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 Oct 2013 Jesse John
Traveler
So familiar these roads I travel
But where does reason lead
Now concrete which once was gravel
That's all that remains of my beliefs...

The mysterious remains as is
A ghost of a chance I may be right
There's more to ponder obsessively
Upon my bed late at night...
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Traveler Tim
re to 03-19
 Sep 2013 Jesse John
Traveler
Whispering, they point their fingers
They see me looking and quickly look away
As I walk away the gossip lingers
I can just imagine the words they say

I make my way downtown to a crowded bus stop
Stares and looks of disgust I recieve
An old girlfriend who once shared my secrets
   Conveniently forgets her own ***** deeds

I was never really
The man in the trench coat
Supposing to expose my naked shame
I didn’t breathe down phones
I was never out to get ya
Never peeked through your windows
Yet the labels remain...

I was just like you an innocent child
Falling in place, never making waves
Yet if you cross any line, they wont’ let you redeem
They believe such a person can never refrain…
Ode to an old friend.
She was sitting on the grass
on the sports ground
some other girls
were with her

he could hear
their laughter
and chatter
but when she saw him coming

she got up from the group
and walked towards him
leaving the girls
to giggle behind her

wasn't sure
if you'd be out here today
Christina said
he paused in front of her

taking in her neat hair
and smile
sure I am
he said

yesterday was one of those things
I got tied in to helping
the gym teacher after dinner
and well what can a guy do

when he's wanted
that's all right
she said
just I missed you

he smiled
he liked it
when she said
those kind of things

they walked up
the sports field together
the giggling girls
in the background

don't pay mind to them
she said
they're just jealous
not of you being with me

he said
why not?
she said
I'm nothing

to write home about
he said
I'd write home about you
she said

well maybe only
if my mother
was in on e
of her good moods

he laughed
she talked
of her mother's moods
her ups and downs

of her father
and her elder brother
and he always being
where she was

coming into her room
or catching her
when she came out
of the bathroom

semi clothed
he listened
but only half heartedly
he wanted

just to hear her voice
to sense her being there
her hand just inches
from his own

her body
a mere touch away
they passed by others
boys and girls

some at ball games
some just talking
some playing chasing games
laughter following

they reached the upper fence
of the grounds
and stood gazing out
at the passing traffic

the hills in the distance
the woods behind
she talked of a girl in class
whose sister was pregnant

and how the girl
was going to be
an auntie at 13
he took her hand

her thumb
rubbed his hand
she became silent
words stopped

she leaned in
and they kissed
lips touched
tongues tongued

hands held
squeezed
they parted
she looked back

at the sports field
he watched her profile
the way her dark hair
was brushed just so

and the cheek
the colouring
he sensed her hand
her fingers slim

he ran his thumb
over them
she looked back at him
and said

wonder what my mother
would say if she
could see me here?
naughty girl I guess

he said
and the rest
she said
what would your mother say?

poor girl probably
he said
she laughed
no seriously

I don't know
he said
as long as I was good to you
she wouldn't mind

and of course
not doing anything
I oughtn't
she gazed at him

such as?
she didn't say
he said
Christina looked back

at the sports field
maybe one day
we may find out
she said

yes maybe one day
he said
taking in her slim figure
clothed in the green skirt

and grey cardigan
her white ankle socks
laughter rose
from a ball game

some one called
a ring rang
from the school
it echoed around

the grounds
best go back
she said
back to the brain washing

he said
still he sensed her hand
in his
as they walked the grass

she in thought
until other girls came
and she went with them
leaving his hand behind

and he watched her go
her swinging hips
her fine figure
set him all aglow.

— The End —