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Colm Oct 2018
No more shadows reign
No more the dark running waves
For they have crashed, yes
And will pass inquisitive
As no darker means will last
All unpleasantness will pass and crash. Like the waves at sea. Dark and rolling.
Colm Oct 2022
This feeling isn't my own perhaps
But imparted to me in part by you
The way the words just wouldn't last
The foiled hours which ran me through

I walked and spoke
You sat and sang
To each our own in tune and life

And yet the feeling permeates
And makes me sip another drip

To share like that another life
Colm Sep 2017
I wonder if she
Thinks about this
As much as I do?
Herself being
Of course
Who she is
It's possible
That she does
Just as I do
Never spoken though
Colm Apr 2017
Expect not yourself
To see the world
For the way it truly is
At least at first

Because the world is full of so many things
And people who are ever changing

And the truth behind it all is this

*That one day all of these and we
Will be returned to the earth
Returned to the dirt
Or ashes depending upon the preference
Shadows and dust Maximus....
Colm Apr 2021
the most human question in the ever, is not how ... but why?
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 May 2021
I love the reflected sheen of light
Which glows and grows off of floors unclean
And creates horizons unhigh

My eyes know these sights most well
And like them most ardently

This censor of mine, alone
Colm Sep 2022
On the days when I
Am aware and awake
And in balance with the world
From each stream to each oceans lake

I swear noone else can contest my sight
Or explain my innate insight
Or see the light as my eyes perceive

Where shadows meet
Both the man-made eaves and the un

I am there in feeling just beyond the chest

It was always me
The set about creations . 10

A mix of self, self reflections, beliefs, and observations about the world which currently holds me. None of these will change the world, but over time these have certainly changed me. For better or worse, I remain. Mr. Constant. (:

Thanks friend.
Colm May 2020
Having to have made myself
And by myself all too often alone
Making
I'll know its love
When she makes me coffee
And I dont even see her coming
But with a smile
Bringing
Passenger coffee
Colm Dec 2016
Cold meat, processed cheese, making my lunch for another day*
Rolled up sleeves
Empty sheets
No one in my bed to sleep with anyway

And at work I find no reward to adore, and after driving home
I cannot help but work some more
Mostly favors of art because I'm poor

Yet no matter how busy I like to keep
I always manage to find some time
To stray into topics too often, too deep
Like what it would be like to be with her in mind

Though most every night I see my brothers, whisk their brides to be away
*It's with every dawn that I am reminded, that my life will not always be this way
Just a simple Single Man's Remind
Colm Jun 2018
No rain has left my eyes like this
For many present days

No water puddling beneath
No need for mist

But today...
Today one raindrop fell to my right

And for the life of me
I couldn't wish it away
From the Sleepless Feet collection.

And a true story. Captured in about a minute before being wiped away.
Colm May 2017
Ours is like a strand of yarn
Stretched across a narrow gap
Though the wind berates
And the rain pours out in the summer storm
It will not break, it will endure
But perhaps in time will sag and fray
As if we let it so to go
Or even chose to cut it down
Because you have your own phone lines now
Made of woven steel and unbroken arms
As we were just a childhood yarn
Or a single strand between two hearts
Perhaps one day...most likely. I'll be a memory In your mind.
Colm Mar 2017
You reap what you sow
Or so I’ve heard
You get what you deserve
Or so it’s been said
Well whatever it is that I certainly want
I can't speak about it
I can't even think about it inside my head
Because how could it be
Or even come true for me
As it is?
Having sown something else
Beneath a much different tree
And as it is so you see
Never once indifferency  
And the only one who could've planted it
Was me
Somedays I just don't know - But I don't tell them that
Colm Apr 2022
Dont waste a moment
A precious breath
On a dream which long since
Stopped breathing

You are not dead
Ask
Colm Oct 2018
Ask
What doors are you afraid of walking through?
For fear of the family and following to come?
Ask
Colm Jan 2017
Dear Hush,
What is a movie which I must,
See and such?
Something idealistic,
And not so hush hush.
If you'd tell me in a minute,
I'd appreciate it much,
I appreciate your time,
O' Misses o' Hush.
LOLz - She'll never find this huehue
Colm Oct 2020
My heart calls out
Across miles of the inhabited found
By those who cannot hear
Living peacefully in something-towns

For its by our sounds
That I wait for you
Like dust on the rails
Like anxious feet on walking trails untouched

I am waiting for you
Like Christmas snow
On the morning birth celebrated anew
Come home

Would you tell me my one whisper true?
The trees here miss you. And tell me all the time.

https://youtu.be/Ns7lrumJSVo
Colm Jun 2017
Have you any idea?
What you do to my eyes?
The wrinkles and lines which you evoke?  
With delicate ease…
You do this to me
And have you any idea?
Let it sit for awhile...no changes needed. (:
Colm Mar 2017
Let the morning rain fall
And pat your head
As softly as if I were there
*shrug*
Colm May 2020
Your sound here in ears
Is peaks and valleys out west
In this eastern world
Hear the Allegheny sky
I'm myself, a wishing song
A song called Tough. Echoing still.
Colm Feb 2019
I’d paint every leaf back
Pluck every vibrato piece of string
Catch a falling star enroute to earth
And cut Newfoundland fog
Just to hear the same old song once sang
A Song In The Air
Colm Feb 2019
When I hear the song we once did share
Echoing though the woods of now

And bouncing off of the realizations
Of how we both cared then and now

It is here I find that I'm young again
Be it only in mind and consequence

Let not a wish be defined by when
But know this of this aged man

That the ending doesn't seem to stop
Me hearing that same old song again
No, it loops itself on
Again and again

