They're Damage

You came from a far

closer than I thought

you never really saw me

you left me to rot

Now I've moved on

moved on from you

there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

I lost my mind when

you lost your place

no longer will you be 

able to hold my face

Now I've moved on

moved on from you

there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

I moved to a prison 

the prison of my mind

My own self destruction in

my crimson blind

Now I've moved on

moved on from you

there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

She came from the dark

Holding her heart

I was an open book but you were closed to me

you didn't do your part

Now I've moved on

moved on from you

there's nothing you can say nothing you can do

The River's Edge

I'm standing at the Rivers edge

And the shadow is creeping up behind me

A spike, a steak, a driven wedge

It consumes the people that flee

I'm standing with the people at the Rivers edge

They drown alone fleeing the shadow

The shadow that creeps up behind me

As they jump in fear from the Rivers edge

Mother Nature what have we done

No longer can we run from the shadow

Why can't we brave it as one

Its to dark here in the shadow

Wont you take me with you far away

Away from this shadow away from the Rivers edge

On this edge in the shadow together we cant stay

Hand in hand together we can leap from this Rivers edge

Mother Mother hold us together

And together we can leave the shadow

Its the light within that lasts forever

As we lay you down to sleep in our shadow

Black Gold.GEA

Black Gold

I awake wandering through my minds horrible corridor reflecting on false tongues.

Traversing down my lobes tangled from scars of misplaced trust.

I claw my way inside and out of sanity, life that which does not suit justice at hells gate where my own joker is my cell mate.

Stumbling blindly over corpses mutilated from ravens and dogs i fumble on my own truth of which words have no place but in a waste bucket of toxic sentiment.

I snake down my camouflaged spine of stone chiseling out memories of pictographs and cracks of pain.

A dark blackened object hides in a cave with no light slowly breathing, beating itself up against time running to an end.

My third eye lights the cave and i see the leaches draining this poor things life right from it with no remorse. 

I can't stand the sight so i edge my way around to the back side of my spine only to see a battlefield.

Knives and axes lodged deep into the stone spine with shattered handles.

Gold ones, silver ones, and pearled ones.

Lusts of life stick out on their opposite end of devotion.

I tried to remove them but it pained my hands to do so. 

I leave the death to rest. 

forever planted. 

I change my path and walk out on the ledges stretching outward from my stone spine and climb upward towards a flat land that is like a plate of armor, tough but giving. 

I walk over faults, craters, and trenches.

Shovels, picks, and buckets lay littered then i notice a glimmer off in the distance. 

I make my way towards the sparkle taking note of the trampled terrain. 

Does no one not care for where they run and play?

I get to about half way in this valley of shambles and stop above the glitter, its gold. unmanipulated, untouched gold.

I bend down to pick it up and as i get closer it brightens a little .

I retract in awe and it dims. 

I bend towards it again and again, it shone bright like golden honey. 

I reach closer and it starts to hum softly. 

I go to pick it up and as soon as i make contact, i…

…Snap back to reality all thanks to gravity

Plucked away from the  tragedy thrown back into sanity

Past proclivities stuck in their insanity

As I walk away from them effortlessly

Disscinigrating swords and dissolving axes

While wounds healing and my heart's taxes

Withheld no more forever more as they are nevermore

She sleeps sound in my arms and the Raven still soars

Freely flying by her side

Tapping wing tips above clouds of lore

Feathers flaunting each other in stride

Wind washing away the acid beneath my skin

Flying above the valley of litter and craters I look down

Deserving souls trying to escape what keeps them down

The screams and cries that use to be my sound

Is now stuck in the minds of the confound

She pulled me up when she came to me

As my soul of sight lay near death

He looked up at her with concern for me

He knew with her now here he could heal in rest

I cried for his pain while for mine she did the same

Another page turned, another page stained

The Fool and the World's hearts now lay as one 

Two of a kind like the two of wands

Protecting Her

Care Bear

It Lay there
In her arm secure from concern
Keeping the demons at bay, teaching the Raven her way.
Embracing her delicate dreams.
Illuminating the Raven with it's velvet hearts rainbow light.
It wonders where the Raven is going protecting her precious slumber.

Silence

Walking through my mind my thoughts are stalked by her silence. I hear not the smile stringing my heart.
Drawn to her hidden voice but my arms cannot reach her ghostly notes.
Her hands memory on my shoulder out weighs the world on the other.
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The Lesson

The Lesson

by

Darragh The Poet

Now that wasn't all that hard, was it?

Now if she just knew the half of it.

Awaken by a wrapping at my door 

Taken from me this day the norm

Stumbling  I trail along the walls  to the door

Eyes plundered from sight months before

Greetings from a teacher, from a friend, greetings from a Godsend.

Reluctance from a student, from a cripple, irritant I can't mend.

Hands shaken and accolades shared

but its for this day I am unprepared

Elbow in my hand she guides me to my chair [.]

