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 2h
Traveler
In the rewrite of the holy scriptures'
That all religions shall obey
Adam and Eve
Shall live forever
In the garden where they were made...

Cain shall complete Able
At the carnivore vegan feast!
The Witch Of Endor shall be welcome
Along with the soothsayer of Beelzebuby

Moses shall have no need to leave
All humans shall be equally free
Love shall engulf the Egyptians
All shall get along according to the inscriptions
  
The patriarch shall be forgotten
Jude shall not be boughtten  
Noah shall need no ark
Job shall posses a pair
Satan shall posses a heart
Jesus shall not be so rare

The Psychedelic Mushroom shall replace
The trees of Eden
You shall meet up with God
Every time your eaten

Certain Heavens shall be open to cheaters
In fact to them and all sin repeaters

And in my favorite book
The Book Of I-say-a-so
I may change my mind
And even though
I will always love
All my foes
I assure you
No one shall ever grow old!
Traveler Tim
 21h
Liana
A prompt in ELA
"Perfect Day"
While everyone started their paragraphs about what their perfect days would look like
With watching TV
And going to the mall
I wrote a poem about how they don't exist
Because she didn't say not to

It went something kind of like this:


There is no such thing as a perfect day
Even if everything goes your way
And you get to sleep in
You eat your favorite food
The sky is blue
Not it's usual gray
And all of your morbid thoughts
Put away

Even if you
Spend the day alone in solitude and peace
Or with your friends
And loved ones
And if you buy a pony
Or win the lottery
Or just smile the whole day
It will never be a perfect day

Because as you lie in bed that night
Or maybe you think about it the whole day
Tomorrow will not be the same
And the sky will return to its gray
And the thoughts flooding back in
And the peace--gone
It seems that something has come of class today. I hope I get an A!


(This wasn't it exactly, but close to it)
 21h
Traveler
Dear universe
I've minimum to report
...
Our world is still spinning
into entropy
and out of control.
We know not yet
what we really
need to know.
Ice and fire
hot lava and snow,
around and around
the sun we go.
Gravity held
  inertia repelled,
all our matter
heading for hell!

Dear universe the Earth is fine.
It's the human species on the line.
Traveler Tim
Once upon a time in a quiet corner of my mind
I deemed myself a poet.
What an arrogant ******* I am.
To think my less than subtle rhymes, written at best
in erratic time, qualify somehow as poetry.
Still I write this drivel from the heart
and I guess, Hell, maybe that's a start.
And maybe, It shouldn't be.
But maybe, just possibly
In the mind of this arrogant ******* poet
That's good enough for me.
smoking a bag full of memories
over the flame of your past
you get high on a girl
you no longer love
but can’t stop thinking about
and there’s nothing you can do
to change the way it went down,
only imagine what could’ve been
if you’d done things a bit differently
which somehow hurts more yet makes
you chuckle on the inside
and now’s she’s out there
with other people,
in other places,
doing other things
that don’t involve you
while you sulk in the corner
with the useless bottle,
the useless tears
and the useless fantasies
that you’ve never lived in.
I say relax kid,
if you look back on the entirety of yourself,
you’ve made it through drug overdoses,
car crashes, untruthful rumors, utter loneliness,
suicide attempts and the impeccable timing of bad luck
I’m fairly certain you’ll make it through this too,
it’s only heartbreak.
 1d
Traveler
When “what have I done”  finally sets in.
You’ll never be on board
for any war again!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Good people die in wars.
As stores of value, two titans stand
One old as time, one new in the land
Gold gleams with an ancient lore
Bitcoin opens a brand new door

Yellow metal, mined more each year
Still has too much inflation, we fear
Its authenticity, hard to prove
By ship or plane, it’s forced to move

Bitcoin, child of a digital age
Finite and quick, enters the stage
At light speed, traverses the globe
New frontiers of freedom to probe

Choose the one that you think is right
Gold from the earth, or digital light
Or some of both, for each in their way
Stores up value for a future day
You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery118TwoTitans.html
When in the thick of it
and feeling sick of it
just step back and
look at it

differently.
I wish you were a better liar
Because I'm able to see right through
This half baked gaslight fire
"It's not me, it's you" you spew
Then sit back and admire
The hell you put me through
Knowing your favorite reaction's about to transpire
A knee **** wish for an end I feel is past due
Triggering thoughts that are dire
And when I think I've reached peak punishment
It's nothing new
To be kicked when I'm down
Pushing the bar ever higher

©2024
 2d
Traveler
I'm not tied to any identity.
I am not lost in this dream.
I don't know and I don't care,
is the best remedy
when neo cons ring!
TT
I refuse to hate people on the otherside of our planet, all because neo cons seek manufacturing consent for wars.
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