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  Jul 19 Traveler
Pagan Paul
In July 2023 I posted a poem entitled For Hours of Time.
Little did I know at the time that it would be taken by a composer and turned into a piece of music (with my permission!) this year.
The composition is for a solo violin and choir.
Below is a link to the video:

https://youtu.be/mpGcrWHwb7g?si=5loGIGzfUcGVN7VN

I hope you enjoy Sy Anderson and Pagan Pauls collaboration.
I'm really proud of it!
https://youtu.be/mpGcrWHwb7g?si=5loGIGzfUcGVN7VN
  Jul 19 Traveler
guy scutellaro
i don't know how old i was, 8 or 10.

I climbed out the window
onto the roof of the garage.

it was summer.

I lied down
and gazed at the stars for hours.

i reached to touch moonbeams,
and with my finger
drew a circle around the north star.

i dissolved into the hush of stars
free of want or need.

a single heart beat.
I, the wind, moon, stars.

I long to lie on the roof, again,
gaze at the stars
and filled with wonder.
  Jul 19 Traveler
Ken Pepiton
Washington Crossing the Delaware
by Emanuel Leutze, MMA-NYC, 1851

Who we aspire to become, always
we aspire to get out of this deception we made
when we believed Stephen King, that liars prosper.

The drama is we know we are lying.
Original intention is subconscious suggestion.

delicate what opposed to balance merest of whys...

All along, we know, this is it, this is life, we see,
we think, we breathe, okeh, so what, why do it,
why sort people by values nobody knows, we see

we become the entertained, we make believe,
we see so, we know, we can do that, too, act like,
we both know, how and why, we have come so far,

edges are smitht intentionally to cut days apart.

Consume or produce, presume nothing, just adjust
being a flex connector, left behind believer regrets,
sorry don't fix none o'that, contracts, riches in advance,

all at once, won the lot o' that confidence, make believe,
sister, every child oughta be convinced, not persuaded.

Shelly Berman made it clear, said
tell him he's a boy, before he makes an arbitrary decision.

Assisting Intelligence Truthb'toldentimes, we wished for this.

Such a time, sit in church, wonder if, Isaiah was sawn asunder.

Last thing Jah said was prove me now, herewith, tithe and prosper,
the way of selling appetites, desires and earnest wishes, believe,
prove the power of the offered ten percent, get it back in slaves.

Then the drama is we don't know, the mysterious why are we here plot
develops
as we sleep,

but gut response, visceral intuition,
adjusted for recent referred sufferings,
amygdaling Jungianding ding bleibe doch

hiccup a wait
hold it, wait it out, hiccups are old codes,
hope to die from rotgut burpies, prayers.

Escape, eh, scapegoats dream realized.

Yep, where all Jah's promises are premised.
in truths you never suspected, because,

at birth you were offered up, to science,
Dewey decimal educated sorted science,
finders of ways where no ways are science

heros slippery as gnosinsnot knots picked.
Wiped upon my pants, its all caked
in layers, More again, its alright,

there, we prayed were here somewhere,
over the spectrum we populate in order,
to seem as real as wasery once in poems.
Testing novel solutions to madness and declared dementia, just in case.

Some interconnecting database calls are failing to update, thats life in the idle word redeeming halls of Hell.  weform both sided right ideas.
  Jul 19 Traveler
Jay Jelly
Asunder
Birds of prey
Hard headed
Gravity
Incomplete story
In need of my
Sweet salvation
I can’t walk
On water
Wishful thinking
Out loud
Ringing the bell
Twelve rounds are up
Spiraling out
Of control
My crutch can’t withstand
The pressure
Like a stick of dynamite
Exploding daily
Fountain of youth
I’ll pass
I’d never wanna relive
All the unbearable moments here
I’ll never drink from the cup
Because I’ve seen more
Then enough of all this
So called life
For a thousand lifetimes in vain
Dead weight free falling
Into flames
Like a bomb
Falling from the sky
Catastrophic damage up next
Would you shield me from
Thee explosion
Before I fall  
To my demise  
Parachute open up your
Door to me eternally yours
I will be forever in your debt
  Jul 19 Traveler
Jay Jelly
Unrighteousness
Inlayed
Woven into me
I had to put the misery
Out to pasture
Target practice almost buried me
The blood sweat
And tears became entwined
Null in void  
Like the fiddler
On my roof banished
Beyond liberating
As the prisons crumbled
Fortresses and barriers fared
No better collapsed
Could no longer hold
Me at there own request
Consume elsewhere
Find a new enemy
Identifying a better reality
Taking a bite of
The right fruit for once
Endless chapters
Non fiction roared
Like the sad fables of yesterdays
They might still be screaming
But I’m not listening
Not my kind of scripture
I didn’t have
Enough tools on my belt
To cope properly
Until he shined down on my sadness
Eventually I started easing towards
Something more graceful
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