My journey finally came to its bitter end
I fell to the ground and deteriorated
I slipped deep into restfulness of soul
Surprisingly up from my after pile
A beautiful fungus forms
My wormed over residual self
From the ashes reborn
This is my new breath!
Order out of my Chaos
...............

The King with the axe
And the Suicide Jack
Are always worth a wild
Doubled down
Take a hit
And always wear
A smile
Snake eye roll
Crows eye view
Luck is a lady
Me and you
And the devil too

Now deal those cards!

With fine bush strokes
The Poet breathes
Grammatical adaptations!
Uncanny ideologies!
All these contemplations
Are an ******* sensation
And now it’s time to write another one!

I do believe I can relate...

As waves
Crashing the shores

As leaves
Wilted and torn

As wings
Caught in wind

As child
Without end

Yes I do believe
I get it..

A persona of nature
An animation
An approximation
A mirror subjective fixation

Pure aesthetic genius
Creativity in motion
Jamadhi Veres‘
Bottomless oceans
......................

Down the drain into the world
Let the traumas begin
In my shadow
In my fears
I am sin
Integrate me
Or disassociate me
Sanity’s at stake
Read some Freud or Carl Jung
When you wake and bake
🙏

Careful
Don’t lite a match
The truth could burn yer as..
Astronomy

Through leaky pens
Reality is revealed
Criminality assigned
Our trusted ruling class
Have more then once
Crossed the line

Vote blue by their design
Out rage feeds on sleeping minds
Truth Leakers are bad
Isn’t that what we’re to believe
After watching CNN or FOX on TV?

A soap operas
In real time syndication
Secretly in accordance’s
Behind  closed doors
Their greed starves the poor
And feeds the war
......

A couple of rats laughing
In the height of rodent prime
Just inside the walls
In the panelling confines

Sour milk and cheese
The sent of rotten meat
It’s freezing in the alley
Behind the trash pile heaps

Dwellings made of boxes
House the forgotten meek
Closed face and forbidden
As we pass them on the streets

A polite yet impaired man
Stays deep in the forest down the road
I gave him a ride from his tent
In the woods to the store
Behind his eyes he was broken
As he spoke of happy things
He asked me to come back and join him
But I had to run away

This is a gift I brandish alone
My sheath is my passion
My sword is my poem
Intellectual aesthetic‘s
My centre of pleasure
My creativity flows on
This body is tethered

People can make me feel quite strange
They roll their eyes and shake their brains
Seldom are they on the same page
Where poetry flows
In an aesthetic array

But this is who we are
And there is no need to change
The expanding universe
Is calling our names
...................

The body measures more
When the mind is set at ease
Intensely I explore
Her entire Galaxy

Deep within her stars
The inclusive stellar view
In the gravity of her emotions
The universe knows no rules

Vague are the descriptions
Of worlds beyond our grasp
If ya get a chance to journey there
May that journey last!

Who are these provocateurs
Ready for anything
Counterintelligence
Acts to encourage chaos
The anger is real
Caused by big banks
Corporate America
Lawmakers passing
Bill after bills
Criminalising poor people
??????????????????????????

Look no farther then your nose
The devil wears pantyhose’s
An eye that peeps
Out from under the blankets
To face another rainy day

I dreamt of when again
Farther away those memories fade
Hormones overflowing
Passion stained
Fragments of love
Tucked away in
Folds of forgiveness
Drowning in dread
Got to wake up before I’m dead

What is this chronic sense
of unfinished business
that wakes me in the night

The problem of problems
will never cease
pushing these rock up the hill

Motivation is important
for our perception
as our fulfilment
remains incomplete

What is this treasure
that we seek
to take with us
beyond
?

Knowing we're strong
We keep holding on
Never letting go
Poets are such stubborn
Individuals...
Using our words
We attempt to fix our worlds
Truth is...
I can't even fix what's wrong
Between me and my girl...
I take no credit
When she finally smiles
My heart has been lost
For miles and miles...

Whisper my name
It you recall this rhyme
Don't back down
It's not our time!
Traveler Tim

I remember my grandmother
The gleam within her eyes
I recall the stories she told
Them Old Wives Fables lies

Fiery hell and judgements
Demons roaming the Earth
Perhaps she paved the way
For an imaginary thirst

Surely you don’t believe
The elders have all gone mad
If there was not a villain involved
What mischief would we have?

Santa Claus is a watching
And Jesus from the cross
I do believe there is a reason
My sanity is lost
.....

This isn’t a case
Of writers block
Tides have turned
The winds have stopped
Unread poems
Stacks stuck at home
Unposted unknown
Dear Hellopoetry
You’re moving to slow

All my thoughts
Demand to rhyme
Contemplating
Line by line
My muse insist
What evil is this
This download of
Poetic upheaval

With a cyber grip
Eliot control the list
Where approval declines
Poetically confined
Dear Hellopoetry
Pleases
Toll the line!

