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  Jul 18 Traveler
Aslam M
It’s strange, we say we’re in control, but nothing’s in our hands,
We live in a grand illusion, following life’s hidden plans.
We think we guide our journey, but the script is written deep,
In endless loops, we walk, as fate its secrets keeps.

Do you not ponder on the loop, the endless, hidden dance,
Where only when conditions meet, we glimpse a second chance?
Do you not wonder why some souls align with yours so true,
While others drift apart, their paths not intertwined with you?

A piece of bread, a bit of wealth, possessions we attain,
The clothes we wear, the loves we choose, all part of fate’s refrain.
What’s meant for you will find its way, what’s not will pass you by,
So flow with life, accept its course, beneath the boundless sky.

Break free from these routines, seek answers to the hows and whys,
In silent moments, find your peace beneath the starry skies.
Embrace the journey, trust the path, let mysteries unfold,
For in the flow, you'll find your way, as destiny is told.
  Jul 18 Traveler
Pax
Here I am
Dream-Walking
of a farfetch reality
----
It
was
good
sometimes they call it - lucid dreams. I can't say I have those, because whenever i wake up, it will just be lost in though as you get back to reality. Before i tried writing it down but then i just lost it, and never caring anymore, maybe because some of it has some bad endings. It appears more frequent than the good ones. I like these dreams, its like i am living a different life, wearing someone else's body, and living a totally farbending reality. You can say some of it is futuristics and some reoccuring horror stuff like zombies, i don't know why, i stop watching those series long before, haha.. Now you've reach this point on the authors note,  and i thank you for lestining. and one last point, a dream is just a dream, never lose your touch to reality.
Traveler Jul 18
Every time I’m alone
I get the overwhelming urge to write more poems.
The creative vibe adds to this experience of joyous content.
The contemplations of life
I do not lament.
I let my spiritual intelligence
fill my heart with the math of love.
This extends far beyond the physical hug.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
  Jul 17 Traveler
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

         Convention: Day 2 - Grima Wormtongue Gives a Speech

          [This doggerel is recyclable and may be employed in both the
          Republican and Democrat conventions.]

I’m strong against that wicked man, strong and brave!
(But for a cabinet seat I’ll be his slave)
Traveler Jul 17
Live together or die apart
Display your true self
Within your art
Question your universe
Question your God
Construct a reason
For who you are
Both winner and loser
Simultaneously
Learn to swim
Through life’s misery

Take it all in deep
And hold it there
Then you’ll know
Why we’re here.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
The flute
evokes the rites
The pipes the pain
Long standings
in a winters rain
so ends
his reign

Some people
are buried
some are flamed
Some we raise
our glass unto
and drink to fame

We sink
our hopes
and shed our tears
and like little children
we face our fears

auld lang syne
In the December of my time
I find that silence
feeds me sweetly
without dread .

"I'm all right , right now."

Late at night ,
bathed in the moon's
delight . . .

"I feel all right , alright."

Just say "let it go."
Let the emptiness
swallow you whole .

"Just let it go now."

It's all so right .
Close your eyes ,
Hold memories tight .

"So tight."

"It's alright , all right now."
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