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SOMEDAYS

ITS

METHAPOR's...


JUST DON'T

BE GOODS OF ME (US)!


WHILE WE  ARE

TRRRUMMMPINN!
TRUMP
  Sep 23 Traveler
My Dear Poet
I told her, how her eyes met me at the horizon
and how often they looked lonely
she didn’t heed or pay me any attention
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her how my heart bled red roses
and how I grew them for her only
she hadn’t noticed my stare and poses
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, a touch is a thesaurus of meaning
and each trace tells a story
she flinched at my reading
so I told her a little more slowly

I told her, if my words could speak but a kiss
she’d hear them soft and loudly
she sighed when she felt my lips
so I told her a little more slowly.
Traveler Sep 23
I have no religion
no story of miraculous feats.
I’ve no box to contain me
there’s nowhere I need to be!
My God is always happy.
My heaven is always free..
My love is my salvation…
What a blessing to be me!!
Traveler 🧳 Tim

You are what you eat
Traveler Sep 21
The memories, the loving,
the longing, the dread.
The ghost of me still lives in your head.
You see me, you shutter, you stutter turn red.
The ghost of me remains undead.

Alone with him.
There’s nothings left..
My ghost still haunt
your lovers nest…

The obsessions, the confessions,
the unlearn lessons.
Until my ghost is no longer pleasant..
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Traveler Sep 20
Embrace the pain
While it last
Life is so short
Even pleasure must pass
The knowing can be bitter
The brooding of the quitter
But the heartbeat of the thankful
   Shall surpass...
Traveler 🧳 Tim
  Sep 20 Traveler
Nick Moore
Every time I gaze Upon this Scene,
It's like I'm living inside a dream
Those eyes,
What thoughts behind?
Oh
To see
Inside you're mind

Waters flow around you,
Course towards
Cold depths,
Distant sound of shallow breaths

Lifeline
Now
Thinning,
You're voice
Can be heard,
Still
Singing

Hands in abbhaya mudra position,
Flowers still held,
Fate has a mission

On you're journey,  
No fear
Is
Shown,
Everyone gone,  
Now
All alone

Lost love
Drove you to this,
The contract,
Has been sworn,
Not death
But reborn
Inspired by the paintings of John Everett Millais.
The abhaya mudra is a hand gesture that symbolizes protection, peace, and the dispelling of fear. It is also known as the "fearlessness gesture" because the word abhaya means "fearlessness" in Sanskrit.
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