Unearthed
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As I walked
the unknown path of salvation I sought the salutation of fears and grievances – the putrid regret born of tears and shame the unborn flame – I saw pieces of diamonds cascading through lime forests and azure mountains sprung of the unearthed tears of the fallen children. I heard the chiming keys of truth driven down the yellow pathways past the deepest of verges – I felt the strongest sense of troubled calm descend upon the sunlit trees and I saw beyond the doubts and fears – the unworthy urges of the unjust and unlearned. |
Avalanche
Your
love sublime
shines a jagged
pathway
across the
tangled peaks
of this heart
for my bicycle
to navigate
the cliffs
and chasms of
incipient federalism.
Soon,
warring blizzards
render wheels wretched,
and so I don snowshoes
to outrun the avalanche.
love sublime
shines a jagged
pathway
across the
tangled peaks
of this heart
for my bicycle
to navigate
the cliffs
and chasms of
incipient federalism.
Soon,
warring blizzards
render wheels wretched,
and so I don snowshoes
to outrun the avalanche.
Nora Connolly in The Visit by Daniel Tobias Behan, film by Patrick O'Mahony
loved - Short film, poem, & music by Daniel Tobias Behan
Rising
Thank
you, you
because
through not
base prejudice
nor distortion
nor bias can
I claim to
ever refine
the lucid
waters
of you -
they flow
from a
source
higher,
pristine,
unadulterated -
with eyes to see
and ears to hear
and lips, hands,
and cheeks
to feel
you are
elemental:
undiluted,
unweakened by
any number
of my tears.
You are the
living light
of this
sacred world
that speaks
in the flow of
your tide
giving shape
to seashore
and storms.
The net proof
of evidence
needed
is your outline
that lingers
along my
riverbanks
and beaches.
You are the
fresh pine
autumn mist
that sings
between trees -
you are
deep-earth
evergreen
foundations
that root
my every belief
and perception -
you are more
than gaudy money
or giddy jewels,
high above
the clamoring
of fools.
You are
the divine
science of life
the imperial
measure
of my inner
kingdom
of rising fire -
the delineating flame
of worlds
above and below -
the endless horizon
of the endless horizon.
you, you
because
through not
base prejudice
nor distortion
nor bias can
I claim to
ever refine
the lucid
waters
of you -
they flow
from a
source
higher,
pristine,
unadulterated -
with eyes to see
and ears to hear
and lips, hands,
and cheeks
to feel
you are
elemental:
undiluted,
unweakened by
any number
of my tears.
You are the
living light
of this
sacred world
that speaks
in the flow of
your tide
giving shape
to seashore
and storms.
The net proof
of evidence
needed
is your outline
that lingers
along my
riverbanks
and beaches.
You are the
fresh pine
autumn mist
that sings
between trees -
you are
deep-earth
evergreen
foundations
that root
my every belief
and perception -
you are more
than gaudy money
or giddy jewels,
high above
the clamoring
of fools.
You are
the divine
science of life
the imperial
measure
of my inner
kingdom
of rising fire -
the delineating flame
of worlds
above and below -
the endless horizon
of the endless horizon.