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 Oct 2020 Lyn-Purcell
Traveler
If I were to believe in God
I know who I’d become
A servant and a slave
Equivalent to God’s son

Obeying all commandments
Fearing eternal fire
Never giving in
To forbidden desires

They say they believe
But what prof do they have
Living their lives
Like mice in a lab

The mazes we weave
Of our own beliefs
Eternal prostration
For the sleepwalking elite

If we were all-things and nothing less
There would be no reason to fear our deaths
What faith, what hope, what reasoning
Would we have left?

But yes
I do believe
We’ll be here tomorrow
To dream of happy or simple sorrow
To appreciate all We can
Living, loving
And being
Human!
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Traveler Tim
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We don't need
Other worlds
We need mirrors

We need thin waists
And a hysteresis curve
To the hips

Let us drink in the sea
And laugh as our number
Comes up

Let us commit
To be noncommittal
And talk nary a word

On age and death
Over afternoon tea
In the bright withered garden

Where the goodness of man
Longed to be more
Than its darkling reflection

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People only saw her tamed self...

The self which wears a discipline of the ages... Smile of the seasons... And dreams of the sky...!

How they heard her deny everything of anything pertaining to the wild and savage...

Yet her silence was what went unheard...unfelt and untouched by the world...

Cause when the world slept at night... She would wake up to her latent forces...

Causing her to go crazy in the thoughts of love and howl like the wolves to proclaim her hidden wilderness...

Her untamed self was an aqua regia that could melt even gold and her love was like the big bang that could create another universe...

But  her wild self was so beautiful that she can never afford to lose it in the opinion of others...

She had always known that
People ruin beautiful things...!
Thanks for reading this ❣

Unleash the words
Truthful and mindful
But causing hurt
As you sow, so shall you reap
The fruits borne, instantaneously
To be consumed alone
Never left for posterity
A pact with the divine, as a child sealed
To be at peace


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Writing my beliefs

Peaceful and quiet
The night
Occasionally the crickets chirp
Dusk and dawn, duties they perform
The red vented bulbul is first to sing
Awaits the sky to be blue again
While the morning star, dons the golden robe
Promising a brand new day


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Have been up since 2:00 in the night, been writing  and posting here :)

Love mornings, now it 6:17 am
Thanks for reading 🙏

Do not write off someone
Even if you have read the chapters in depth
Your perception wouldn’t be same as that of the author
Their truth matters
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