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  May 2024 Traveler
Sjr1000
Old age
It comes on like a
Typhoon
Hurricane
Ice Storm
Tsunami
War
A natural disaster.

Stumbling
Bumbling
Down on your knees
there Buddy
Humbling.

When I was 12 years old
One Round World
A photo
Elderly folks standing around a Piano
"And they used to call it rocknroll"

Way way far away
here we are now
encased in
memories and mortality.
Traveler May 2024
I reiterate what I said before
I need no gender nor ethnicity to block my logical judgement
I am human
and I know right from wrong

I will not put anyone in darkness
I refuse to **** anyone
Just think of a world
where everyone thought like me
Hate would no longer cause misery

All of your religious reasoning
Exist in a fog
The law of love are lost
I seen it through your eyes
When I was one of you.

I read that book of hate and death several times and each additional time it ****** more and more spiritual energy from me
It’s clearly a book of supremacy
The chosen ones only matter
Why would god write a book in the devil’s handwriting?

Look where remembering
“The Sons of Amalekite”
has brought us.
How about remembering to love instead?
Amalek is the archetypal enemy of the Jews and the symbol of evil in Jewish religion and folklore.[90] Nur Masalha, Elliot Horowitz, and Josef Stern suggest that the Amalekites represent an "eternally irreconciliable enemy" that wants to ****** Jews. In post-biblical times, Jews associated contemporary enemies with Amalek or Haman and, occasionally, believed pre-emptive violence is acceptable against such enemies.
Traveler May 2024
We can never have world peace
as long as people are at war with their self.
TT
  May 2024 Traveler
South-by-Southwest
Where Philosophy has failed me . . . I turn to revelations .

Wherefore knowledge is doubtfully collected . . . but revelations gives me trust .
The river will flow ceaseless
The sapling will be a tree
Will sing in happiness
The new you and the new me.

The sky will inspire a song
The birds will chirp in morn
Seasons will duly come along
Day and night will be born.

You won't know but we'll meet
Under the canopy of stars
Our love will again be sweet
Through all the blushes and scars.

We shall emerge anew again
Lost we never will be
Under the sun and pouring rain
There'll be a new you and me.
My humble tribute to Kavi Guru Rabindra Nath Tagore on his 163rd birth anniversary.
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