(:
Colm Dec 2017
My eyes get intense
The echoes bounce
But no one complains
Because no one sees
Me

And when no one sees
The enthused sight
It results
In an even happier
Me
I wish you could see me on days like this
Colm Mar 2019
My echo
My desire to be heard
Died long ago

In a notebook winding longer than the build before the great crescendo

And I noted in this
As a young man of old
As a conductor of sorts

Not attempting to refire all of the old songs turned cold
No
But rewriting them each for me alone
Indefinitely and until the long silence comes home
Experience allows me to not walk that path. Again and again. And thank God for that.
Colm Feb 2019
It's a cocktail in which memory mixes with sensation and sound. To become even moreso drunk on you. In the remind of those moments once shared, in that certain, southern, American town.
Absolutely beautiful
Colm Dec 2021
I run through rivers
And pull down lightning from the sky
Like fire and smoke

With a mystic bliss, here
Mist spraying and forever
Fog and strike, there

Stand by and watch for hope
For I am the air itself beneath
And everywhere I fly and then

My lightness becomes the talk
Like paper edges fresh and sharp
In the histories of men
Colm Jun 2018
Aspiring
     To hope for you less
     To pray for you more
And…
     To take your name off the page that hangs
     Politely behind my former door
Aspiring is the word once more
Talking sweet to the queen -- Wishing I was riding with the jacks
Walking proud and lonesome now -- Oh I'm yearning for the pack
But I'd never say "I love you, " dear -- Just to hear you say it back
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 Apr 2018
Walk through my life without me
And see
All that your eyes could partake of
And still
I wouldn't be scared for either of us
Because
My voice speaks louder asteticly
Therein
And within resides my will
I lie to myself far too much. Expecting those who get to see the true me will want more of what I have to offer. But it is not so... We are selfish creatures. And I am spoiled beyond compare.
Colm May 2019
Tall tower of Ecthelion
White tree of Númenor
Crash not over me with tidal waves
But restore the trust
The peace perceived and the strength of men
As it was before between the earth
During the younger days
When the sunlight was bright with gleaming eyes
A Stoningland Prayer
Colm Sep 2019
Dark clouds cover cold
Golden hay shines like the Sun
And colors become
One with the grey eternal
A flood of song into one
Storm Colored
Colm Mar 2020
How I wish my sorrow wasn't here but would be
In any breath of existence warm
Beating as a distant drum
Humming as a harp or lyre
A wish is not enough to start
Or to turn a fog into valleys below
And yet as a sunrise my hope so begins
In a directional dream wondering where they will go and what we will be
In a chaotic order once again to see the somber thought therein
A Struggling Lover
Colm Apr 2020
Doves coo a quiet
And whisper softly to her
That they've seen'em thee
The suitor suns inquiry
Of her eccentricities
Mobilewriting
Colm Nov 2018
Dear chaos heart
Die on the edge of my orderly blade
And bleed out your malevolence
Forever depart
Dear chaos heart
Die on the edge of my orderly blade
And bleed out your malevolence
Forever depart
Colm Sep 2019
Because you are
         A whole universe is
         I am addicted to you
Because I am
So addictive it can be.

To lose yourself in another person and their lack of answers.

Careful.
Colm Nov 2017
The expression you are as you say you are is not true if you actually are not as you say you are.
Hum...
Colm Jan 2020
Evident, conscious
Are your curls aware of me?
As I am captured
By a gentle turning lock
A wave in the subtle trees
Some writes are truly as simplistic as this. The girl in front of me had curly hair. The kind that greets you with a turn of the head and shimmers like leaves in the earthy autumn.

Very pretty.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
Colm May 2019
As eyes see surely
Blue lylac on a green hill
Wavering with ease
So also these yellow sails
Grace the white canvas born free
Wildflowers and lylac scene
Colm Apr 2018
Foolish to revive
Anew on an April's day
Stormy sentiments
Devoid of such rainy eyes
But full of such snowy woes
Snow in April? Like a true northerner I am neither shocked nor surprised. Just wonder when the Springtime will finally be upon us. (:
Colm Jun 2019
Listen to the sky
To her daughter as they run
And play mold the earth
With waters and stirring clay
Do her rivers run alive
Mother nature has many daughters and their names are rivers.

Fervent Series (10/10) - 06/23/19
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.
Colm Dec 2016
Curl up in my bed
Do not wait for me to sleep
Dim the lights slightly
And when I return to you
Wrap your sleepy arms round me
Because my bed would and will always be open to her
Colm Jan 2020
Uncomfortable
Be it called by my own name
I must reply now
Not in haste or anger still
But in active truth most kind
A Tanka For How I Hope I'd Respond
Colm Apr 2018
Though hours of silence
May stand still between two hearts
There's nothing between
Your chances and your own hope
With opportunistic eyes
Because its better to ask and to try and know. Trust me.
Colm Aug 2020
Two heart-strong lovers
Unknown to one another
Except really
In the realm of self within
And the sharing of begin
5-7-5-7-7
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.
Colm Jan 2020
Look up like new day
Even in darkness before
Just as a promise
Holds no heat without fervence
So soon your sun warmth is born
Truth is, that the dawns first light will never let you down. Even if you cannot see it, due to the looming clouds, it is always there just waiting to warm your bones.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
Colm Sep 2022
Noone wants filet minion
Everyday
And if they do they don't have it

Envy is an occasional thing
Whereas the truth is much more real
And substantial
The set about creations . 5
Colm Jul 2021
A twist of cloud zest
Looking up into sky glass
Perhaps the earth drinks?
Colm Jun 2019
A Thought

Is not a word

Is not a will

Is not a sky

But a man

A man is a man

A woman is a woman

A you is you

An I is I
From the clutches.... Yup
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