I know who you are
I see through your skin
the curious child home alone
oh how you’ve grown
not much has changed my friend

Ya I know…
I know where you’ve been…

No one comes late
it’s merely pure fate
many have staked their claim
spiritually trekking
brain heart connecting
coherent in the creativity game

HP won’t
let me
               on…..

Before I study the subject,
searching the truth diligently…
I took those protective measures
I washed and dried my hands!
Yet now I must deny the syringe
that ****** the skin
and allow
my immune system
to make its stand!

Hell tripping?
It’s only down half the way,
then it’s up from there!
That is…
to get through the infernal flames
at the centre of the earth..
So keep pushing on my friends!!

I like a doll
who’s cottony soft
One setting up straight
with her prissy legs crossed!

I like a doll
with a silent scream
when you wind her up
and pull her string!

I like a doll
who’s love knows no end
I love a doll
anytime I can


I like a doll
reminiscent of times
back in the days
when you were once mine
…..

It's getting ever clearer now
the distortions in-between..
The clouds of thoughts
are only passing over
the surface of my being

Here I write in passion's bliss
a mused by all I see
comfortable in my pleasure zone
secreting dopamine!

As the collective:
We strived to hold on
to our individuality.

On This Side

As the self:
We sparingly search
for our connection
to oneness.

Did you hear?
Everything is going to be fine!
It has come to light
apparently
everybody and everything
is just divine ..

Seriously poet’s
this is what we’ve been waiting for!
an end to suffering
the end of all wars!

You can unlock that door
tHEY mean you no harm
change your beliefs
through up your arms!

There’s no need to stay
in an uneasy way
evolve consciously
and enjoy the day!!

A Poet’s voice is…
mountain moving thunder
when their world is threatened

A Poet’s heart is…
submissively tempered
beating love under any pressure

A Poet’s pen
can lift the world
higher and brighter
in different hues and views
of the changing skies

A Poet can fly!

Indeed my dear friend,
I can see your skin is gold…
I’ve no need to hold that in consciousness,
the human spices is what I know.

Life’s Loki is only having fun
still the father love’s everything we’ve done
Justifying our misfit wayward archetypes
everything in the shadows
is always brought to light

Circadian woke in rhythm
the tide rolled in at dawn
In the octave of momentum
the artist wrote his song

Life is getting better
faces wearing smiles
love spreading farther
turning up the dials

Beyond judgment I look
I lift up the killer and crook
all this darkness deceives
with fear you’re never free!

Did you do the work,
get your train on track?
Hearts get burnt out
That’s just a fact.

Did you learn to swim
in the deeper end
Did you trust the hands
that let you go?
Relax…
Panic rewires the venerable!

Will you face some more
with head held high?
peace is a war
fought inside
……………..

This day I face myself
Fear is an illusion
I refuse to imagine some doom
I refuse to **** our conclusion

Through the force of good
I recognise all faces
Fear not for our human death
will only change us.

I am safe within this moment
I invite you to feel as calm
pay no attention to all the chaos
the collective’s fear is strong!

Us creatives have the task
of invoking our higher selfs
learn to sing in higher octaves
distribute our supplemental wealths

The pass is but a thought
the future we must imagine
I will channel my energy
in a moment of loving compassion

Would you eat
something called
a chicken dumping?
Well I use to,
three older brothers and a sister
I ate mostly dumplings!

Don’t bother writing a book
change will only render it obsolete
Once I thought I understood
the true role of poetry…

Time is as swift as sand
We grab and hold the beach
falling through our fingers
these foolish fales beliefs…

Take comfort in your love
and watch your spirit grow
Our poetry is but a diary
of our ever changing roles…

Love is the acceptance
of the divine!
Fear claims more fear.
(That little voice
whispering
in your other ear)
The true self expresses
in the eternal now,
And so blessed are those
poetically endows!

