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There is no safe rock
No sane mind
There is no easy route
do not look behind
There is no solid block
No ticking clock
There is no way forward
Do not break the lock
I want her too much
But.............................
I'm just a good dude

I always support her
Ya...............................
I'm one of her fool's

I've had enough
Well......................
I'm up to my neck

As much as I try
Sadly...................
I cannot connect

It's time to move on
Slam!!!.....................
My heart is a door

I'll love her forever
But...........................
Just not any more.
Traveler Tim
 Sep 2020 Marisela Veludo
Kasper
What is a friend
but a simple tool?
What  is a friend
but a simple fool?

I've had friends before
they didn't last long
Now I have no friends
I'm singing the wrong song

You will get used to it
when you have no friends
Depression comes
and happiness ends

You tie the rope
around your neck
You kick the chair
and become a complete wreck
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
A groan of growth
The true love sigh
Eyes that stare
And wonder why

Behold the life
That's in your midst
Through your fingers
It all can slip

And bring you down
Next to me
See I have lost
Two maybe three

Like the dog
That's once been fed
I'll keep coming back
   Until I'm dead...
Traveler Tim
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
It seems to me
We've entered a world
Where everyone is shaken
Yet not one of us stirred
a poem about the state of the world

— The End —