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Jun 30

Traveler

I must shut you off for now.
It’s summer time
and the river is calling loud!
The canopy and undergrowth
are a diversity of unending floral.
Not many people roam these woods
just me and the squirrels!
I waste no time pulling weeds,
my garden has grown massively!
Life so alive day and night
Been bit and stung
by every bug in flight,
still it feels so right
cool river water
hot summer day
may the water flow your way!

Get out there before it snows..

Traveler Tim

#traveler #interweb #summer

Jun 30

Bekah Halle

In You

In You, I am alive —
In You, I can try; thrive —
In You, I can create,
In You, I know my fate —
In You, I can fail.
In You, I can see all,
Now, truly.

#faith #hope #love

Jun 29

Nylee

Your imprint

isn't it strange, that you meet yourself in different people, in new faces,
The person you witness and become, the imprint remains
It is part of you, subdued but brewed like cyclonic wind
Decode others with empathy, look beneath the eyelids
The door to the soul, it looks just like mine
From the exterior, what is, all these coverings?
We have hidden the warmth quite beneath everything.

#nyee

Jun 29

Maddy

Someday

Peace
Honesty
Respect

Real Understanding
Acceptance
Apologies
Current state of affairs is heartbreaking
Enough is enough
Change for the better is needed and necessary
Remaining positive and calm
No need for downers and ignorance
Moving forward
The past that Private Bone Spurs lives in is yesterday
He lives in his world and the past
The prejudice and conservatism makes me sick
Buckley meant well but opened the door for The Grand Orange
William B was before my time but his impact felt still
Someday, Someday it will get better for all

Jun 29

Traveler

BIO WAVES

At the quantum levels
the wormholes connect..
Muse is but a solar radar
where particles redirect..

The patterns open
in a dopamine state..
Brilliant thoughts
begin to race..
Write them down
before they fade..
We are merely antenna
in the bio waves..

Traveler Tim

#traveler #muse #bio #quantum

Jun 29

South-by-Southwest

When It's my time

When it's my time to go
do I go alone ?
Who's to guide me ?
Who's there to open the gate ?
Who's there to say welcome home ?

The days have been torn from the book
There's nothing between the covers
but that dubious look

No hands of man can reach me
No clock can measure
No wind will chill
No thoughts remain
No tears left unwashed
by rain

I will go to the music
I will crave the light
I will not fear
Nor lose sight

Between the day and dark
I will choose to follow
If I lose the way
It will be my sorrow

So let my hand go
Whisper something
beneath your breath
I will see you there
beyond the grip of death