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Traveler Nov 2016
Did I tell you my truth
Did I tell you my lie
Does it matter to you
If I keep it inside

We all get to know
These things in the end
Does it matter to you
If I only pretend

I read what you said
About writing the truth
And how
Creativity is measured
Under your roof

But here in the real world
There's no reason or rhyme
Why must you be
Yourself every time?

Sure
It all sounds good
The rules that you make
Stuck in your boxes
Lost in your faiths...
Traveler Tim
2014
What has truth to do with creativity?
Traveler Nov 2016
I have written this letter of my impending death
Of my own will, my delusion, in my last breath
A spear breaches the armor, pain penetrates the soul
I bear this wound in horror and march on through the snow

Oh, that I were home with you
Blessed to be of the surviving few
To live the dream of freedom’s bliss
To escape the ink of death’s list

There the young shall fear no more
The old shall rest with unlocked doors
There I shall play guitar and sing
And through the walls our laughter rings

Friends and neighbors shall smile and wave
There upon fresh linens we shall lay
To sleep the dark and rejoice the dawn
There the ties to life hold strong

Yet these tides have turned against the meek
My burning eyes grow tired and weak
I fear the cold has come to stay
And the blinding night has replaced the day
I attempt to hide in my pretense
But the storm is nigh, the fog grows dense
Redeemer of these fallen stars
The sky grows darker where you are
By these sands of time running low
I’m not so far from letting go

An enemy dances at our gates
Internal bigotry, fear and hate
Our children die in foreign wars
And here we ask "what was it for?”
Until at last we are no more
Traveler Tim
2006
Traveler Nov 2016
Upon the sea wall the breakwaters pound
She holds my hand my soul is bound
A salty summer breeze,  fresh and alive
Her hair blows wildly across the sky

A beacon buoy dances upon the ocean swells
Anchored to its destiny attempting to rebel
Seagulls attracted by its ringing bell
They take their haven in this beacon’s hell

Her brown eyes scan the horizon then back at me
I don't know what she sees in me
Truth is I hunger to be free; you know, like the sea
Yet like the buoy I could never leave

I start to say, you know our dreams are quite insane
But she quickly covers my mouth, “Shhh, do you want it to rain?
The sun is shining, the sky is blue and I will always love you”
I think to myself, what more could I ever want to hear
Still my heart is somewhere out there

And again the hungry sea calls out to me
Take a chance and come be free
Yet then again, where would I be
But alone upon the hungry sea...
Traveler Tim
Aug 2014
Traveler Nov 2016
It's so hard to say goodbye
Hearts get broken
Tears get cried
It's been that way a billion years
There's just no way
To stop those tears

I'm so tired of letting go
Of all the dreams
We'll never know
I wonder why the hurt lasts so long
It's been years
Since you've been gone

It's not so easy to find new love
That special someone
That fits you like a glove
I guess my heart just won't be tamed
It always pours
Whenever it rains

It feels so good when things are fine
Two people treating
Each other so kind
Drawn like moths into a burning flame
A billion years
   And nothing ever changed...
Traveler Tim
A song I wrote
Slow blues out of d minor.
Traveler Nov 2016
As a parent of sound mind
I instilled the need to be kind
To stand up tall and show respect
The way I was taught more or less

The streets are plagued with dark desires
A cold rainy haze of muck and mire
Where dreams of youth are put to rest
As a parent I had tried my very best...

I wrapped you in protective arms
Sheltered you from a world of harm
Squeezed you tight until you burst
As a parent I am the worst...
Traveler Tim
Traveler Nov 2016
Within a paradox
Behind misguided thoughts
A rational mind
Can get twisted and caught

What would the world be
If freedom wasn't large?
Dictators and oppressor
Leaving historical scars

Yet it seems freedom
Has failed humanities test
Perhaps the evil free
Are too **** blesses!
Traveler Tim
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