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Nov 2019 · 277
A Modern Day Proverb
Colm Nov 2019
You know
There’s nothing more terrifying than you
There’s nothing more understood than me
There’s nothing more worth noting than us
And there’s nothing without the one who sets us free
A Modern Day Proverb
Nov 2019 · 428
1250
Colm Nov 2019
No bound amount of times compress
Could pressurized this want in me

Leaving other lovers not by the wayside
But with a future of their own to be

Arise and fall, my beating chest
With a breath anew and deep words to breathe

Let me not invest in unstanding still
But in a redemptive song bursting forth, wild and free
Pretty sure I've surpassed the 3k lifetime verse milestone. Feels good, feels free.

To be my truest me.
Colm Nov 2019
Rest your face in these hands of mine
No grasp or claspe necessary
As steaming whisps escape your peppermint lips
I realize this
That you aren't even close to a distant memory, no
You are just as clay
A white lipped cup of herbal tea
Intoxicating and soothing
Dulcetly flooding all of these cold November senses in me
A younger me didn't write like this. A younger me didn't enjoy IT this much.

XD

Her, Most Beautiful, Peppermint Tea

Claycupseries
Nov 2019 · 469
A Chilling Exhaustion
Colm Nov 2019
Sleep seeps from my finger tips
With chilling thoughts, my mind amiss
No matter how much heat I ingest
I digress, and fade into cold extremities
Only a few times, have I know
The name of tired as well as this
A Chilling Exhaustion
Nov 2019 · 468
Red Castles
Colm Nov 2019
Red castles crash and fall
Midst green pines standing tall

As the last summers memory outlasts
This autumn death befalls
Red Castles
Nov 2019 · 231
How Words Appear
Colm Nov 2019
I was walking
Down a path of premeditated evergreen
Kicking at pinecones with a well-known song
When you came along
And in looking down at this discovery
Not that you fell too far for me
But there you were
Most beautiful and suddenly
There and aware
You became known to me
Suddenly they appear... What a wonderful way to live life.
Nov 2019 · 371
PS427
Colm Nov 2019
As deep calls to deep
Earth to sky
Heart to clearing mind
Clouded atmosphere to crying eyes
So also does my breath in quiet panting
Catch itself within my chest
When you are revealed in celestial being as
And your starlight veil has come to pass
Really pretty vision
Nov 2019 · 289
Justice To Challenge
Colm Nov 2019
Justice isn't yours to challenge
Observe the only change with ease
It's best to simply let it be
As when you're not involved
In the sinfulness of it all
Don't let your mind wander for even a second
Instead be free, smile and flee
"Clean your room. And set your own house in order first, before trying to reorder the world."
-JBP
Colm Nov 2019
Volley with the moon
A ball
.
Stretch as horizons
Stretching out
..
Leap until the stars, your ears
Are all about
...
And never fall
Push back the creeping ground
....
When you’re tall, be tall
And strong
.....
When your voice is alive with song
Sing loud
......
And when they say, your hammer strike has lost its might
Pour down a rain of blows like a bursting cloud
.......
Showing all the might and rush of youth
In a Springtime unexpected so soon
........
No anvil ever lived without a thousand strikes
Or snowfall ever cared for open eyes
.........
Because where you see them looking up
Strike, with a forceful meaningful down
..........
As if we were never meant to be
Anything but alive
...........
Arise, and find your former self
Awake alive, your hammer rise
Wow, this one really exploded off the tongue. I don't usually do this, but here's what it means to me.

The dots show progression, a line by line growth of boldness and spirit.

As for the individual sentences - You should practice often, and stretch regularly in reflection. Dreaming for yourself, big dreams (this is the best way to live). And in your pursuit, you shouldn't be calling a failure a failure. Instead push back and learn from your mistakes. When you are something, embrace it. When you have cause for joy, be joyful. And when your joy is contested; push back and battle through adversity. Show the hungry newcomers that their youth is no match for your seasoned fire. Just as no winner has ever won anything, first without the loss. And when the time comes to execute, let yourself be free to unleash fury. Competing with a vengeance that'll show you your body, mind and soul aligned. Here I call you to action, my most passionate self. Arise.

I love competing.
Colm Nov 2019
Long walks
Cloudy eyes
Quiet thoughts of you in mind

The Atlantic turning like a phantom fog
With dark words beneath, and even brighter skies

To illuminate the hopeful flame
Of the flickering all, of all once kind

Know that these waters turn for you
And in hindsight turn, for me and mine
Walking along the high tide line, watching the Atlantic from the side lines.

