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Colm Oct 2020
No fear calls my name
quite like the opportunity of you
does.

And in remembering this, and in the failures that
let the truest of minds remain
alive.

For in the most quiet of conveniences found
there is only the one thing which I truly
distain.

And that being is of no importance or remembrance worthy, compared to the one who now calls my
name.
Flow like the waters. Please.
Colm Oct 2020
The same old tables know my name

And memories felt

In feelings like young hands first touch

Return in eyes one and the same

In creation, I create

And in hopeful optimism grow

Looking continually cut

Like the flowers by the highway lives

In wishing and where is why I tend to find

That you are the foremost thought of late

The only sonnet ever on my mind

In a humming truth like a vibrant bird

You are here most every time alive
If you could just see what I've become. I swear or will happily promise by high heavens, you'll like what you will find.
Colm Oct 2020
Every day I sit and wait
  to be paid so that I can sit and wait
   in public for thoughts to free themselves
    and hopefully migrate towards the future you
     who knows me not but wishes for these same things true
Colm Oct 2020
Your hair is sunlight fading slow
Kisses crashing on rocky outcrops
Skin a warming beach beneath
Where I dig and dig in sands of joy
And dream of sunsets underneath

In looking find and in knowing, know
You turn my fire to ember coals
My dreams to shallow shoals
In waiting seemingly never known
Your hair is sunlight ever fading slow
Your Body, A Vacation
Colm Oct 2020
He walks around all day and stays
With coffee veins and shining heart
And jazz whisking his head away
As show through 8-8-8
Colm Oct 2020
How far does the waning songbird ring
How unheard of long the song which calls you home

you know?
Colm Oct 2020
I peer into the night
The dark of thought
Of wonderment
And
Reaching into the vastness
Of what ought to be the sky
Pull the dawn into the existence
Of a more familiar set of eyes
Reaching, always reaching
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