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  6d Traveler
Dirt
Dark eyes,
Dark hair,
Lace like shadows, skin laid bare.
Pale as moonlight on the snow,
Lips that beckon, pull, then go.
Fingernails trace a burning line,
Pain and pleasure intertwine.
Your breath is thunder in my ear,
A whisper deep, too close to fear.
A glance, a sway, your wicked art,
You steal my breath, then take my heart.
So come, you devil dressed in silk,
I'll drown for one more taste of milk.
I would never wish to see two countries on earth fighting each other.
This is home to our precious human race.
I’m sorry to say but religions and ethnicities are a stumbling block on the road to spiritual growth.

That’s what god let me know.
Traveler Tim

But yet war is in more places then we are aware of. Western hegemony works in such a fashion.. the US still owns most of the media broadcasting stations around the world. We are the number one source of propaganda..
You say it was unbearable
But you bore it
Every minute
You were in it

Like a cave diver
Turned around
In silty water
You felt that this was it
Soaked lamb to the intrinsic slaughter

But look at you now
It's like it didn't even happen
When you emerged
At the caves mouth
Those that loved you
All were clapping.
  6d Traveler
nivek
eyes full of sunshine
an easy breathing soul

the touch of a star
and heartbeats

songs of Summer
a silent breeze

seaweed and salt
the sea, the sea.
~
man on the moon,
woman in orbit,
unrequited science.
nowhere to land,
nothing to feel,
it might as well be Siberia.
luminaries change,
control lingers in the framework.

the heavens revolve
—deasil and artificial.
she has revolutions of her own,
legs that once swam
everyday in his backyard pool,
(that once draped around his coil)
now openly kick free
from his lunar confines.

he starts the countdown
—one one thousand,
two one thousand,
but she's not coming for him.
she's chasing other transmissions,
the bones of what she believes,
hoping something out there
can activate her heart.

~
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