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The outside is blue
And shaped like a bowl
Perhaps a tank
Perhaps the air I am breathing
Is water
I float in space
No, I swim

I am not a human being
I am a fish in a tank.


--Eleanor Rigby
Bury me in rose petals so my spirt can remember the sweet softness of your touch
May you walk me down the church isle so I know you will always be by my side through sickness and health
Remind me of our youth by calling me baby
Love me unconditionally and I will love you
(DIAPHANOUS)
Sep 15, 2014

This is that part of me
I’m not afraid to expose
A glimpse of my nakedness
A composition I compose

Freely I share regrettable mistakes
Lapse in judgment, slaps in the face
Rather you identify Or quickly deny
These are issues and battles of life.

Creativity comes in darkness
As well as in light
Fear not the lack of morals
As the Poets take to flight...
Traveler Tim

I am writing  everyday
Hit and of course misses.
No time today
Life is wonderful
Hope you are enjoying life!
I could be just like a speck of dust in your eyes;
when you blink I'm gone forever
or
I could be like blood in your heart;
that is where I belong.

Lust lives in the eyes
Love lives in the heart.
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always say to you
We know the fight will never last
but still the amount they do
I'd like to say I'm sorry for everything I put you through.
It kills me when we fight, and it scares me too
I always make you cry and it kills me when you do
As I write this now, I know this much is true
I love you with all my heart and will always be with you.
I did not mean to hurt you
But there wasn’t much I could do
I had no option but to lie
I know that made you cry
I know I broke your trust
Don’t let our relationship bite the dust
I beg you, I sincerely pray
Please forgive me for the that fateful day.
Second chance for us is all that I want.
I caught a
tear falling
from the
diamond sky.
A forgotten
memory from
the moon
now i do
behold.
Like a
silver ocean
pearl.
Purple eyes
of the universe
laced with
stardust.
Her tears-
they fall
like dried
rose petals
in the late
summer...
The Non-art
At a posh theatre in New York where ticket  prices
Are more than a working man's monthly wage  
An actor took it upon himself to lecture the vice- president-elect
In a manner that was both offensive and patronising
What is an actor? It is a person who speaks the lines written by others
And if he speaks those lines smoothly he/she is famous
Acting is not really an art form more like a mimicking form it
Comes in the same category as poetry a non-art
What can we say about the publican who applauded this display?
Of vulgarity other than to find them tasteless and ignorant
Actors should speak their lines political opinions off stage the same
Goes for poet to write your dreamy lines but leave your
Politics to  the Twitter pages
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