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"unavowed" poems
Look up and breathe it all in The sky is crying, exploding with a torrential waterfall. Inhale natures’ showering an unblemished symphony The black cloud’s unavowed weight lingers invigoratingly overhead Emotions ebb and flow with the moment’s immanent spirit of light; there is a liberating sensation that excites anticipation of the sky’s impending purposefully fated  release ... Heavens… flood down holy water in a drenching act of baptism a merciful drowning in a river of celestial tears Dowsing rains wash over in a cleansing rain Refresh the dust and ashes the fallow summer leavings What once was a blossoming presence, evolving into a dimming   cold winter reign... Now all that remains is but a shadow of what once was; hearts and bones nearly eroded away by the years of fallen tears To rinse away unrequited love’s stagnant inversion, washing away the invisible bonds that bind to the loathsome heavy ball of an unforgiving chain ... Know the cleansing rain is the spirit of love, washing over a malnourished heart of soul; exposed and bared naked to a remiss world Looking out with thoughtful eyes into the boundless universe Never to stop believing rejuvenating dreams course beyond this long road Imagine the storm clouds parting in the ominous threatening sky as an uplifting awakening light comes shining through; renewing the promise that surrendering to love shall renew purpose and it feels like rain... baby can you feel it (?) December 2012 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved                  .
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Cleansing Rain
Look up and breathe it all in The sky is crying, exploding with a torrential waterfall. Inhale natures’ showering an unblemished symphony The black cloud’s unavowed weight lingers invigoratingly overhead Emotions ebb and flow with the moment’s immanent spirit of light; there is a liberating sensation that excites anticipation of the sky’s impending purposefully fated  release ... Heavens… flood down holy water in a drenching act of baptism a merciful drowning in a river of celestial tears Dowsing rains wash over in a cleansing rain Refresh the dust and ashes the fallow summer leavings What once was a blossoming presence, evolving into a dimming   cold winter reign... Now all that remains is but a shadow of what once was; hearts and bones nearly eroded away by the years of fallen tears To rinse away unrequited love’s stagnant inversion, washing away the invisible bonds that bind to the loathsome heavy ball of an unforgiving chain ... Know the cleansing rain is the spirit of love, washing over a malnourished heart of soul; exposed and bared naked to a remiss world Looking out with thoughtful eyes into the boundless universe Never to stop believing rejuvenating dreams course beyond this long road Imagine the storm clouds parting in the ominous threatening sky as an uplifting awakening light comes shining through; renewing the promise that surrendering to love shall renew purpose and it feels like rain... baby can you feel it (?) December 2012 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved                  .
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when the world was cruel and you impair you were alone and had no give back when you were bulldozed for aims you never had your personality was rescind and disguised to regular when you had no choice to leave and move ahead you bore the odium of nugatory pack when you were so good and gave all your best you were loathed and clepe as bad times when heartbroken you cried to sleep your head under pillow words unavowed bide You turned cold with FIRE inside it would have been better IF YOUR SILENCE SPOKE OTHERWISE ....
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
If silence spoke otherwise ..
Incompossible <>   not mutually possible: INCONSISTENT, INCOMPATIBLE <> inconsistent, yes, incompatible, never *we have lived and loved each other since a singular moment in grade school profound! (what a perfect compositional word!) friendship, intuitively embraced, circumstances dictated an on/off interspersed coexistence decades in length, a hit or miss geographical distancing, thst technology overcame with no evaporative loss of  sensational connectivity across great times and greater distances we trialed and errored our landlines, for a time, we lived together, then nearby, with other spouses, who knew and tolerated, our exceptional to the rules of coexistences, we were closer than close, the space between us was of wafer size, nearly invisible to the naked eyes of others, but unchanging as much as it was unique and uncharted periods of absence of years measurable and the first conversation began exactly where the long ago prior had ceased never fully accepted, surely not ever fully tolerated + understood, we stumbled upon a word, incompossible that captured the drama, the hopefulness, the hopelessness of our separated conjoining as a summary perfect of us a true tale, a novel of pro-found loss and gain that cannot be be told or totaled, a sum of summary, an unavowed marriage of souls with no legality, and yet by its very in-completed nature, it was perfected by it's very unending undefinable defiance of definition: we made the incompossible, possible, the incompatible, patible, unfounded by circumstances, unbounded in our intuition, we yet live in a hopeful state of unfulfilled totality of* almost fufillment
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May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
