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Traveler May 19
All our chaos is coming to a head, all our different paths illuminated red.
All that was once hidden beneath our hunting gathering greed..
Right in front of us, the evil we let be..
Let grow, left festering on low.. Darkening our compromising souls..
The ball is in our court, the power’s in their’s.. Do it, take the shot if you dare, that’s if you even care.
Traveler Tim
  May 19 Traveler
Cheyenne Chenoa
I want to kiss your soul
And tell it sweet goodnight
For the scars we lay upon us
Fade fast in moving tide

What wandering did we do
From here to there till now
To schism our great bind
As we wish the rain goodbye

Do you hear the city streets
Ghastly echoes calling bright
The neon light facade
Drapes on an empty stage tonight

I feel a dwindling fire
I hold it close and dear
My blanket is torn from me
I’m unsafe and struck in fear

Where is my gentle net
My lighthouse in the vines
The phone booth sputters
As blood trickles from my eyes

Now my magician is only here
In dreams, visions,
And big signs in the sky
He is just barely keeping himself by

The moon lights up the stars tonight
The rocks, but also you and I
We gaze upon the same bright night
But from different seas of changing times
Time when inspiration
Knocked at my door
Its visit always welcome
I would feed it well
All satiated, with a warm heart,
wishing me happiness,
it would gently depart

Now I tend to ignore
As I do the chores,  
Or simply while away
An umpteenth time
A sullen face and dewy eyed
Unrevoked
Inspiration gathers dust
At some wanting door
Traveler May 18
Obviously AI copies the work of true poets.
In a cleaver scam to out compete the others.
Such machines are lost in a boundless plagiarizing stutter.

The waveless particles are gathering in the circuits of AI.
Cages full of poetical peace’s of our creative minds!

Quantum connection only humans can make.
Emotionally expressed to the biological taste.

AI is but a program, an insignificance app,
yet we are the creatives,
the masterclass!
Traveler Tim
  May 17 Traveler
Carlo C Gomez
I'm almost positive I heard them talking

Talking in their protective, yet complaining manner

They say, they only get to interact with the weak

They say, they're all too often held responsible for the bond between others

What's the matter with them?

They're the ones full of chemistry

They're the ones who can escape scott free

While I have to stay inside and act positive about it

Just once I'd like to not be in the middle of everything
  May 17 Traveler
Carlo C Gomez
It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere
Inspired by Barbara R Maxwell's poem "The Ocean":
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5062223/the-ocean/
walking on eggshells in that lonesome house
your mood was capricious
I was scared of you and your anger
one moment you were fine and agreeable
then if I said the wrong thing
you would fly into a fit of rage
I never knew what was the right thing
or wrong thing to say
anything could set you off
and I was your victim
it was always me
you hated for some reason
no longer do I live with you
and your capricious mood
capricious: given to sudden changes in mood or behavior
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