Johnny Cash and his swag
The Mountain
The Mountain
Until the tears of heaven
wash me downhill,
mighty, relentless,
never sitting still,
I roll through
the dawn,
sliding down my mother’s back,
nestle in her grassy palms.
When the earth shakes,
roars and vanishes
the ground on
which I once
stood,
deep in the fiery gorge, I fall-
plummeting into the canyons,
a boulder plunging into
the stream which carries
pieces of me down,
down,
down-
stream,
eroding dreams
and distant memories
from once me’s, and once
before bound, pebbles now
sinking to the bottom of Lethe’s
riverbed. Perhaps you see me as a grain
of sand, wedged between the soles of your shoes,
I am still a mountain.
Poetry
Poetry is the infinite world of words. It is art for the blind. A voice for the mute. Music for the deaf. Politics for the powerless. Comfort in solitude. Poetry is the most accessible form of art, yet the most under-appreciated. That being said, I hope you can at least enjoy, if not understand, poetry.
-Cullan
This was written on a desk in one of my classrooms.
(Source: yimmyayo)
The largest moon in 18 years. Amazing.