Incompossible
Incompossible <>   not mutually possible: INCONSISTENT, INCOMPATIBLE <> inconsistent, yes, incompatible, never *we have lived and loved each other since a singular moment in grade school profound! (what a perfect compositional word!) friendship, intuitively embraced, circumstances dictated an on/off interspersed coexistence decades in length, a hit or miss geographical distancing, thst technology overcame with no evaporative loss of  sensational connectivity across great times and greater distances we trialed and errored our landlines, for a time, we lived together, then nearby, with other spouses, who knew and tolerated, our exceptional to the rules of coexistences, we were closer than close, the space between us was of wafer size, nearly invisible to the naked eyes of others, but unchanging as much as it was unique and uncharted periods of absence of years measurable and the first conversation began exactly where the long ago prior had ceased never fully accepted, surely not ever fully tolerated + understood, we stumbled upon a word, incompossible that captured the drama, the hopefulness, the hopelessness of our separated conjoining as a summary perfect of us a true tale, a novel of pro-found loss and gain that cannot be be told or totaled, a sum of summary, an unavowed marriage of souls with no legality, and yet by its very in-completed nature, it was perfected by it's very unending undefinable defiance of definition: we made the incompossible, possible, the incompatible, patible, unfounded by circumstances, unbounded in our intuition, we yet live in a hopeful state of unfulfilled totality of* almost fufillment
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The waves crash on the shore of the eyes, I wished to create worlds with my mind that the lips fail to convey, I observe the drifting journey, as the mind wanders to the paintings of metaphysic nature, where everlasting stories are found, as I am lost perpetually in wonder, on and on, I will live through another, as the dew caressing the endless being of now, the world I had known once cursed me for being a dreamer, though I feared not, for the heart of mine, possessor of truth, was never vulnerable, tears created the clouds I held within my chest, where I float as the wings of thousand white doves, the cage has fallen, I have risen as the one who saw the light in others when they failed to have seen it within their own chests, I am the bringer in the garden of words, I am aware of the unavowed lost ways of conversation, where the cherry blossoms seek the surrender of the leaves within the deepest parts of the beautiful mind, elusive as the reflection, wavering as a chameleon, even though, the heaven in my breath will never fade, as the grace of the delicate ones, hidden to them was the nature of the imperfections, forming something so untouchably incandescent, I had seen the truth, and soon, they shall see it too, I and them shall walk the earth, soaring from our fingertips, I will hope they look to the skies, and find this reminiscence, where the clouds ripple, angels are near, I will wish for them to see how these words I have written are sacred, for beauty lies in secrecy, waiting for you.
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Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
Dreamer
The waves crash on the shore of the eyes, I wished to create worlds with my mind that the lips fail to convey, I observe the drifting journey, as the mind wanders to the paintings of metaphysic nature, where everlasting stories are found, as I am lost perpetually in wonder, on and on, I will live through another, as the dew caressing the endless being of now, the world I had known once cursed me for being a dreamer, though I feared not, for the heart of mine, possessor of truth, was never vulnerable, tears created the clouds I held within my chest, where I float as the wings of thousand white doves, the cage has fallen, I have risen as the one who saw the light in others when they failed to have seen it within their own chests, I am the bringer in the garden of words, I am aware of the unavowed lost ways of conversation, where the cherry blossoms seek the surrender of the leaves within the deepest parts of the beautiful mind, elusive as the reflection, wavering as a chameleon, even though, the heaven in my breath will never fade, as the grace of the delicate ones, hidden to them was the nature of the imperfections, forming something so untouchably incandescent, I had seen the truth, and soon, they shall see it too, I and them shall walk the earth, soaring from our fingertips, I will hope they look to the skies, and find this reminiscence, where the clouds ripple, angels are near, I will wish for them to see how these words I have written are sacred, for beauty lies in secrecy, waiting for you.
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You don't understand what you've done You think this is funny till it really happens hunny You are calling me all these names thinking its a joke, till you choke Killing yourself isn't something to be proud of so don't be joking about it to someone who is unavowed It's to the point where I'm barely holding together wanting to pull the trigger since all I'm in is cold weather Your 14, skinny, perfect, and smart, as you're over here calling me words, that shouldn't be heard. She thinks its all fun and games till I actually aim, lives are changing so you won't be able to claim ... claim my life you're trying to tame.
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
Bullying