Cutting through the thickets
Where no path was ever laid
I struggle to fine my footing
The sky has now turn grey

Jagged rocks guide my steps
Through thistles and thorny ******
A familiar force within me dives
Struggling to stay alive

I wrestle with the landscape
Until I reach the clearing
There the maple spread its branches
Falling leaves to soften the ground
And so I sleep another
Thousand years...

Overwhelming devils
Demons of disillusions
Tossed in with regrets
Churning in term oil
Echoes of retribution
Prodding and poking
Stabbing uncertainties
Spasms of unjustness
And here I lay

Rest well my child
Waste no time in beliefs
Global visions of dignity
Wars that suddenly cease

Think not nor contemplate
The moment of our demise
All the things that bother
Old folks in the night

Sleep tight!

Please don’t block me
For what I’m about to write
You need to know the truth
About me and your poetic wife...

Oh! it was just an innocent poem
Well, maybe more then a few
Nothing personal
Nor ****** in nature
Nor poetically lewd
It's just...
Her aesthetic covering
I can see right through!

Her words
So soft, sweet and sensual
I crave her lasting continuity
Into my being into my soul
She flows so fluently!

Forgive me Sir
For my part in hellopoetry’s role
If she were mine I would take it real slow!


Sincerely Traveler Tim

If I were to believe in God
I know who I’d become
A servant and a slave
Equivalent to God’s son

Obeying all commandments
Fearing eternal fire
Never giving in
To forbidden desires

They say they believe
But what prof do they have
Living their lives
Like mice in a lab

The mazes we weave
Of our own beliefs
Eternal prostration
For the sleepwalking elite

If we were all-things and nothing less
There would be no reason to fear our deaths
What faith, what hope, what reasoning
Would we have left?

But yes
I do believe
We’ll be here tomorrow
To dream of happy or simple sorrow
To appreciate all We can
Living, loving
And being
Human!
.....................

Secretly bad
an uneasiness within
assert goodness
as to cover up sin
maddening breaches
of spiritual growth
time to put the pope
to the end of the rope!

The worms and vultures will have at the dead, let’s all hide from our fears!
Leave these politicians to fester and rot
There’s nothing but smelly corpse here

I once was a Bernie bro when he was
Ralph Nader
Now
I am no longer a liberal nut
Nor a right wing hater
American politics
See ya later!

Spirit gives rise to soul
Soul gives rise to body
Body gives rise to mine
Love was there the whole time
........

No one is smart enough
to be wrong all the time.

Big Bang of aesthetics
Cognitive creative thoughts
The universe is expanding
With thee inertia of the god
........................................

See through my eyes
Beyond ethnic ends
Concentrated empathy
Through camera lens
I see all humans as potential friends

I store my hope in poetical prose
Good dreams I’ve lived
In darkness of soul
After all
This is the only world I know!

Beyond my scope but not beyond my imagination.
It isn’t an object yet but I do believe it will manifest.
The conclusion,
Who really knows?

I faintly recall stepping out of my trance,
walking towards a man with a gun.
But I felt no fear saying “shoot me!”
Behind the gun man
a shadow within a light within a shadow.
I felt as if I could pass straight through.
When the bullet pass through me
I fell to the ground,
into the arms of the Earth Mother.
It was not yet my time.

And there I was hanging
Eternity beneath my feet
One handed white knuckle
One tight grip on reality

And so I wonder where
My strength comes from
And who will catch me
When I lose my grip

I never knew I could fly.

We are at the edge of evolution.
The first wave that embraces all previous stages.
Accept your divine pride.
Where ever you are on the spiritual ladder.

Militance of an old construct
Ethnic-centric pathology‘s
You, yes you
Stand still or die!

Hands where we can see them
Drop it, on your knees
Hands behind ya!!

It appears you have unpaid fines
Sorry we had to shoot you
We thought you were reaching for a weapon.

Cave wall shadows dancing
Thunder from on high
Enlightenment unattainable
That’s just another lie
....

Shadows are the part of us
that refuse to grow.
We need to integrate them back
neatly in stow.
........

Time is but a nagging measurement
Kinetic forces, inertia unleashed
Every birthday now forth
One year closer to entropy

Deformity of my spirituality
Preserve my heart in wine
The calamity of my existence
Chaotically divine

My charity dreary
My energy empathy drains
As I share your agony
To ease your suffering

I seek refuge
Alone in the wilderness
Drawing faces on the moon
Deities behind the clouds
Here wayward creature
Are solemnly set a fowl
.....

Sarcasm settles my stomach
When being force fed propaganda
Doubled down talking points
Sink to the bottom of my guts
Are ya ******* nuts!

I’m wired with a hair trigger fuse
Mess with me you’re gonna loose
Be on your game
Choose your words well
i’m not buying what you got for sale

Live long and prosper
For all that freedom brings
American pride is deaf and blind
And bigotry becomes your kings!

