Liam O'Brien Poems

I dreamed I saw a weathered man
Who spoke truths of times forgotten,
Who spoke truths before time began.
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Upon the dreaded beach I sit,
Though few do share my fear of it,
Alone as though I am unfit
Or worthy to accompany.
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A silhouette against the night-time sky,
A deeper black than midnight shows,
Betrayed the presence of a man
Who sat to contemplate his woes.
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For forgiveness I ask,
Yet is it forgiveness that I want?
Or merely to feel good?
To feel like I have done my duty?
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These words are images yet to see
Of a room inhabited by figures three,
Reminders of events known to be
Common, repeated through time.
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The low wheezing of the tired man
Was soft enough to be the breeze-
Waiting there with outstretched hands,
Waiting there on blunted knees
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Renew my faith,
My faith in men.

I've seen the best and worst,
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Sitting there amongst the flowers
Silently, a maiden young.
Sitting there awake but dreaming
Silently, a maiden young.
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I stood upon the mountaintop,
My view was of the world
Yet my focus was in the air
Following the free, the birds.
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My lords and ladies, knights and squires,
Tonight shall see ye bask in fires
That do not light until the day
Has passed and is gone on its way
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