One of my favs:
https://youtu.be/s_Lv8z9RuPA
Nov 2019 · 494
Empathic
Colm Nov 2019
It's not that I have a right
To avoid it or be scared
Its just that no matter how hard I try
And ignore it
I can feel the emotions in the air
Empath
Nov 2019 · 427
When : Shadows Come (3)
Colm Nov 2019
When the realization casts itself like a line or shadow in between
Be it falling fast or stretched out in front with steady meaning
There is no height too high, nor fear too great
No better time or opportune place
There is only this, the height, the fall
And those opposed who choose to jump from such a height
In truth, the fearless never notice their shadow
The fearless jump, they never fall
This one was a long time coming. It's the final verse of this small set of three and it deals with fearlessness. Not being afraid to ask, to shine, to be.

It's about leadership to a small degree. But it's mostly about not hesitating when the things which you want the most is near.

Don't wait. Don't give in to fear.

Jumping is a choice. Falling is reactive.
Nov 2019 · 1.3k
When : Eclipse (2)
Colm Nov 2019
When you stand in the doorway
Beautifully outlined by its brightly lit rays
Your curves an eclipse of immaculate Dawn
The sight of you alone brings new contrast to day
Not all of these verses are about me. Like this one is about a simply beautiful sight. Quick and to the point like a passers-by.

Why is it that all of the prettiest sights never last for more than a few minutes?
Nov 2019 · 674
When : Becoming (1)
Colm Nov 2019
When you decide to fight
To battle back against the night and it's dying ways
Having seen the light which comes anew
To trump the lights of ever eave
When you've decided no longer to RUN but to BE
You will become as one
With every memory and hopeful dream
Which your childlike self ever dared to dream
When I was a kid, I dreamed of creating worlds and winning championships. BIG dreams for such a growing kid. And now I can say that I've been doing both of those things. (:

That's what this first verse in this series of three is about. Letting go of any worry and just completing. Giving it your all without fear of outcome and then being able to accept the results of that competition.

Stop running. Start being.

You'll never lose that way.
Nov 2019 · 254
Wanting Vs. Waiting
Colm Nov 2019
I'm fighting against my heart
In secret
I know it to be true
That I could just show up
At your door
And kiss
But no
That wouldn't be fair to either of us
Especially you
Sometimes what you want takes some time to find. And that means you have to let go of some very nice prospects here in the immediate.

Not that there's anything wrong with nice. But nice isn't extraordinary. A volcano can be nice to look at, but it can also **** you if you're on the island.

This is me not looking back, at a very nice and quaint sight.
Nov 2019 · 1.1k
We Were Eighteen
Colm Nov 2019
When Fabienne plays the harmonica
In that gently abiding way
My head turns ever so slight with memory
And my eyes gleam anew with river sheen
Walking down a path called contentment
I smile, and for a moment stay
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhj3or9T5nU&feature=youtu.be&t=144

Wow...
Nov 2019 · 246
Run
Colm Nov 2019
Run
If I knew
I would've done
If I'd known
I wouldn't have never ran away from it
Run Vs. Ran
Nov 2019 · 127
The Wait
Colm Nov 2019
No matter how much I change
Remain the same
See myself or lose sight
Try and fail
Fly by the seat of my words
Or not cry

No matter where I am
Or how much time I spend
In the vastness of mind
Or quietness of sleep

No noise contends
New sound remains
Or feeling fails to fall from the night sky

No matter who, or alone, or with, or why
Regardless of meaning or resolving on time

No indescribable thing reveals itself
When I'm ready, when I'm waiting, when I'm wanting to find
The wait
Colm Oct 2019
Your heart
Inspires my heart
To beat

To breathe steam clouds onto cold windows
To feel the distant sunlight rise into Peachtree skies

The sound, the hum
Of you a lone
Tunes my ears to hear
My thoughts to song

With its quiet corridors and cushioned chest
Rising like the waves of a coastal long

Soughing whispers in the subtle trees
Midst the waiving of the Auburn leaves

Our hopes a final parting leaf
On this, the last day of October joy

Know this

Your heart
Inspires my heart
To beat

From now until at last
Our distance is no more
We meet
I’ve been so busy with life. So involved in the details of my weakest traits. Keeping air in my lungs, money on my bills. So much so that I almost forgot to breathe. Almost forgot to try and become.
Oct 2019 · 768
When The Rain Clouds Burst
Colm Oct 2019
Where painted rivers pick apart
The rocks and earthy soil

