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We often reach the future
by sailing in the past

Our course in life a distant breeze
— that steps tomorrows mast

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Don’t tell
me
what I
already know

Don’t give
me
what I
already have

Don’t take
me
where I’ve
already been

Don’t play
me
what I’ve
already heard

Dissuading
moments
when left
unbound

Preempt
the silence
a devil’s
sound

But deep
inside
satanic
winds

A Savior
whispers
beyond
— the din

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
She spent her time with Mary Jane
     And diamonds in the sky;
She skipped with joy down Penny Lane
     As Rita passed her by.

I am the walrus yesterday
     Tomorrow never knows
Whate'er became of Lucy Gray
     And where her bonnet blows.
I’m tired of hearing people tell me “there are plenty of fish in the sea”
When I’m underwater drowning
I’m tired of hearing people tell me “love will come when you least expect it”
When I’m tired of waiting
I’m tired of hearing people tell me “you need to focus on yourself first”
When I’ve spent so much time alone
I’m tired of hearing people tell me “you need to learn to love yourself and love will come to you”
When I feel like I do love myself
Stop telling me there are plenty of fish in the sea
When I’m drowning.
Written on 4/19/25
Why are you
waiting
your house
is burning
Run while
you can
from the blaze
inside

What will
be left
in the morning
after
But naked
ashes
and tears
— uncried

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Angry gods unworshipped and unknown
High up in heaven forgotten and alone
Resurrected in text, decreed as foes
**** the rituals that fed on our souls

Good deeds go undone under the sun
My prayers unspoken weigh a ton
Their hearts filled with vile disgust
Decomposed corpses, boils and pus

These unplanted seeds wither and rot
Pestilence and famine never stop
Songs once written of former glories
Greek in origin their ancient stories

Bored and restless in their continuum
Unprepared to give the bare minimum
Human-like attributes, they deviate from norm
Made in our image, distorted in our form...
Traveler Tim
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