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Colm Aug 2020
In August a breeze 
You are enraptured and free
Like hills clouded skies
Like stars in deepest oceans
And like rain in Auburn eyes
So refreshing and light. Yes plesse.
Aug 2020 · 85
1700
Colm Aug 2020
By the height of skyscrapers
These glorious buildings glowing brightly in the New York sky
Though people wouldn't know it of me
(my alone if they tried)
Someday perhaps you'll come to realize this
and in seeing (through the glass) notice
That I was here all along standing quietly beside
Verse number 1700 for me (at least here).

It's about my height, lol.
Colm Aug 2020
Your clouds need not seek
Just as shadows need not flee
From the falling rain
All that a running soul needs
Is to in acceptance be
A tanka for those who are tired and in need of rest. To reassure the weary that their time of rejuvenation will come. Be it tomorrow or in eternity. Free.

God bless.
Aug 2020 · 1.2k
Feelsworth
Colm Aug 2020
Waves, cutting snow, soaring star beams incomplete
From the ocean lows to the burning hot asphalt sharp beneath
And in running these risers with both fire and ferocity shown
Burn brighter than moons and more fervently than fires
Over a misty river breath breathed out all at once alone
Just as rings of power are now deadened by time
I cannot even begin to describe
These feelings of mine
I cannot even begin
Aug 2020 · 452
Beneath The Irish Sun Alive
Colm Aug 2020
I used to run across the Moherian cliffs
And jump to catch the first sunlight nether wisps
As they twinkled like dawning fireflies shone
In the jar of a hopeful wish
For as just as in your hand there mine own exists
Con·tent·edly
https://youtu.be/W1PoiyRFrUI
Aug 2020 · 423
How Writing (Told) Goes
Colm Aug 2020
Give me nothing
But time
Everything within

  This wanting to be of something
    And there will be neither writing
Nor ending

   For a summer storm

But combined

      And in giving me a required aim
  When there is sound to be found

And creation to pro

  Then the writing will flow
As if out of a struck desert stone
      And swell
How Writing (Told) Goes
Aug 2020 · 121
MONOLOGUE I
Colm Aug 2020
You are not just the hero within the pages of your own story. You are the vessel of intuition. The growing understanding of self-undiscovered, be it in the conscious or unconscious arena. Competing with all under the sun. You live not to forget or yourself become the great shining deeds by which you may never achieve relics. But to bear witness to the self and its finite attempts to grow steadily alongside the tree of life. And in standing therein, rooted, smile at your own death. Knowing a more practical end awaits you moving.
Though not everyone is aware of it, or even capable of such contemplation. We are all so very different. With our many vice-passions and obsessions.

Enjoy.
Colm Aug 2020
There are no good old days (plural).
There is only the day you are having now (singular).
And death is all over yesterday.
A three line pill - swallow it self
Aug 2020 · 50
Goodbye Ocean
Colm Aug 2020
It’s not that time
In its infinite wisdom
Healed anything or all that was crashing between my ears
No
It’s more that I chose
To wash away the sands of scent and memory
And to let you go
Adios
Used to be so true, but now it's just a tune. LOL. Adios.

https://youtu.be/s1tAYmMjLdY
Colm Aug 2020
I remember you
Your sound, your tempered speech
Reading Pausch by the beach
You set me free
To smile again
Miss Serendipity
Aug 2020 · 40
What He Does
Colm Aug 2020
There is a self amongst confusion
A sewing madman obsessed with lines
Who quietly, secretly
Wishes for nothing more than quiet
And the resulting therein
Which goes along with
The breaking of time
After Hours
Colm Aug 2020
When the morning is an aging mist
Which catches deep inside my hollow chest
Like the sleep brought about once fast and past
Like smoke rings bellowing from a chimney stack
Ever emptying out

Until sky then holds no hands
And the earth will not coincide with any of mine
Once again, and so
I will not be found, let alone in peace reside  
So long as this morning mist persists in mind

Detachment has a name called me
I own it, and it is one of mine
https://imgur.com/JNonU6B
Aug 2020 · 69
A Colored Coin
Colm Aug 2020
Who am I to say what I need
What color my feelings are painted today
On this time and dime turned
Like a coin thrown down
Who am I to say what I’m becoming now
?
Colm Aug 2020
I want to burn every day
Like the sunlight in August until the end
When the October sky says no more to time
And the earth stands still as I know it in holding will