The Big Bang
was but a spark
of all that exist
……

I will love you
From here now on
Unconditionally
Right or wrong
I will share
Your secret pain
I will ride
Your hell bound train
Down and out
Out of work
I will love you
Beyond your worth
I will love it
When you smile
I will love you
For a while
'Til the end
Where love flies free
I will love
Both you and me!

Getting me out of my own way
isn’t ever easy..
My ego is rather big
and mostly greedy…
Feed me more
cry’s out my empty core
On and on I fight
this losing finite war…

I’m sorry to see
you’re falling apart
It could be different you know
We could strive to make things better
  Reimagine our roles…
These dreams manifest themselves
in clusters of agreements
Sort them out and sigh…
Accept the moment
and in the light you’ll receive it
Catch ahold and fly!

I’d like that to be true
but there’s always a test
The shadow of my doubt
nevertheless
…..

The truthful face
can hardly shine
programmed in fear
denying divine

I see my shadow
in lost and broken souls
we are equally paired
as we play these humanistic roles

These patchworks of poetic words
shall keep our centenarian warm
when the long winter settles in
we’ll finally be safe
from the restless summer storms

So hang in there Poets
and keep writing!

It appeared to be true
all the pieces seemed as if they fit
we were all in agreement
our rules served the greater good
oh how those ethnic standers lifted us!

Now it postoperative time!

They love me
Because I’m me!
But what if…
I was no longer me?
Do you think
anybody would notice
the protagonist in there
dream…

We hide them in shadows
our unspoken truths
thing we’re in agreement with
the devils we approve

exposure comes
as the sky opens up
slight of sleeves
is brought to the cuff

no escaping society norms
a patch of cosmic clouds become
a down pouring karmic storms

I’m not here to warn you
or soothe an unjust belief
we are at the precipice
of a change we’re going to need
……
x so

Fear is its own kingdom
separate from god’s
when I hear
what those fearers
have to convey
I simply smile
and nod
and go god’s way!

Through these eyes of love
I strain to see
those outside my visionary…
My anger is a pest I swat and shoo
buzzing around this eternal fool….
Fear I fight as an unacceptable flight
there’s no room for hate
in this momentary life…
Open minded I listen well
to what the spirits have to tell…
I attempt to rise above
the narratives of push and shove…
and so I exist “mostly” in a state of love!

I’m not a guru
nor a teacher
I’m only a light
when you’re feeling
dark and cold!

An agreement of sort
nowhere before we begun
the promise of new days
in the setting of the suns

an internal pledge
a chosen vessel formed
fear sticks in the spoke
the riders has been warned

separation the grand illusion
a denial of the source
along comes a low resonation
from peace and love to war

realization of meaning sparks
a bright blazing torch
illuminating higher thoughts  
an agreement of sort
.......................................

While free climbing
life’s jagged ledge
I lost hold and fell
to my death
is was at the bottom
that I came alive
don’t let this world
confuse you
life never dies

We are not truly the light
if we hold others
in darkness

I tend to dimly shine
………

I sorely perceived
my past miss deeds
unsteadily I crawled
up off of bent knees
the road was hard
gravity strong
pulling me down
where I believed
I belonged

addictions still lingers
truth’s a higher place
living the victim role
is a detour to grace
the shadow of death
beckon the weak
life is to treacherous
go back to sleep

I’ve come to far
to throw in the towel
I’ll get this right
and help you tomorrow!

An open mind?
is not enough
let our heart’s
  search out love…

the lower self
advocates fear
our egos vibrates
  low down here…

how we serve
is our choice
let our divinity
   be our voice…

there is always
more to learn
enlightenment is not
the final term…

songs can be sung
in any key
in a scale of notes
of war and peace…

This may read
something like a rant
I wouldn’t talk in rhymes
but you know I can’t…
I can’t move my eyes
until the end of the maze
what’s happening over there
always happens that way…
you can’t hurry
the expressionism
poetry isn’t based
in professionalism…
so take your time
try to make since
exaggeration can help
makes your lyrics intense
………..