Carve bolden paths into meadow lands
With a crashing winding coil

Puddles form
And land deforms
Opportunities rise
And tidings fall

As beneath the growing chaos storm
My mind unwound
How I cannot help but be feel now
When the rain clouds burst on the Texas soil
True story - And the storm held off, thank God

https://youtu.be/G0aTF8im2t0
Oct 2019 · 327
Shy
Colm Oct 2019
Shy
Sing songs of the mountains alive and well

Whisper soundless secrets of nothing and wind

Reach out beyond the starry distant clouds

Grasp straws at the ocean rivers flowing in

Hold back the new dawn with a concrete hand

Lift rain from its fallen puddling end

Declare time that itself shouldn't exist and then

Doing all of these things would be easier still, than summoning the courage to speak with you again
I'm shy
Colm Oct 2019
Cold trails
Dark sparks
Wood chips drowning beneath waving path
No time
No chance
No opportunity left to embark

I've missed the stars
The skyward boat
It's filling mast has sailed away
And I am left standing
Beneath the reality
Of day

My reality
This day
As you sail away...

This one's about some kind words I once received. A mere word of thanks for me quietly giving up my seat. It was nothing special. But the memory of which has become quite precious to me. Very pretty.
Oct 2019 · 346
Memory Sky
Colm Oct 2019
Clearer than any settled pool
Brighter than any firework sky
Fresher than any daisy or flower
More real than any polished rock to remind

Falling fast and furious in mind
Like a stonework leaning slow built tower
With a buzzing hum as a furious fly
And sanguine light midst reflective pool

I remember it like it was yesterday
Because it was just 3674 days ago
I remember it like it was yesterday - Because it was just 3674 days ago
Colm Oct 2019
Meandering … I know right away
What the context of this dark entails
What the question of this day implies
And so I'll answer
In distilling this … in the stillness therein lies
Though sunshine isn't yet necessary
To bring a shining smile to my face
Squinting on a day like this … born distinguishment
When I know, I know
Like the *** and groundless coffee based
It is good today
Gosh it's good today
Such a natural feeling, when you better yourself. When you can self-diagnose, identify and adjust. Not change mind you. Just adjust (as true change takes time). But it feels so good to me, to just wake up after a day of unconsciousness, and be conscious again. Or perhaps that should be the other way round, LOL. But truly… To go from being blocked, to being unblocked. To go from being frustrated, to being at ease. Nothing feels better than that. No drug or high can compare, to the artist content and at their leisure, having since slayed the dragon in their subconscious mind.
And this is a verse for a day like that. Woot woot.
Colm Oct 2019
Would it be rude of me?
At such a far proximity
To not breathe breath back into our being?

Cold and quiet as the morning
Laying still like the undisturbed sheets
Windowless without sense or feeling

Would you consider it mean?
If I chose to not let this proud chest beat?
And collapse in a time like the hills into a cavity

Just as riverous words cuts the valley sharp
And the tongue softens both pen and quill
How rude would it be if I didn’t care about our relationship lying still?
Sometimes it’s best just to let the patient go. And please know. That this piece is about no one who writes or has written like this. *nod nod* It's about no one in particular.
Oct 2019 · 350
Age Revealed
Colm Oct 2019
Torn is not unmendable
Youth is not invincible
Just as age is not infoulable
Too old too fast
Too wise too late
But aware at least until the very last
Age Revealed
Oct 2019 · 491
A Missed Opportunity
Colm Oct 2019
Blasted prescious seconds lost
Like cannon fire in the wrong direction
It's a shame to sink such prescious metals
Into an ocean so deep and unforgiving as this
Not very significant though. If the memory faded this quickly.
Oct 2019 · 522
What The Feeling Feels Like
Colm Oct 2019
I am thunder
Silver fire
Felt like a hot tin roof beneath young feet
And scolding
Smoking like the copper wire
Paper on a guillotine
Slicing through an echo chamber
I am the terror of a plastic souls desire

