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 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Traveler
Shall we dine
On wine and flesh?
There seems to be
Plenty left!
So pass around
The possum pie
Wine made out
Of dandelions

Lazy days
Of summer sun
Sleeping in
Like we're still young
Falling free
Blue ocean skies
Let our hearts
Never die...
......
Traveler Tim
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
Traveler
And what about the lairs
Who whisper in our ears
Shadows in the corridors
Envy in their stare's
Evil eyes awatching
Wishing wicked things
I can feel them
Crawling across
The dirt of all our
Graves




An exercise in creativity....
Traveler Tim
a bundt
in my
ear will
Beethoven ring
the steps
that my
wayfarer here
in breadth
what compose
this so
foremost in
my mind
and trigger
a sensation
that overture
tell of
mine concoction
Ripping my favorite piece in MP3
" cut myself to feel IT, blood drips onto my toes. Though my eyes they see IT. Perception overthrows. Wake every morning to be IT, getting nowhere really fast. Wait your whole life to feel IT, only clinging to the past. I know one day IT will go away, and leave me broken on the floor. Even though IT never was wanted.. IT has me begging for more. "
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
B
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 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
B
Birds chirp outside my window
I guess it is morning now
What was once the call of dawn
Is now the daunt of dusk
 May 2018 Busbar Dancer
trf
Fluid rivers, their white noise and chilly inhaled lace
ease my mind's labyrinth, catching deep breaths
dancing in dreams of forest filled landscapes
like a child's security blanket, mother nature's embrace
we awake to marsh mellows and sticky coat hangers  
the dull, orange embers reignite purpose flames
as sunrise and coffee breaks the plains
a guitar lies naked near **** bottles of wine
reclaiming its tuning, strumming life into souls
and once the satsumas and the coffee's devoured
we bask in the sunshine, winding down hours
delaying the inevitable Watch Full Moon Tower
sometimes the smallest camping and music festivals bring out the true, most immaculate souls. your heart will find the places providing the essence of love, freedom and human potential, it knows where to look. Let it guide you and see where you stand.
Her love
Is a ray of sunshine
It’s piercing bright
And I’m so afraid i cover my eyes
And run from her light
It’s so strong
And even though she’s not around
I can still feel how it pulsates
Every fiber in me gravitates towards it
But she doesn’t understand
How much I am a broken man

What I don’t show
There’s no love to give
It’s all be taken by the darkness
Thats bunkered down within me
And each time I go up against it
Another piece of me is just torn apart
From my soul
To my heart
She just might be my last chance
But if I go at it once again
I might not come back
The same man
As when I went in
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