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 Apr 2017 Alexis Walkes
Traveler
Try and wrap
Your mind around
A paradox
Quite grotesque
Existing within
A parallel
While bypassing
Togetherness

An ideology
Of choseness
To survive
The end of days
Will hold us
In its clutches
And suspend us
In its maze
...
Traveler Tim
This is a little everyday tale,
A warning for women, without fail,
Yes, it's Easter time again,
Your old man's got camping on his brain,
So, you load up the caravan and car,
This camping site is miles too far,
You set off in a golden glow,
Seven hours of traffic jams on the road,
You are having fun! you grin,
You are listening to your family whinge,
Your old man has a bad back,
You unload the stuff, the kids do clap,
But, the primus stove does not work,
Then the fridge throws a spanner in the works,
Now the milk is off,
Your old man tells you to "*******!"
You are having fun!
Shame you haven't got a gun!
You all collapse into bed,
By 5 am, it's raining, enough said,
The dog has left you a doggy surprise,
And for breakfast, only frozen pies,
You are having fun!
His moans have just begun.
You wish you'd brought a gun!
Yes, girls, camping is a defence,
God gave you a home, not tents!
Happy Holidays!!!!!!!!**######
Feedback welcome.
 Apr 2017 Alexis Walkes
Traveler
Forgotten now
She's no longer young
I can taste
Her name on
The tip of my tongue
I see her face
So elegant yet tired
We once shared
Her deepest
Darkest desires
Oh how I miss
That kind of fire

Dust settles in empty spaces
Caterpillars morph while lost in stasis
Stuffy moths need butterfly ***
To spread their wings
To retrieve their hum
Oh what have I become
With my indignatious sum

...
Traveler Tim
Hair was dark as night
the silver fox has arrived
I call her mother

Roasted chestnut eyes
searching for people to help
hope lives in her palms

Four strong beating hearts
she embroidered those to us
a human angel

Today is her day
because she emerged from it
April dwells in her
For my mother - today is her birthday! :)
You think I'm really clingy.
But really, I'm just lonely.
I'm broken.
I'm alone.
I'm nobody's token,
I'm a dog without a bone.

Two broken souls will find each other,
Hang on for life,
And find their lover.
But there will always be strife.

If broken recognizes broken,
And I am alone,
Will there be a time when,
I find my broken clone?

There's nobody around.
Is he someone I've already met?
Or have I just not found
Someone as broken as me yet?
Will my prince ever come?
 Mar 2017 Alexis Walkes
yne
what is woefully sad
it's not that you left me
or the fact that
i just let it be

what is woefully sad
is i still deeply love thee
and the fact that
she's the one who broke your heart and not me
I need your lips

So I'll catch them by their
Silken wings

Mid flight
Riding the wind
Of your words
And mine

Line by line
Stanza by stanza
#butterflypoetry  #iloveyou
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