That is
Until only bane of self remains
And all once again are made the same
Even when uncomfortable. It's unexplainable for sure. No words can or will ever do it justice.
Oct 2019 · 278
Heads Nodding On A Plane
Colm Oct 2019
A waivering head
With memories coursing though every finger
A grip on sleep once lost
Is held directly in hand
Though it cannot hold a candle to the perfect dark
But to pay the waking watchman's toll
Over and over again
Is no good for a weary traveler stead
Instead it's said, once lost in dreams
Such a peaceful hopeful magnificence
May be never found again
Let alone remembered upon awaking
It's hard to sleep in such a manner. Slightly torturous in truth.
Oct 2019 · 873
Sunrise Fling Tanka
Colm Oct 2019
Steady shadows wince
At the sunrise smiling wide
Seeing it's lover
Saying casual goodbyes
To it's famed fling named goodnight
Sunrise Fling Tanka
Oct 2019 · 575
Fever Want
Colm Oct 2019
It's easy to be most confident
When the action is present
When the purpose is known
But give yourself nothing but time to see
Nothing but quite days of drifting snow
And there in the waiting you will find
That the precious thing which you wanted most
Was just another line of string
In a wrapped up life slowly being unrolled
Whatever we want, is most often a human want.
Colm Oct 2019
Someday I'll play this song for you
Someplace where only you will hear
And only we will see
Appearing suddenly as a mountain fog in the morning Spring
And you'll know the breadth of my thought breathed for you
The gifts I once created too
Long before we were we
Trying to be more truthful. In order to catalog. To move on until the dawn.
Oct 2019 · 275
Please & Thank You
Colm Oct 2019
No monument of me be made
Or carving placed once I am gone
But please instead
Let my borrowed words be but a memory of mine
And if you should find yourself compelled by them
And must appreciate them based on a similarity of mind
Letit be done so, quickly, quietly, personally
Don't ***** out a single stanza in the name of me
Thank you
I'd appreciate it most greatly
Please & Thank You
Oct 2019 · 588
Raindrops Over The Autobahn
Colm Oct 2019
The most ardent kiss which the asphalt will ever know
  Is when mother nature bows her head
    Purses her clouded cotton lips  
      And gently drops a trillion kisses on a square stretch of highway
        Until they puddle up in joyful memory
          And the autobahn is lost in a contented, smitten, bliss
Raindrops Over The Autobahn
Oct 2019 · 535
Sustenance
Colm Oct 2019
Life is grain broken
Barley thrashed and pulled apart at the seams of bread and beer

Grapeless wine
On tender loving vines in a budding vineyard still

Intent on being our sustenance from the start
Such things are born at the hands of man but by the will of Gods kind heart
Beneath Heavens, From The Earth
Oct 2019 · 618
In Love With An Ideal
Colm Oct 2019
In mind a young mans fortune told
His sky colored and emboldened by light

Though the story is winding like a forest old
Falling into complexity at every summers end

It's in discovery And time
Which you are found

Lest I find
That I loved not you but this image of mine
He named her and I couldn't help but laugh, at his lack of a tangible definition.
Oct 2019 · 199
The First Time You Speak
Colm Oct 2019
It's newfound lovers beneath the first starry night sky shared together

It's a child playing at the tail end of a wave, just wishing for a second longer it would stay

It's a moment consumed by a clockless mouth

It's the most pleasant forget which you can find within yourself

It is a passionate glory in a war without spears

It is the flowing rivers of song in communicative ears

And therefore in being, be it the evermore near

Such love at first words is all that you wish you could hear
The First Time You Speak - nuff said
Oct 2019 · 325
They're Just Words, Right?
Colm Oct 2019
They aren't just standing there
Breathing in and out your air

They are standing at the very spot
Seeing with the same clear eyes

And feeling that which you once did
The breath, the silence, the reply
Part want, part passionate distaste for it. Sharing as such.
Oct 2019 · 401
The Earth In Love, Ingénue
Colm Oct 2019
White ivory
Tapping down grey city streets
On a sparking hill once wild and free

The earth in love
And her daughters eye smiling quietly
Beneath flowing hair and golden sunlight

Their countenance
Making Monday breathe more easily
With the promise of afternoon sunshine to be

#Monday
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AD98bUyjdxQ
Colm Sep 2019
I love the Stars
Cold and distant burning warm on approaching day
Darker than the lover's heart once torn apart until the newfound comes
And ways present themselves

And in falling
Streaks across the sky proclaiming love of our atmosphere
With a tale of residue tagging along and just behind it's former way of life

And in our eyes seeing
A sparkle alive in this familiar, love found, way

A star entering loves atmosphere
Is what I see in the dawn of this new day
True story...

But man, my allergies sure are killing me. Truthfully, I wish I was outside of this ragweed atmosphere right now. (;

Goodnight cold world, I'll see you (later) in the morning.
Colm Sep 2019
There is no time left in my life
     For fitted dreams and windless sheets
     For trees without low limbs to climb
     For years without ever seeing the sea


There is only that which stands here between
     The hopes
     The plans
     The quiet dreams


And yet I find, in the eyes of mind and present being ⁠⁠— And for the sake of those who walk beside
     That there ought to be more in me to find
A verse about searching. About the realization of moving and time passing. People changing and the earth spinning.

Or a shorter title for this would probably just be "urgency" since there's a definite twinge of that within these words. The immediate desire to leave and better yourself. To be free and let go, moving on from all of your prior shortcomings. Because shortcomings ****. But time certainly is ever ticking.

