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I must confess
I keep pictures of slave-owners
Well more or less
In my wallet
Sea-foam green
Fine frog hairs
Cash I mean
Picture printed on the backs of hemp
Were they heroes or merely slave owning wimps?

Even my coins are incline
They shine the barbarism of our kind
Every penny, quarter, nickel and dime
Somehow they spend just fine

Smash the statues
Change their names
From your cultural war
I will abstain

Yet I need my money just the same!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Buzzing energy fills me
My nerves high-strung
Silence silence silence
Almost as if
I've been shunned
I take breaths
But that buzzing energy remains
My heart has withstood more
So I take time til this feeling drains
My heart subdued in a cage
So I hold it gently
Until it's peace it regains
Slowly, yet surely
I'll hold me if that's all I have
Slowly, yet surely
 Jul 2 Busbar Dancer
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she pushes herself then falls back into the depth of patterns and bruises. she fights to stand up but sometimes it feels easier to stay laying down. pondering to herself is someone holding her down or is it simply her choice?
begging anyone to give her the strength to keep fighting.
The closer we get to the end of this
And it's time to cast our votes
Do we click the box on the latest crook
Or the one who knows not where he goes

This dilemma of decisions
We're being forced to make
These crazy times in which we're living
Sad to say is just another day

We've gotten so used to them skirting the truth
It's hard to recognize a lie
When you're one of these two what else can you do
If their lips are moving, that's a pretty good sign

Both promise the best is what's ahead
While looking like a donkey's behind
Do they not see the hand that feeds
Believe you me, is ready to bite

Since we've lost all hope in this clown show
We might crayon in another,
name that we know besides these Bozo's
Then run for cover, in mad hope that it's over

The closer we get to the end of this
Remember to cast your vote
We all have a voice but is this really our choice?!
How low can you go, soon enough we'll all know
Who says that there was a beginning?
Surely an end could never be!
Unless of course we start at
the moment you pledged your love to me!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
They say you can never
know
Precisely what it is that you no

The car ran on and on and
on three wheels
Wasn't sure on how many
pills

I stared at the palm of my
hand
My future looked so **** ******

The confidence was all spent
Time I moved on and
went

I stood on the corner ,
warmer
Thinking about times , stoner

They say you can never
no
Now I just wouldn't
know
Puget Sound in Fog
Flag drooping, wet, barely moving,
Tide out past the buoys;
The boat tipped,
Waiting water.

Drizzling mist of fog descending
No horizon but the pebbled sand
Herons move grayly in slack water
Hunting fish.

Ragged shoreline stretches to invisibility,
Battered logs, shells, a trillion broken things
Rest in exhaustion, uncaring,
Responding to unceasing chaos.

Tides rising,
Tides falling,
Delivering,
Destroying,
Grinding,
Removing,
Renewing,
Mo­ving to the pull
of earth
and moon
and universe.
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