Somewhere there has to be
a window left ajar
an unlocked door
a spaceship bound for Mars

beyond these crystallized values
these ceilings of sophistication
beyond these solid grounds
of miss interpretations

I can not fit in
these ranks reject my views
no one wants to know
the reality I can prove
no…
not within this human zoo
……..

Let the Weeping Willow weep
there can be no resolve
in her swinging swaying feats
your words may falter
so just let her sleep
her rest will come
when Her Maker shall she meet
within my heart
she shall always skip a beat
so let the Weeping Willow weep
……………………

The truth is…
I am penniless
I live in a small barn
in my girlfriends back yard
no running water
she lets me use her hose
I run her farm for my stay
I do own a F-150 2010 truck
she keep insurance on it for me
I spent most of my adult life in prison
people fear ex-convicts
so I have limited friends

I am the less of us
I can’t afford to donate money to Hellopoetry

Did you think differently?
well I am rich
I have love
it is all I care about
I am 59 in great health
I lift weights, run and study daily

I love my life
Do you?

When white lies trickle
into my speech
I hold my tongue
pressed against my teeth

I take a deep breath
and tell the truth
I can’t live this life
any better then you!

Travelers 🧳 Tim

I am not my story
the narrator past
obviously his suffering
was never mean to last

no one bullied me
they helped me forged a man
into a lover of life
a healer of the land

I have no regrets
no blame to invest
I’d actually like to thank
the universe for this test

we didn’t come from our parents
we were only passing through
I’d like to thank them both
for the hell that they once knew

I am not a story
trapped within a book
I am a poet
the past is what it took!

My body's getting older
I'm timeless trapped inside
the voices in my mind
I'm beginning to recognize

a balance in my nature
flipped upon my path
bridging troubled waters
freeclimbing broken backs

wishes are forgotten
in the changing turning tides
wonders wearily settle
on a blind and tired ride

lovers move on, the connect stays
I know her there, beyond the matrix stage

travelers fall from nowhere
drawn by bright parades
textures faith provides
an sole my soul conveys
..............................

My soul’s
running raw
tonight
my love’s
an open sore
I’m drowning
in these depths
despite
my buoyant heart
needs more

She here to share
this world with me
our momentary
dream
she here
to fill my emptiness
she’s my one
and only
queen

I hold her tight
all through the night
a sedentary sigh
I’ll rise at light
to be the one
who's worries
carries
on my mind

Your true spirit speaks
when your silence answers
obviously our friendship
has turned to cancer
was it something I said
that made it fade
I still love you anyways!!

Okay!
I agree
the earth is in
dire need
scared and blemishes
from sea to sea
a major facelift
would set the earth free
from the likes
of you and me!
Save the whales
save the trees
bring back paradise
bring back the bees
okay
I agree!

God is the light
of the human soul
peering into the darkness
of our heart’s
……….

Drunken philosophers
cannot be educated
simply hold your tongue
while their intoxicated
tomorrow morning
they’ll be momentarily wise
wondering why
they feel dead inside!
to many drink
and we’re on the brinks
trying to tell
the world what to think
oh how
these wet brain sinks!

Off to the witches
I carry my fears
Conjured from the dawn
Cast into thin air
Repetitive devotion
Water in eternal motion
   Dear Gaya
Please hold me here…

Yesterday and tomorrow
don’t actually exist
yet I remember
and look forward
to your next kiss!

I follow not
the rainbows end
the *** of gold
that wares men thin
such are the riches
that turn to stone
loss of reasons
lazy prone
and so I strive
to remain unknown!

Traveler
is not my real name
in the poetry world
I shall never know fame
few will listen
Fewer will read
the need to be heard
is but a social disease

I write for an outlet
for these words in my head
I can never abandon
my lover in red
easing my burdens
massaging my soul
life is but a dream
then we wake up and go!