As I trace her arm down to where my back rests fair

She tells me of my new life to come and how it shall be

But right now I can't see anything so what's the point for me

Venturing to the car as sounds creep in I hear the days battles 

What awaits for me out there but chatters

My small view on a world so expansive 

No conformation of the steps ahead of me

Sitting in her car as we travel into the depths of hell as my head begins to swirl

The window lowered while my subconscious unknowingly absorbs the speaking world

Approaching our destination from circles traveled and many stops passed

Finally coming to rest in a place no more familiar than the memories to come ever-last

I step out from the car into this new jungle, this new planet

Unfold my cane using two tap skim to fan it

Back and fourth in step to find my shoreline

Barking dogs, speeding cars, footfall of people are combined

I pause to listen to the world speak to me

As I hear a new way that is to be me

Wall of cars in the street stampeding by on the road like a herd of wild beasts 

Crossing signals chirp-ping high above on light poles like birds in the amazon singing in rain forrest trees from above.

She stands beside me and says this to me

Now that wasn't all that bad, was it?

I begin my trek through this jungle amongst the trees and wild beasts

Carving pathways and ruts to follow a path unseen

Tromping herds to my left and mountain sides on my right

And it is my dime tip telling me where to go

Pedestrians walking by in line in pace with life 

like soldiers marching to the neighboring kingdom on looking to us as though we were an oddity not to speak as to give away our obvious blindness and disability.

Rather a commodity and a new ability

Tapping sounds off sides of objects

Echoing down tunnels and off deadly cliff edges

Wind gusts breaking through openings and shadow sounds hiding in the dark

Marching soldiers gawking in awe as I alone conquer a new kingdom

An internal uprising to rebel against vision

My ears lead my feet as my cane makes  the split decision

A root exposed in the pathway and my feet graze over

Curb edges keep me in line as I carve my own path

Parking meters say hi as I pass and light poles hum their tunes

I come to the curb-cut and its domed dots of declaration

Wind of cars in stride intersected by crossing sounds of vehicles

I did it, I made it one city block I finally proclaimed this.

Now that wasn't all that hard, was it?

Now if she just knew the half of it.

Darragh Invades Irish Radio wanes

Hey readers,

Just wanted to share this interview I had Saturday morning for my poetry. Take a listen.

You can now download an mp3 of yesterday's interview from the following link.
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/1935309/Darragh%20O%27Riain.mp3

The interview runs to a little over 7 minutes.

Many thanks again.

Stuart.

A Blind Mind 03

Dances tango with a crooked mind
Taunts sleeps cousin
Balks in emotional construction
like
Google searching for the best results
A fiddle playing a tune of infinite possibilities
A Sunday paper left to the rain blending stories on the driveway
Seeing
Logic as it is fed.

A Blind Mind 02

It Hung there
Suffocated by rope from wool of the sheep
Catering impulses to limbs outstretched
Swims in blood sent against gravitys wishes
Tethered to earliest life instinct
The only thing to frighten everything.

A Blind Mind 01

Unbecoming, Unforgiving

Following, Misinforming , Draining

Non-mattering mushy matter

Algorithm

Blind Sight

Don't ask me what i think you look like.

Don't wonder what it must be like.

Every shape has a sound, smell, feel, ora. 

You look at me and see a male, average height, you smell my scent attributing to hygiene, and you hear my voice which lacks tact.

When i see you, i see voice. i smell your hatred, fear, jealousy, love, sincerity, and your future. 

I smell the grotesque, the true beauty which needs a paper bag to cover up reality. 

Your reality that no one is interested in. 

I smell the spit you spat in the faces of the unknowing whom needs sanctity in a boarded up 5 sided holy house themselves. 

Don't ask me what i think you look like.

Don't wonder what it must be like

What i see are things you are not ready for. 

Colors that manifest nightmares. 

Crawling out from under a floating bed on broken ground. 

Since i don't sleep on the floor. 

My touch gives me hope, gives me joy, it gives me darkness and pain. 

Dreams and tears. 

I walk on and in shadows daily. 

My shadow doesn't even know me. 

Don't ask me what i think you look like

Don't wonder what it must be like

The permanent burned image that runs from my sight whenever i look at it, taunting me. 

Smiles and wags its tail.

My left eye can't catch it though.

Futuristic colors of green, purple, and blue, morph and spiral constantly like the unborn childs dream. 

Northern lights show of the same that only show themselves when my mind needs them. 

Sleep? i am sleeping all the time. 

Somebody unplug this experiment so i can wake up.

Don't ask me what i think you look like

Don't wonder what it must be like

Bruised Time

Because of shared pains

Because they built frames

Because she cried for reverting

Because held his heart converting

Because he knew he could lose 

Time was bruised. 

Orchestra

Bliss is this to me.

 Steam setting softness, mystical memories melding

 An orchestra glances notes of love

 All worrisome infections healed from harmony

This is Bliss to me.

Cabernet

She enter's the park on a day that seems dark
With a basket of thoughts and a blanket thats sought.
She nestles down atop the green haven.
Circling in her mind liken to the Raven.
Slender sips of splendor on her lips
A smile wide as a mile but hidden all the while
She's searching for vision, listening for reason.
The Raven listens, Patient through the season.
Feeling connected through buttery Cabernet.