No one reads poetry
on Sunday mornings.
So I don’t post on Sunday’s.
until late afternoon.

But here’s a tidbit for ya!

Roses are red violets are indeed blue
Life is beautiful and so are you!

Learning and evolving
Primitively revolting
Problematic solutions
Ideological institutions

Mergence of shadow
Disassociation of ego
***, ecology, spirituality
Check, check, check

Why am I still broken?

My lady is well respected by most women
That is, in our struggling society class of friends.
Never could rap my mind around why$
Surely she is not the alpha type
Yet she owns property
She is very devoted to her money

I am but an accessory
I match her purse
Now don’t get me wrong
Life could be worst
With her credit card in my wallet
I fulfil my thirst
Material items, good times
I fell into a trap that treats me kind!

Surviving in a prison cell
I learn to stand behind myself
Witnessing this hell I dream

We sleep in comfort
As we slumber away our existence
Being a true master takes persistence
Hell I can fall back to sleep in an instant

Aesthetic displays
I get lost in the days
This dream is but a life
The con from beyond
Keeps me going strong
No matter wrong or right
..............................

Nothing is how it’s supposed to be
Yet it’s perfect how it is
The paradox is plain to see
There’s pleasure in suffering to live

Love an irresistible irritation
A hungry heart of complications
Time refuses to standstill
Innocence was never real

From the moment we’re born
We tread on life
We catch and ride
This purposeful flight

In the end
Perhaps we all ascend
So
Devour to survive
If you can!

Looking through your eyes
What do I see
A mirror reflection
but that’s not me
I’m sure your different
than what I perceive
We are all free to believe!

I’m looking at you
with eyes of reason
Please
stop being evil!

His ship run a ground
Lost the pull of the morning tide
The moon abandoned him on the rocky coastline until late that night
Then he retuned to the waters
Due west towards the next sun set
Soon the waves carried him
Unto another life
He was free again!

You have one of the most beautiful soul I have ever come across.
Not a single blemish on your body could represent your eternal self.
With eyes that see through, I look upon the beauty of your eternal youth.
See what you may of my surface and wonder of my underneath,
I am but the spring of passions and countless quantum leaps.

Over the years the notes play on
The music gets old so we write new songs
Practice our words and keep them in key
Times to change then repeat the beats
Patterns I hastily strum
Unique precisions I pick
I am but a fungus in the forest
A back woods hick
The flower, the ****
***** my guitar
I am an ember in the fire
Music is indeed my greatest desire

We all have a shadow side
I’ve seen yours
Now have a look at mine
Opposite of my persona‘s fear
I’m not afraid of being weird
We are all perfect beyond our pride
Made of sub atomic light
Still
How can one integrate
A stability lackImg wealth?
A fear the shadow
Cannot support the self
Who can embrace
Love without a wall
I’m already on the ground
So I’m not afraid to fall

Do you believe that you are above
Looking down from your love
Well that’s a projection
Of your greatest fear
So take the focus off
The broken mirror
........

I’m still here lost in these walls
Stumbling around these haunted halls
Falling through, flashing by
Just a ghost of love that’s died

Dear Death
Did you forget where I live
The penalty of my existence
My stain upon your list

Why do you stall your murderous plan
Human and beast all be dammed
This hunger for life that ends in death
A future of darkness within a breath

Doing hard time in the prison of life
I once lived the dream
Of family and wife
Now I’m alone
On this hill
On this thrown
Dear Death
Come take me home
.......
P.S. Dear Death
It was good to be alive!

A Blackeyed Demon
crawled out of my *****
on his travels to and fro
helped himself to my provisions
and left his superstitions
spreading chaos was his goal

The Sky Wizard would angrily protest
this his religion could not digest
He sent a drought a plague and a flood
He got so angry he forgot how to love

The moral of the story
could never be known
for this universe was never my home
I am but a Traveler
a one nightstand
I won’t be held responsible
for this broken promise land
...........

Invisibility is a matter of fact
Nonexistent substance lack
Objective when it stops you dead
Subjectively in your head

Invisible particles of matter
Nonexistent fables that flatter
Object as it breaches your being
Subjectivity can never be seen

Do you object to such a subject?

Why change ways now
Let the devil take a bow

Like when we were young
Getting high and having fun

Scrub the paradigm shift
All this foolishness is bliss
Perhaps
A one-way road to the abyss

Don’t concern yourself with bigger things
Being right is preordained
After all
The Mountain is going to catch you
When you fall
Just stand tall

It’s them or someone else
Your victim knows it well
Come and join the party
Propaganda sales

The stock markets doing great Wall Street is having a feast
Pay no attention to the millions in the street
.............
Voting blue will not save you
Voting blue will not save you
Voting blue will not save you
Resistance is futile