Colm - Hello Poetry

Colm Dec 2020

Would I say it then
If given the chance?
And risk the inevitable nothing
Would you

Give up all the unknowing and happenstance
To be with me alive
And for more than for this one instance
In mind

If yesterday was just a blink of an eye
And a new future we could hold creates itself
Would you?
Would you be mine

https://youtu.be/TS1c_sRqUrY

Colm Dec 2020

Chilled Coffee In Warm Hands

Snow knows no depth
Nor showers embrace
Like the sea at peace
Or the rivers mid run

For the coldest thing
Ever moreso than
These distant relatives embrace
Is this coffee in hand

It is happily so

[chilled to perfection]

Cold Coffee is gold.

Also - Here's the best Christmas song of the decade:
https://youtu.be/ozXb10fOi2A

Colm Dec 2020

Breathing In Cold Circles

My heart knows no hatred
My loss no existence
There is only snow, and ash, and rain, and waters flow
In this directional way no more
I am contented and lost
Happily there with what I do and do not know

https://youtu.be/U289oHsEe6Q

I really struggle sometimes. To pause the thought, to be in the moment, etc. But this song really gets me for whatever reason.

So? So I gift it to you. Have cigar. Even if you don't smoke. The taste of life is what really matters.

Colm Dec 2020

Be Still My Wishful Failure Of A Heart [at seeing you]

I told my heartbeat not to beat
To hold its breath in quietness
And keep its chest in evenness
I told my heartbeat not to beat
And yet it has betrayed me still
By not being even but in a mess

[at seeing you]

I love [this]

Colm Dec 2020

Battlefield

The day it's easy
To convey such depth
Is the invested day
Vested far beyond this
And is fiercely won

Words and meanings

Colm Dec 2020

Bending Time and Song

I wish that time itself
Were a different meaning
A commodity I could bend and turn
Into a completely different existence being
And in nonsense found
The most sensible singers
Pleading to be heard again, together and
In such looks there can only be the one understandable meaning meant
You glance is haunting
And our seeing is what leads me to be
What nudges me towards believing

Colm Dec 2020

Loss of Sensation

I don't want much
Or need another to hold my hand
There's not much left to be found of us
(Thank God)
I just want to taste
I just want to be able to smell the sky again

A virus