And why between, you may ask? Because the earth beneath is what grounds us flat with it's gravity. And I was looking up at the time. Walking Beneath the Branches of Realizations.

See ya!
Colm Sep 2019
The rain unsettling shakes more than me
It shakes the summer out of the pensive trees
The quiet out of the evening still
The confidence out of the newfound skill
And more so than the colored leaves
Which newly rest on dampened ground
As the sorting of the rain gives way
Resulting in a plethora of familiar sounds
All merging beneath and moving fast
Like a symphony of cicadas in the summers past
Known only to one in time as the same  
As the parting whisper of the trees in rain
Written on a whim tonight, when I first heard the rain greet the evening trees and their fading leaves. True story, the idea behind this is that the trees part ways with their leaves, just as we human beings will one day have to part ways with our children. Slowly, steadily and with a whisper.

Hi SVK!
Sep 2019 · 786
Regardless
Colm Sep 2019
If no one reads
If no one comments
It still exists
It still IS
https://youtu.be/3VTsIju1dLI?t=158
Colm Sep 2019
You strengthen me
Stretch me tall in fond pursuit
And call my waking trees to move with subtle hints

Familiar as the folding sound
Between quiet rustling parchment leaves
Becoming new our newest sounds as an inkwell drawn

Like a sunlit jewel your dulcet glow
Is stumbling down a penciled path of painted memory
Colored by every season anew with the hues of you

Don’t cry when I am no more seen, my felicity
It was always and with you in mind
That you made me want to try
Painted Words Between Distant Mailboxes is built around a song, a sketch, a classic story. Separated by time and space no more. These lovers turn now, to face a new fate, having not been left alone in an empty word. "Through the long and lonely night." We persevere until the dawning bright. Shines back at us with joy.

#ICSTMYM
Sep 2019 · 320
Each Morning
Colm Sep 2019
From the moment I wake
And stop breathing haste beneath ceiling fans
How I wish to create
Though I cannot always due to morning fog
And its mind over me
How it strongly takes
Two cups at least
How I Feel
Sep 2019 · 269
Honest
Colm Sep 2019
When I jump
And finally leave behind
This old Earth's atmospheric mind
It will not be to orbit any one or thing
No
Instead when I leave it all behind
It will be for the clearest of visions
Well communicated in kind
It will be for the truest tidal wave of being
That I leave my only I behind
A few words about change and how I approach such things. Tested and true. Steady, etc.
Sep 2019 · 1.3k
Salmon In The Sky
Colm Sep 2019
I love when colored salmon spawn
And leap with ease over towns on high
With rippling waves and glistening sheen
How they bound between these rocky outcrop clouds
And spread their whispy tendril fins
Across the cascading pinkish sky
I love the night just before it breathes
Quiet as waivering gills unseen
When the salmon color seeps into the sky
See?

https://imgur.com/gallery/S9fplYn
Sep 2019 · 418
A Wish From My Fading Day
Colm Sep 2019
With the last ounce of daylight
   A quiet wish takes flight

Like the beating wings of dragon flies
   Faster than a heart can hold
   Clearer than a clouded sky
   With dusklit distant humming hues

Here is the wish intent on finding you
   Wherever you are in this storied eye

I cannot see you
   Though I wish
   (To find)
This started with the sentence... "There isn't enough daylight left." And continued with the question of "why?"
Sep 2019 · 348
A Rally
Colm Sep 2019
Tennis is like poetry

Back ... and ... forth
And back ... and ... forth
Back ... and ... forth
And back ... and ... forth
Back ... and ... forth
And back ... and ... forth

Until one line breaks
A Rally
Sep 2019 · 466
His & Her Tankas
Colm Sep 2019
Radiant dawn born
Like the morning dew dripping
Off of the treetops
And the planted hopes within
That he won't be lonely when

Radiant dusk dies
Like the aged life left alive
After grass clippings
Fall outside the window still
For one final time, he cries
I had absolutely no clue how these would turn out, but I'm quite content with how they currently are. Having started with the rather bare idea that these two verses should be relational, but not necessarily growing.

His & Her Tankas is a pair of poems about an aging couple who are in the process of saying goodbye. Her, to the hope that she would have outlived him in order to minimize suffering. Him to his situation, inability to cut the grass as before, his dependency on those around him, and also to the loss of his wife.

RIP

I didn't intend for the metaphor of Dusk and Dawn to be represented by an aging His and Her. It just kind of happened like a free cup of coffee.

It appears.

Thus is the nature of creation.

Have a nice Wednesday and enjoy.
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