#peaks
High above the valley
Nestled amongst the trees;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.
Shining down from the peaks
In the afterglow of the moon;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.
From the bough an echo whispers
Like the song the swallow sings;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.
On bright & sunny days
I grieve the hardest then;
There's a memory,
There's a memory.
Happy memories
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
It
doesn't
matter who
reaches the top
of the mountain first
because eventually we
will all be buried beneath it.
We're just racing towards death.
If you're always trying to reach the top,
you never really get there. There will always
be another peak to climb, and you can't stay above
tree line forever. Also, the hail storm in the valley won't
last forever. So you hunker down and ride it out. Finally, if the
journey is the destination, you'll always be on top of the mountain.
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 3:56 PM UTC
The sun must have reached low to prepare
our paths, as we walked those grandeur
streets, how it simmered the wind mild
and warm, to embrace the moment as its child;
how it forged halos around your cheeks
as you smiled, painting heaven on those peaks
& august bloomed in the lake, where my hand
kissed your fluttering feet—I felt it expand
till it was too leaden for my palms, and it drained
away into a moment in time, but you remained,
steeped in memories & my deliquesced heart
whose tides would fail to let you sail apart.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
where is the end
everyone has their own
everything is included
flowing waters will find their end and last droplet
winged beasts will land one last time
clouds in the heavens will rain no more
where is the end
fish in all waters will complete their last swim
insects crawling and buzzing about will settle in at last
wheat, corn, and all plants can't take the lack of liquid
mountain peaks, rolling hills, great vast plains hear nothing
where is the end
is there an end
waters may never find that last drop
beasts of the air may never land
rain will always be
fish swimming in the waters will be there
all plants will drink in the moisture of the land
mountain peaks, rolling hills, great vast plains will be listening
we can stop the end
we ALL can stop the end...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 115
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC
We climb mountains to see the sun, but the sun remains the same – outside our grasp.
So we tell ourselves it's the effort that counts, consoling our defeated souls of peaks we can't comprehend.
At the mountaintop, cold and hungry, we warm our hearts with sweet-nothings.
Our feet are planted on the ground yet we feel as if we've reached the top.
We forever hold on to this hope – the ideals of peaks, as we live and die racing towards the unachievable sky.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
What's a world without hatred,
What's a world without love?
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
The sun is rising and peaking in amongst the misty morning clouds
The rains, from last night, left the air pure and dust-free
Rays of light, penetrating that mist leaving bright and clear shadows on the peaks of the western mountains
Nature has a way of presenting each new day
Each new day has a way of delivering a new experience
That new experience will help someone today
Someone today will witness a new beginning
The new beginning that a new morning will bring
Brian Hill - 2019 # 185
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
^
you
inspire
impact me
so invigorating
you raise me high
from the deepest valley
to soaring peaks of love & life
pointing me in the right direction
all I have
all I want
all I need
vitalizing
inspiration
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
Even as s single man
I can't stand
Places like Twin Peaks and *******
The only woman that should make me want to peak
In public
Is my wife/girlfriend
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
Ketamine dreams,
induced narcoleptic nightmares,
poles of northern impulses,
and southern stupors.
My equator's equilibrium,
and my catatonic control,
each one in the same,
yet far from reach.
A squeeze of a lime,
its fresh sour scent,
atop three fingers of gin,
match the burn of my cuts,
and i feel once again.
Cocktail straws set aside,
stirring fingers dull discomfort after a lick,
"three more limes please, barkeep",
it's now triple the pain i seek,
tolerance & your fickle itch.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
No happy man ever said to me
"Because I'm happy it will always be so"
For in reality
Without the highest of highs and the valleys below to balance them out
How else are we to take in the sight or learn to see?
Without first having discovered both the lie and the mystery
Within such peaks and valleys
The highs and lows
The mountains and holes.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
When I reach the ridgetop on the way to the summit, the wind & views of the vast expanse of jagged snowy peaks Breathe life into me.
Heart thumping, no dead feeling inside today.
How long the dark smothering cloud stays away...a mystery
A wolverine! He brought me goosebumps.
Extremely lucky if only for a moment...but I have no luck & only a few bucks
The trees, the snow, the breeze, a grand show
As I glissade...pure happiness
My kind of descent, avoiding the dark plunge for now
Is adventure the only thing that saves me?
Next day soreness so satisfying
But happiness is only a state of mind, fleeting
Ill have to climb out of those depths again
But for a while a depression cure
Until another journey when I'll take those steps again
A rise within....
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
Dipped in deep waters
I clawed back reality
Awhile I may breathe
This air clean of depression
After climbing the mountain
So high it towered
Before my weary eyelids
That batted esteem
The fangs I felt retracted
From cocoon in moonlight hue
Now the rainbow light
Breaks through the darkest hours
To answer my plight
The angels watch over me
I feel them on the summit
I will remember
Plummeting to their darkness
This sonnet of love
Embracing the shadows tall
Falling with the holy grace
Of mortality
I journey through the abyss
Illuminated
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:44 AM UTC
songbirds twitter within the acoustic enclave of my mind.
only when I've galvanized myself with the looming shadow
of nothingness,
a dark initiative,
something life-denying
and yet
spoken loudly to be spoken away
do I learn the language of redemption.
only when the darkness is embraced
can one gaze beyond its shoulder,
ready to climb the next mountain
and descend into the next valley
with no recrimination
towards the you in you
that's hurting
you.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
Hilly areas are really beautiful,
And the peaks are breathtaking.
