Revisiting That Mountain (5)
After promising to return,
you revisited the mountain.
The trails changes but the path the same.
Over rock and rubble,
and sin and trouble,
you made it back to the place you called once home.
And returning you grow warm
to the place you used to adore
the place raw and free it made you weep for more.
But it's changed
or is it still the same as it was?
Things are different of course, but the form is the same.
There's the rock
and there's the tree,
but gone is the hut of the home you remember.
How sterile it looks
and alone.
Until a tap at your shoulder:
might as well have been a boulder
that tore through your arm just the same.
And a smile and nod;
from the one you brought along
to show such a magnificent sight.
And they just like you
in this surrounding now confused
but they must agree that the path changed the view.
-Matthew Koutzun
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
When They Took You From That Mountain (4)
When They Took You From That Mountain (4)
No one would come you said,
it is a miracle you found the tip the first place you assured
when the knock came at the the door to the mountain.
You looked out from perfection
and could not see the light,
the grim figures hidden by their own shadows.
They rapped once more in impatience
you know why they're here,
they don't understand such alone beauty.
Now they're knocking down the door
and your crawling backwards from them on the floor
grasping the leaves and what's due from the morning.
And they've got you
and your clawing
and the Crows, ravens nevermore keep calling.
Your nails
in the floor
as they drag you swiftly out the door.
Taken from the home that you loved.
-Matthew Koutzun
No one would come you said,
it is a miracle you found the tip the first place you assured
when the knock came at the the door to the mountain.
You looked out from perfection
and could not see the light,
the grim figures hidden by their own shadows.
They rapped once more in impatience
you know why they're here,
they don't understand such alone beauty.
Now they're knocking down the door
and your crawling backwards from them on the floor
grasping the leaves and what's due from the morning.
And they've got you
and your clawing
and the Crows, ravens nevermore keep calling.
Your nails
in the floor
as they drag you swiftly out the door.
Taken from the home that you loved.
-Matthew Koutzun
When You Try To Leave That Mountain (3)
When You Try To Leave That Mountain (3)
Up on the hill,
nothing between you and the sky,
there's nothing to stop you or will.
All you survey
will all be yours one day
if you only give it all up right now.
And looking all around you
a smile in your heart
a heat in your hand
you can't recall when once you felt like this before.
The wind in your hair
and the soft in your eyes
the stone rocks in your chest taking flight.
It's where no one would come,
and yet here you are,
it's no place and yet it's your home.
-Matthew Koutzun
Up on the hill,
nothing between you and the sky,
there's nothing to stop you or will.
All you survey
will all be yours one day
if you only give it all up right now.
And looking all around you
a smile in your heart
a heat in your hand
you can't recall when once you felt like this before.
The wind in your hair
and the soft in your eyes
the stone rocks in your chest taking flight.
It's where no one would come,
and yet here you are,
it's no place and yet it's your home.
-Matthew Koutzun
When You Reach the Top of That Mountain (2)
When You Reach the Top of That Mountain (2)
Stepping over rock and bound
you climbed up the mountain.
Hate in your heart
and stagnant love in your chest
you pushed on up the mountain.
And crystal streams yeilded water
and for them you did not stop
what a reward you thought for all the bad you done if you drank.
And pushing onward and up
over boulder and tree
tears flowed hot then steamed cold as you saw it.
Clear blue sky and pearl soft clouds.
You made it and now you are home.
-Matthew Koutzun
Stepping over rock and bound
you climbed up the mountain.
Hate in your heart
and stagnant love in your chest
you pushed on up the mountain.
And crystal streams yeilded water
and for them you did not stop
what a reward you thought for all the bad you done if you drank.
And pushing onward and up
over boulder and tree
tears flowed hot then steamed cold as you saw it.
Clear blue sky and pearl soft clouds.
You made it and now you are home.
-Matthew Koutzun
When You Climb Up That Mountain (1)
When You Climb Up That Mountain (1)
Swimming in the valley
with pure petals snagged in hair,
you never thought you'd climb the mountain.
You danced in Autumn sun
and pranced in Winter snow,
never knowing the the spring would bring a hot thaw.
Ate roses from the vine
and drank serpentine straight
everyday the last and never was.
But the Summer has come
the sweet girl's lies have been revealed
and the mountain calls a name for you and it's yours.
-Matthew Koutzun
Swimming in the valley
with pure petals snagged in hair,
you never thought you'd climb the mountain.
You danced in Autumn sun
and pranced in Winter snow,
never knowing the the spring would bring a hot thaw.
Ate roses from the vine
and drank serpentine straight
everyday the last and never was.
But the Summer has come
the sweet girl's lies have been revealed
and the mountain calls a name for you and it's yours.
-Matthew Koutzun
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Catch:Caught
Catch:Caught
I'm catching myself,
in moments like these:
losing myself,
my neck craning to the side,
a tingle in my thighs
an ache to push forward
and beyond.
And I catch myself-
Liar.
I think.
You are much too dramatic.
"This feeling is much too verbose to be real.
It's made up in your mind,"
the net says to me as it snatches such time I've had
and steals it away.
But I whine,
"What if it's real?
What if the dream's not a lie?"
"How foolish you are.
Things without force-
things without weight-
things without touch-
lies you've made up
you silly fool."
"But they do touch me here"
Placed hand.
"And they pressure press here"
A firm grasp.
"And they deliever a blow, solid, always here..."
"See and I don't understand that...
I don't supposed I ever will,
so what do I do now?"
"I guess you'll just have to do
what you're meant to:
catch me when I fall when and if I do."
-Matthew Koutzun
I'm catching myself,
in moments like these:
losing myself,
my neck craning to the side,
a tingle in my thighs
an ache to push forward
and beyond.
And I catch myself-
Liar.
I think.
You are much too dramatic.
"This feeling is much too verbose to be real.
It's made up in your mind,"
the net says to me as it snatches such time I've had
and steals it away.
But I whine,
"What if it's real?
What if the dream's not a lie?"
"How foolish you are.
Things without force-
things without weight-
things without touch-
lies you've made up
you silly fool."
"But they do touch me here"
Placed hand.
"And they pressure press here"
A firm grasp.
"And they deliever a blow, solid, always here..."
"See and I don't understand that...
I don't supposed I ever will,
so what do I do now?"
"I guess you'll just have to do
what you're meant to:
catch me when I fall when and if I do."
-Matthew Koutzun
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