Until that day arrives
I want this burning in my life
Every day from now until October. I have a goal. I have work to do. I must hurry.
Colm Jul 2020
The only thing
To regret of this dream
Is in the waking up
The moving of
And the wanting to remember
What I never can
Hmmm....
Jul 2020 · 231
Regarding Feelings Felt
Colm Jul 2020
When I think about it. Like the dawn forgotten. Such feelings begin before we're even aware of them. Grow before we can even control them. And usually break before we could begin to explain them. Steadily forward and with a vision of hope, we all flow and have feelings floating around in our heads. Well most.
Hmm....
Jul 2020 · 91
We Are All Rivers
Colm Jul 2020
Ashes and wind
Dust and sand
In quiet and wishes and yet to knows

Just as with a snowfall your nothing begins
And happens upon our truth by happenstance
It is with melting direction which we flow

Unseen until our steady decline has since passed us by
We are all rivers in the sense of I
Attempting to lead ourselves to an ocean somewhere far below
How Love Flows
Colm Jul 2020
If the tides of hatred ever crashed, over my heart with such ferocity, that I cannot swim or dry off their lasting affects therein. Then I will quit this concrete race to the death, and die on my own terms further within. Though my only friend be this inland wind. Somewhere there where the spray of a freshwater fray, is more friendly to me than a million duplicitous greetings beside. And so away from the edge of the earth I fly.
I would. If such were me.
Jul 2020 · 75
Free
Colm Jul 2020
Free is not always true of you
Just as you were not always in being true
With your heavy water, steel, and stone
A building soul is never built
Or in mind first being with others freed
One day you'll learn all of you is me
SIX LINES

These four are for noone. But hopefully enjoyed by someone. (:

Be well!
Jul 2020 · 121
Want
Colm Jul 2020
Want is not of the most natural, always
And in line with the intended almost never found
Beneath the trees or above the sky
You'd be more in lost finding
Searching words for books
For in losing this you will surely find
SIX LINE

A tertiary thought
Jul 2020 · 66
Fear
Colm Jul 2020
Fear is not more costly than loss
And in finding that we cannot fly
Half so well as we like to think about
Let alone try
It is the grounded meaning and by which
That we learn of the proportioned sky above
SIX LINES

Just one of many
Jul 2020 · 45
Beauty
Colm Jul 2020
Beauty is not a belief
But a streaming reflection
Growing and widening into a river
And ultimately the sea
Or at least so your flowing has been
Seen
SIX LINES

"You widen my sight
And when I look at you, see"

https://youtu.be/BQu8-SyBGGY
Jul 2020 · 34
Rooted Deep In Self
Colm Jul 2020
My strength is like a weathered tree
Though shanken on the surface blown
And thrown about in raptures occasionally
Your summer storm will not shake me
Or in my roots well known, feel anything
You will not shake me. Not now or ever.

(:
Colm Jul 2020
The hope comes around
Like the twilight gleaming
And flickers in eyes unbeknownst to each other’s being
Ten years at least, and this "cold nostalgia still chills me to the bone"
Jul 2020 · 32
Highway Flowers
Colm Jul 2020
One more day
One more breath
One more second yet to pass by me
In exhaling exuberance of life and living fast
I am tired of seeing
And by roadsides existing
Not stopping to smell thoroughly
Such quiet flowers by the wayside
Passing myself by
This is me
I'm ready to breathe again. These last few weeks have been high pressure, full of personal expectation, and muggy. I'm ready for a change. A change.
Jul 2020 · 46
Father, Son
Colm Jul 2020
Someday very soon
I’ll look back through the eyes of memory at you
And remember when you made your world yours

Dry as ink
I’ve yet to write
Colm Jul 2020
Jaded doesn’t describe me this
Crystallized heart and
Falling sound somethingness
Crashing like gentle leavings
Down and full of truth relived
Inevitable Fall
Jul 2020 · 43
And All I Need Is Sleep
Colm Jul 2020
My sleep is not like rivers
l   o   n   g
My winded song without vigor strums
And wavers desperately along
In search of a lengthy bend to break
And all I need is sleep
Jul 2020 · 56
The Things Nobody Sees
Colm Jul 2020
There is no wear and tear
   Quite like the rebuilding of a man
      In the dark and quiet isolation of try
      Beneath it all
   These are the things nobody sees
His skies
Jul 2020 · 80
Ingenue
Colm Jul 2020
I dream of a world
Where you hear my words
Letting me wander until my oceans run dry
And then in your arms up stream hold still
And onto everything grasp
As if in every river you wanted to dive
Hear me, here. Hold me.
Colm Jul 2020
A wish is just the absence of a realization.

Just as the night is just the absence of the sun, which ignites our minds to breathe.

Just as I wish that I'd realized this sooner.

Yes, even I am susceptible to life itself.