The crevices are often so deep,
And the peaks so very luscious.
Her hills are missed by me,
And the cool, dark peaks too.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
I need more reason
I need more rhyme
I need more trophies to validate time
I need more money
I need more school
I need more people to tell me what's cool
I need more power
I need more laws
I need more effect to satisfy cause
So apparently:
I need more love
I need more vision
For the Peaks I needed and the reasons I didn't
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
It is in love that this world makes sense
It is in love, this life’s essence
My soul mate, O my love, my friend
Together our lives now securely blend
We are together in our joys and grief
In this journey of meadows and of peaks
O soul mate, what a mystery unknown
To us that in this deeper love is shown
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
The mist rolls in
and the sun comes out,
the flowers bloom
and the wylde things shout.
The beasts roam
and the thunder quakes,
the stars dance as one
the ground beneath begins to shake.
The calming air
the wondrous air
the peaceful air.
Ode to the beauty of this fresh
mountain air.
The cool breeze so fair
flowing steadily
from the mighty peaks
Of earth and sky
rock and water,
ever does it reek.
The green of the hills
And the shiver
of the river's chills
The sounds of the forest
and the roar of the beasts
Ode to you oh ye so fair
Ode to you
oh perfect mountain air.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Today is the day. As in customary, we shall start with the weather: The morning is clear and cool, the sunshine weak but well-meaning, the wind sweet but sharp and the trees green and chatty.
This day has been a long time coming. This day has. For too long it has skulking amongst the future pages of some misplaced internal diary. It's long shadow has been edged with fear, dreaded like an exam. Said fear melts away like yesterday's clouds, replaced by sunny optimism, for this date is now set in stone, frozen hard over night it now stares me down with oblique neutrality.
I'm not going anywhere, it whispers softly. You're fears are misplaced. Your fear of me is a your fear of death. Useful up to a point - but essentially irrational. Whatever will be will be and it will today.
The morning gather pace and after momentary brief salutations and briefer negotiations the train is boarded. The destination: no one knows. We know the names but they seem oddly sterile now, the sound cold hard lumps in our mouths, currency worn smooth: Edale, the pennines, the peaks, Absorbic. Citric. Folic, Formic Carbonic. Sulphuric. Deoxyribonucleic, Lysergic. Acid.
The absurd signposts of anonymous hamlets lazily swing by with increasing rapidity, blurring into one like the blades of a helicopter.
Post-industrial scabs and sores instantly give way to merry bucolic splendor as itchy, thick balaclava of the city in torn away. Laugh about nothing as we are hurled headlong into some postcard image of an England long lost between 'then' and 'now' where trees sing, walls are dry-stone and happy cows and sheep await noble, happy deaths; all wrapped in honey-coloured sunshine.
Rolling mounds of soft green matter undulate gently to a halt, and we emerge intrepid coloniser of a galaxy far far away. Locals eye us warily, the hot sun looks down angrily now. The baking mud coughs dust in our eyes and yellow spears of dead grass stab our tender shins. The warm fuzzy nostalgia that we are draped in gives way to...something else. Illogical patterns snake across verdant valleys, breathing and twitching. Harsh blue sky melts into hazy horizon, like oil on water. Panic sets in.
Pleading looks are exchanged and whilst reassurance is sought, none is found. Each gaunt face is scoured for hints of strength. Leaderless we wade through a sea of shimmering heat, collecting beads of sweat, losing hope of succour. We seek solace in plastic pound-shop distractions, only to find we are rendered too numbskulled to operate children's toys. Terror turns to horror. The yawning maw of madness, death is now so close we are caressed by it's putrid breath...
Release! Baking savannah morphs to cool, mottled-green grotto and everything has already changed. All is bathed in verdant peace and ears can feel the cool lapping of a friendly stream.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
This my our journey.
Ice...
Jutting miles towards the heavens.
Above the jet stream.
Higher than most airliners fly,
Up and beyond,
The pinnacle of our love,
Is the closet to the stars.
I am lured by its magnificence,
I am attracted by the challenge.
Even though there is a chance,
I wont survive.
Storm winds blow 100 miles per hour,
Pounding it's victims,
With triple digit wind chills,
And zero visibility.
Every climber dies a little.
Fighting a losing battle against cachexia,
Because above 18 000 feet,
Cuts never heal,
The body depletes,
The air is so dry,
A cough literally fractures a ribs.
Weathering such unfriendly conditions
Is...
The ultimate test.
There is a 99% chance,
That I'll fail the quest.
But I promise
I'll do,
My best.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC