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 Aug 2019
Ruheen
You wash out the bodies
Hang up on a line
Pin 'em up so very high
And wait for the blood to dry

Iron them out
Straight as can be
Rough, but smooth
Not a wrinkle, or crease

Grab your knife
And cut it up
See the results
They should be enough

Now, fold them up
And pack away
Lock the doors
To keep 'em safe
I swear I'm crazy. I just compared dead bodies to clothes. *shudder*
 Aug 2019
Jenovah
I radiate light my dear
Divine, milky, plus-size sphere
Mysterious femininity at my axis
Boys orbit my Atmosphere
But the brave land their ships
On my marvelous mountains
And equisite garden
I am an ambassador for
Mother Earth
Come taste the freshest rain
And view the prettiest flower
I keep secret between
The space where I can
Make fantasies come true
 Aug 2019
Traveler
How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....
Traveler Tim
Dedicated to:
Everyone in the known universe!
 Aug 2019
Traveler
Dear Sweet Poetess
If you were mine
I would love you
To the end of time...
All your needs
As mush as I have
Dear Sweet Poetess
You drive me mad...
I must confess
My heart is in need
Your's are the words
I long to read...
Dear Sweet Poetess
You set my heart free!
Traveler Tim
 Aug 2019
South-by-Southwest
(will be red instead of green holding up an AR-15 instead of a torch)

Give me your bloodied
Your poor dead souls
Your huddled masses
Crouching in fear
On the concentration Camp's floor
Become someone's
Wretched refuge teeming
By the score
Send these now to me the Homeless
Bullet riddled  bodies lying on the floor
I lift up my spotlight
To see the young and the Old lying in the door
 Jul 2019
Traveler
**** these violent black holes
Compressing each and every passing soul
****** through these eternities
By vacuums of unknowns

  On the other side where entropy awaits
There at the eventful horizon
Another big bang
At heaven's new gate

Hope is but a hypothesis
From an obsolete science book
Outdated in spirituality
Humanity is always
On the hook!
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2019
Nigdaw
Removed from paper inner sleeve
shiny black disc
catching light, rainbows across the groove
carefully placed on turntable's
spinning platter
to keep finger marks at bay
spinning, 33 1/3
snap, crackle, pop
the needle takes flight
leading in to
the rumble of bass
crash of high hat
singer's lyrical weavings
a density of sound
the smell of vinyl
a whiff of aging cardboard sleeve
artwork fit for a gallery
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