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Colm Feb 2021
The night won’t look the same
        It hasn’t since
You up and walked the stars into another man’s cave
        Where your flames embrace
        A future warm without
        The same old sky of me
So cold
Cold memories are cold
Colm Feb 2021
Not every verse has to be a journey
Not every person a means of influence for you
So take care of that smallness — of mind
midst package — I pity your perspectiveless, less, untrue
I too am a judger when it comes to my own actions and fate. And though I'm not perfect, or even close to correct all the time, I do try. Always when interacting with the world outside of my own, and others, to be gracious and decent. To be both forgiving and giving in regards to space.

Were your comments meant in kind? Oh certainly. But your smallness of mind is what remains most telling. Take care.
Colm Feb 2021
Found is no more where I am
No less than before the thought

In us there is this lie of nothing
Yet in something I find myself more lost

Remeber then and in being between true
The realization of what could be

Directionally guided are we when
Left is right, up is down, and I am you
The last line was the prompt
Colm Feb 2021
When I least expect
Your presence to be
Without longing or desire
Or conscious choice
Without all of these
Some mornings you'll appear
Out of fog and vale revealed
Almost sudden without warning or iniquities
You aree simply there
And I'm left wondering as to why
You chose once again to visit me
Not in the real but the realm of dreams
Left is right, up is down, and I am you
Colm Feb 2021
Waiting for you to rush into my life
Is like waiting for the seacrest to reach the base of the mountains
So instead I will stand and shift the earth
Or my feet which ever gives first
Sit only when you feel called to wait.
Colm Feb 2021
The further you get
from the vision of dream
.
The less you can see
clearly as a calm content being
..
Your own self currently therein
...
The further toward the inaction you grow
the more tree like you become
....
So BREAK FREE and be free
while you are still young
.....
Tomorrow is for old age and memory
I struggle with this, because memories can be such a powerful drug.
Colm Feb 2021
Raptures here in such
Open mouths, discussions sweet
As peppermint dreams,
Therein began still sipping
Less this noisy unknowing
Drink inspired. Tanka of the day.
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