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 Sep 2021
Colm
The only voice I wish to hear
Like the padding of the deer
And the misty Falls approach in trees
Which whispers here, and
With wandering footprints, there

Like the only sky I've ever been
Before being rush back within
To an eternal indoors
Full of plastic stars which burn out slow
And the hum of air which,
Once conditioned, streams

It's such a beautiful sound, I see
Such a lovely thought, that now I feel
You, my flooded mind, in ears
Begs this of my most unsubtle me
Let me drown anew
In this memory, please
https://youtu.be/DEcjRr4jv1o

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Probably my favorite verse in this most unplanned set. 2/12
 Jul 2021
Colm
I once spoke freely with a joyous ease
A rippling sound which resembled wind
And the breeze in which entanglements kept
These trees her hair leaves even now I see

As nature speaks softly of many things
And calling turns echoes to the hills unseen
Your glance alone in anticipation of what
Still held me motionless as evergreen glades

Your phosphorus glowing eyes of stars
With limpid pools of wonderous means
No more than nothing or something or of
Yes moreso my mind with you how it pleads

For one more just conversation with me
Beneath moon and sky and days without eternity
By the grasp of mother natures ask into air I speak
Begging these eyes for another moment to see
I met you here, over three years ago.




Come back?
 Jan 2021
Colm
You'd sooner see the ease of shaking the trees
and demanding that the leaves fall
(prematurely)
rather than rushing to find
She who was not ready to be found
https://youtu.be/2CfOrz-kJxA

We won't talk again
 Jan 2021
Colm
..Hug the world and..
E   M   B   R   A   C   E
You don't have to love
Lose your steadfastness
Or even change the un
Be true and moral, grace
Tolerate, don't cheat or hate
https://youtu.be/xMo-lLL2Pug
 Dec 2016
Nemo W
Flashed across the dark veil of night
He lit up the sky like my God
but only for a brief second
then he was gone

I roared my thunder
and he responded in bright epiphany
how i wish he would stay to light up my sky
but he's too afraid to stick around and
be consumed by my roar

I'll wait for him in my storm
Response to Sean Scribbles' poem "She Is Thunder"

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