-bearded was this demon vile.
Fast to the shore with awful haste we sped before the wind and tide;
Lord Glanville for to summon forth, the Merman’s fate all to decide.
Upon the quay his Lordship stood with men at arms and shriven priest,
and all did cross themselves in fear before this strange unholy beast.
“Enchain it,” cried Lord Glanville loud, “then to God’s Kirk with all good speed!”
The shriven priest prayed long and hard as to the church we did proceed.
With Holy Water, cross of gold, with candle and with testament,
the priest then exorcised the beast, who knew not what was done nor meant.
To all’s dismay he would not bow before the Host on bended knee;
and so to dungeon was he dragged to dwell upon his blasphemy!
The silent Merman beaten was, and hung in chains in for seven weeks,
and fed was he on fish and shells, yet never did he sleep nor speak.
And so at length his Lordship said, “Across the harbour tie a net,
and we shall see how he shall swim, but by his ankles chainéd, yet!”
The net a-fixed, the village folk came down to see the Merman’s plight;
into the sea they threw him then, with foam and wavelet flashing white.
He vanished ‘neath the waters like some seabird in pursuit of prey,
then surfaced laughing, chain in hand, and to his Lordship he did say;
“You thought to make me such as you, who walk in blindness o’er the land!
You’d punish me for difference! You thought to treat me like a Man!”
So long ago in King Hal’s time our nets we cast upon the wave;
and drawing in did stand a-feared at what we’d caught in Orford Bay.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
Manacles made of thoughts
Enchain spirits encaged
In asymmetric chambers
Of bodies neglecting to heed,
Prisoners they conceal within,
Terrestrial material planes
Where the tangible struggles
To conceive the impalpable yet,
Inexplicably perceives its essence
As it knocks on the soft membranes,
Of a mind striving to connect.
The incarcerator attempting
To acquaint, itself with the incarcerated
Who, peacefully surrenders as it knows
It will be freed from shackles with,
The death of thoughts and the burning
Of the corpse.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
Don't you remember your face
When you realized
That I was a king
And now how it fades
When in your lies
I began to mean something
Those words are lost
And so are you
In your pain
So the angels won't stop
To pay a devils due
In a morbid shame
So let the hell burn your soul
Enchain you
Enchant you
Till your scars become sour
Feed you to the ashes
Crush you and suffocate you
Trap you cold
And you are sold
The lore
Voices in your head
That were bled
And shed
Kept
In a box that was lost
When the heart wept
And the sheets were red
So take your pain
And build a wall
Pick your hammer
And bleed it all
Eat away all your scars
Those cut too deep
Don't worry about your sin
Only feed
As you grow in a vengeance
Another tear
That you don't need
Heart heeds no resistance
When a breath leaves
And you drown in your own
As when the poison seeps
Consuming the locked doors
And you're freed
So consume what is left
And burn away all that is gone
Engrave your pain
On your heart of stone
Give in to your nightmares
And enslave your mind
Skin yourself bare
So nothing is left to remind
The signs
And the memories
That won't die
And the truth in your eyes
More painful than a lie
Emptiness that feels like
The hollow of the sky
Where the stars kiss the dark
And rule the infinite
The same color
As that of your heart
A shadow in the night
And when the black reigns
In corner you run to hide
In a hope to find
And to save yourself
Another day to die
A thousand times.
Everything becomes the same
As it was before
And you don't want to be
Yourself anymore
An image of your reflection
Pure of your guilt
A castle of your yesterdays
Which from your arms was built
Broken apart
Piece by piece
and shard by shard
As it ceases to be
So does your heart
And now all you have
You can never wish back
Painted in black
All over your conscience
And memories you had
Nothing remains of you
In the ruins you left behind
To save yourself
Another day to die
A thousand times.
Give in to your demons
And chase away your tears
Drown yourself in freedom
With the curse you now bear
Wither again in your words
In the voices you hear
Burn down this world
So you can battle your fear
And Slay monsters those haunt
With the blade you hold
Pick on your veins
As you grow cold
Taste your pain
As you consume yourself whole
In the years you stole
Sometimes clear
Sometimes blind
A hope that you will find
And save yourself
Another day to die
A thousand times.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
.
We float down the river
The river of our love
We coo
We babble
We
Float down the river
Filling our minds with
Words
That enchain
///
The river enters the great ocean
Of love !
We
Drown in the enormity
Of Creation
//
Our love !
Where is it ?
Where are our words now ?
//
Childhood can be a pleasant journey
Down the river
But we call the river the ocean
& so we suffer
For we are not yet of the ocean
//
And so when we get to the ocean
We have not the wisdom of riding down the river
In joy
•
We drown
Lovelessly
//
We drown thinking we are all alone
.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC