" Vacant Rooms "

the halls are all empty

where a thriving joy

once dwelled ;

simplicity

moved on ~

dusk followed

eyes wide open ,

infinite raindrops

counted down 

… one by one

shadows

absorbed

the

lucid

glow

… darkness

consumes,

all hearts ache

have known

stars turn blue

day lilies dawn

of surrender,

blossoms bow,

black cloud's

dull pain lingers

total eclipsed shine

veils truth of luminosity

 love guide the way

out of darkness ~

into the truth and the light ' …

"Some Days"

photo by Giraen_Taralom

" Some Days "

Some days I’m insignificant

The world just passes by

There were days that were so definite,

Now they seem like a life time’s ancient disguise

Some days I seem numb and irrelevant

A passing moment lost in time

When times are definitely indistinct

A vivid mirror reflects a muted candlelight

Some days all direction is a mystery

On others I hold the guiding light

Enigmatic emotions evolve in quiet solitude

Uncertainty can reflect in the silent reveries’ of life

There are days where lives feel vulnerable,

Fragile as the unbalanced fulcrum shakes

When the past can hit like a hurricane,

Slamming open doors closed in your wake

Accusations heard through hushed whispers,

Seen from out of the corner of deceitful eyes

Days when diamonds lose their luster

The instant when fools gold lost it’s shine

These days it doesn't matter much,

When you’re invisible to a world that’s passing by

Some day’s you get what you need but not what you want

Just chimera to the free

Some days we kneel at crossroads

Never knowing when this journey ends

Abandoned, frayed and feeling left behind

In a moment left for dead…

© 2012 Harlon Rivers

The Last Words Written

Now can you imagine writing your final chapter? When epitaphic thoughts came out of nowhere... Written by a black sheep before the final dawn...A personal battle with writing and generally life's journey ...

A Poem by Harlon Rivers

Did you always believe time would go on forever?

Spending it like endless fool's gold

There would always be enough time for rewrites

To go back and edit what and where life went wrong

Now you can imagine writing your final chapter...

Did you ever imagine you’d ever write that final closing song?

After epitaphic thoughts came out of nowhere

Leaving the feeling of being a black sheep left out of the fold

Here and now silent reflections are written

Is it really darkest before the dawn?

In the final hour will the truth finally be exposed? 

Exhaling ultimate peace as the last words spoken 
Fall onto the paper with the amazing grace of an eternal song

At the end of the day did the flow really matter?

Was it hard to find that final everlasting phrase?

All of a sudden did you realize?

It was only a fleeting fantasy moment from the circle of life 
Before the final setting sun

In the end do you still feel insignificant?

Did you receive the understanding you felt you deserved?

As your words fell short of expressing unexplainable truth

Did the words move mystic mountains? 
Or only a vision in your rear-view mirror?

Had you already vanished 
But your soul just wouldn't let you go?

Stop trying to see a mirage 
Just walk away from an ambiguous dream

Understanding the many missed moments 
Is a vague yet daunting task
Countless attempts to find understanding

Fading hope finally ended the day

There was a conscious moment; it all seemed so crystal-clear

"Definite" was only an illusion of ego’s mind made words

A time when it felt like that long awaited bell was ringing~

When finally belonging somewhere was heard

Life's ebb and flow marks the tides of change

The ocean's mirror reflects the slack tide 
The vast sea's flood of currents pause ...

Reality in motion flows in new directions,

Now that a full circle ends to begin again

Into the light at the end of the journey

Into the dark night at the end of the day

Will the last breathe of the lonely writer ever be remembered?

When the curtain falls on the last act of the final play…

© 2012 Harlon Rivers