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 Nov 2016
Traveler
Dread is alive
Roaming the earth

Feeds on low vibes
Oppression gives birth

Without a warning
Beyond a clue

Dread is a cold night
   Waiting for you...

Run and play now
Poetic child

But beware the dread
   Behind a smile...
Traveler Tim
 Nov 2016
Traveler
I have written this letter of my impending death
Of my own will, my delusion, in my last breath
A spear breaches the armor, pain penetrates the soul
I bear this wound in horror and march on through the snow

Oh, that I were home with you
Blessed to be of the surviving few
To live the dream of freedom’s bliss
To escape the ink of death’s list

There the young shall fear no more
The old shall rest with unlocked doors
There I shall play guitar and sing
And through the walls our laughter rings

Friends and neighbors shall smile and wave
There upon fresh linens we shall lay
To sleep the dark and rejoice the dawn
There the ties to life hold strong

Yet these tides have turned against the meek
My burning eyes grow tired and weak
I fear the cold has come to stay
And the blinding night has replaced the day
I attempt to hide in my pretense
But the storm is nigh, the fog grows dense
Redeemer of these fallen stars
The sky grows darker where you are
By these sands of time running low
I’m not so far from letting go

An enemy dances at our gates
Internal bigotry, fear and hate
Our children die in foreign wars
And here we ask "what was it for?”
Until at last we are no more
Traveler Tim
2006
 Nov 2016
Francie Lynch
They're struggling at the water hole,
It's really getting rough,
Jackals nipping at the heels
Of the rhinoceros.
The ***** lie in the grass
Waiting for what's left,
But the water-line is dropping,
And the wild ones face the test.

The struggle spills into the street,
Into the houses of the weak,
Where it's getting stronger.
There's less light in the daytime,
The night's are getting longer;
If this is a Safari,
Do you think it's going well?
Or are we holding baskets
In the long line-up to hell?
 Nov 2016
nivek
constantly parrying cheap shots
under the breath curses
the aping ridicule
 Nov 2016
Pax
My heart fell
from the sky
down to the
darkness
it fall.

Now i got used
to not seeing
much of
anything
despite
the dimness
of the faint light
i still have.
part of my darkness series.
Darkness II :
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1778759/darkness-ii/
 Nov 2016
Randy Lee
everything I am is a lie
my addiction waits...

what kind of role do I play
the damage is complete

I'm broken and shattered
scattered with the wind

I am all these lost pieces
hoping to be whole again
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