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Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
I wrote my play in portions
and posted them in draft..
I’m only 62
a little over half…

The best part of life is living
Each moment fades into now
I will write forever after
I will return upon the clouds

I went searching for a meaning
Then my Poet took the stage
Now I’m staring in my encore
The best part of my play!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Your
bad blood
Bleeds
red
Just like everyone
Else's
Somehow.. there is this one colour beneath our skins.
Irrespective of the colour of your leaves and the amount of pepper and honey in you hearts...
we will bleed red
Irrespective of the tea you drink and the brand you like.
Beyond the line of your forgiveness
Beyond the line of your charity
Beyond the decision of what's right and wrong
There it is
You will bleed red

— The End —