Espdcially me.
Being is who we are in that moment, growing.
Jul 2020 · 21
The Great Pretenders
Colm Jul 2020
When you dont know who you're supposed to be
Or of yourself whatever was indefinitely
Remember this
Nobody does
Ever
Colm Jul 2020
It's September veiled
And Atlantic shale beneath
And saltwater words
In the presence of those who
No longer need breath to speak
Love that view. Envy that feeling.
Colm Jul 2020
Convince yourself there
To be happy and then be
Where noone remains
Jul 2020 · 56
A Wooded Childhood
Colm Jul 2020
It's sanded pine
Near endless time
And summers spent on nothing at all
An investment there in the gracious fade
Of seasons without age
And a blending of being
In with the trees which seek to cover all

And so it remains in my memory min
And in the ambitiousness of man
Which knowins no end
And so its been it's been
Until the circle if we begins again
I like the woods. Always have.
Colm Jul 2020
Clear is not a dream to me
But a real aspiration
No more desire to hide
But to be true though and through
And yet as complex as the turning summer sky embued
I wake
And am not without crashing storms embrace
Become free
https://youtu.be/XDpoBc8t6gE
Jul 2020 · 34
When Your Cellphone Dies
Colm Jul 2020
Sometimes to disconnect from the world
You need to realize
That although (you're alone)
You are forever most a human
Not a planet in and of yourself
Alonez
Jul 2020 · 27
Dreams Can Kill (A Haiku)
Colm Jul 2020
Dream of your something
Long enough and you'll die there
In your bed of made
Jul 2020 · 25
We Want What We Think
Colm Jul 2020
Desire is the strongest drug
Noone can tame
Nor wants to try

For once embedded
And for real
It's seemingly forever there in mind

Even if it's only a memory now

It was
Yeep
Jul 2020 · 44
From An Emphatical Man
Colm Jul 2020
It's not that opinions
(much like rushed sculptures)
Are always unattractive
But it's the forceful hatred behind the hands
Which makes me sick of seeing the resurfacing you
Over and over
Again and again

And yet in this stage of life
I dont hate you
Nearly as much as you hate them
Which is sad.
Jul 2020 · 20
Sleep Away From Self
Colm Jul 2020
Sick of myself
Doesn't speak to half
Of how ready I am for a few hours of nonexistence
Consciousness gets tiring every few week.
Jul 2020 · 33
Casting Is Like Flying
Colm Jul 2020
The tensions slips
And in an instant the air whips vibrant
Most churning colors in the July sky
Offset the black outline
Of a spry nymph in flight

Who was I to wake and think that I
Wouldn't be the one to fly
When I was
With the right music that is.
Jul 2020 · 31
When You Walk On By
Colm Jul 2020
As you walk on by
I forget about being
And in this unknowing seeing
What it means to not breathe for an instant
And for a heart to stop beating so suddenly

As if in the middle of a cold river running
You are a full stop for tumbling me
Before cascading into a crescendo fall
With a humming of sound
And a harmonica drum

Lost is a wonderful place to be
Near you
Like a summer storm.
Colm Jul 2020
With memories mine
Soaring higher than kites in the sky
How I yearn to hear the winter fireflies glide
Flickering in the December sparks ignite
"Maybe, just maybe, I'll come home"

https://youtu.be/CVUOTzoVeZA
Jul 2020 · 55
A Punch
Colm Jul 2020
The feeling of looking forward
Is the strongest drug
Which doesn’t require moving
Anywhere at all
Dear self - MOVE!
Colm Jul 2020
Saying that I’m selfish    with you
    Is an understatement of time
Such as it’s not worth mentioning
    A waste
Such an obvious case    of want    and wanting
Colm Jul 2020
Nothing has a name
More beautiful than green trees
Seeping like strong tea
Over stirring waters round
And quiet eyes beside found
https://youtu.be/CQklNpxP0D8?t=48
Colm Jul 2020
Footprints running thin
Is a heavy weight lifted
From my following
Free (:
Colm Jul 2020
Do we share this memory ?
Have awakened with horror from this dream ?
Unable to see ?
That intent is always sewn halfway up to the sky alive ?

Are you there with your conscious eyes ?
Do you look for me as I still look yet ?
Or are my shoulders just another silhouette ?
Another shadow in the sky to forget ?
https://youtu.be/e0GG_PWEYtI
Colm Jul 2020
It's sanded pine
Near endless time
And summers spent on nothing at all
An investment in the gracious fade
Of seasons without age
And a blend of being
Over the trees which seek to cover all

No land knows not of over reach
Of these human ways which mingle in
And char the dirt like blackened earth
And yet the mother forgives us
Again and again for the feeling of grace
And the ambitiousness of man
Which know no end

And so
We begin again
More musing about this third rock
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