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#***" 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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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…
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
The Way Light Attaches to a Girl
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
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
what’s the diff between secrets and truths?
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
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
The crown
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
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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?
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Untitled
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.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
i would have jumped from something very high with you but i have more self worth than that and i just did it on my own instead
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
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Pumpkin Rain / Ode to Sysiphus
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.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
I'm a ruin #2
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
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Faith
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.
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
The Merman of Orford Ness
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.
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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.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
Burning bodies
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.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
To Die A thousand times
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.
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. 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 .
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
... river