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I saw my knuckles in sunlight.

Seems I’m doing alright,
in that their crocodilian terrain
showed survival

I recall a science class
where they asked us to pinch skin
on the back of our hand
to see how quickly it returned

now, it appears
I’m learned

#age #skin #morphology #longevity #content #knuckles
Traveler Dec 2021
I understand
what you’re conveying..
You’re ready when it’s time to pass…
When entropy settles into the bones
the spirit longs for another task…

I’m not ready to allow
entropy to set in yet
I have far to much love to express..

Death is a disease, I am immune!
Cause I believe in love beyond the tomb
Traveler 🧳 Tim

How can I tell folks my age
that good health prevents death!

From underneath the Shadows  and
behind the boulders
is a Saving Grace, within all
All alone, there is an abandonment
within our beautiful  refusal
to abandon,  our own selves

Chris, I wonder  where you would go
when you would go away
for all that time
Was it to feel, all alone..  the brunt of
the message  in you?

Ah my sweet  beautiful brother,
could they not stay up with you--
even for one hour?
Head, down.. against the tree
you leaned,

Alone..  so all alone..
in that no one knows..  or understands..
the burden of the message
that you carry inside of you

Alone, away from the crowds
Is the Gethsemane,   of your rise..

and then, the all too unavoidable


On the side of the dirt road,
an old Chevy wreck
I climbed through the window,
I sat in the back
I gathered my thoughts
with my head in my hands--
My next of kin, my list of demands

I slipped from shadow to shadow
I saw things I should not see
The moon rose high over the garden
The garden of Gethsemane

I know who I'm for
and who I'm against
I pulled the shades tight,
I built me a fence..
I dug a tunnel,
tunnel deep and wide

I sit at the bottom
and wait for the night

I slipped from shadow to shadow
I saw things I should not see
The moon rose high over the garden
The garden of Gethsemane

Morning has come,
clean clothes on the line
There'll be no tomorrow,
I rise and I shine
"If you swallow the coin
from the wishing well
Your dreams will come true
in heaven or hell"

I slipped from shadow to shadow
I saw things I should not see
The moon rose high over the garden
The garden of Gethsemane

Take my hand, down we go
Take my hand, love, down we go

Take my hand, down we go
Take my hand, love, down we go

Just promise to take care of yourself, kid..
and maybe I'll be able to  let go
and  live..  and let live

But is ever it all  becomes too much
and the ravens,  steal your hope..

Come and find me,  
beautiful, young-Face--
We'll roll a fat..
Yeah.. smoke some dope

Baby, there's more than just
plain Honey
in this Bumble-bee'd-out,  hive..
One day  you'll shake the Sugar Tree
if you'd only just  stay alive


say goodbye,  to suicide..
and yeah I told'ya

that I'd never  leave your side

Just say  good-bye...

    and, I...

Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning
You won't see another evening
Good night
Buenas noches oh señor!
Señorita see ya later
Buenas noches, bye-bye

There are many here among us
Who feel that life is a joke
And for you we sing this final song
For you there is no hope

Sayonara oh suicide, hari kari
Kamikaze,  you won't
See another evening

Bye-bye so long, farewell
See you later....Suicide
preston Nov 2021

Let me get this out..

Every night, I would tell you goodnight
And that in the morning,
the sun would rise again..

   making all things, new.

I wanted those first rays  of light
to find you, still alive
You were so very much  hanging
by a thread  back then.

I am a strange, strange  man
as if you didn't already know,

But I have been gifted  with the ability
to truly save you

   (And you know it,  
   through.. and through.)

If you die..  I will take it on
as solely, my blame--
for not pushing you  harder
with everything I know,  Love can do..

It will make you hate me
as it saves  the precious life, in you.

She'll let you in her house
If you come knocking late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside..

But there's a secret garden she hides.

She'll let you in her car
To go driving around
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That will bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise..

But into her secret garden,
don't think twice.

You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get..
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget

She'll lead you down a path
There will be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
Then she'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say--

She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need..
Will always stay
A million miles away
Purcy Flaherty Jul 2021
Every killer is on the evolutional route to life and the key to a long life is in deaths commonality.
I've no doubt that obstacles such as cancer and diabetes will be the key to our longevity. not because we eradicate them, but because we include them in some way.
It's about re-interpreting what developments your seeing.
through the rain
through the tears
through the mistakes
still, here we are
still, we remain
after all we have been through
we remain
Traveler Apr 2021
Don't hold out for recess
The daunting pressure builds
Pick up your mettlesome
Impose your loving will!

The target is your nature
Imprinted in your code
An epigenetic explanation
Is about to unfold

So get yourself together
You cyborg by default
Your appendages are contagious
Your inflammation is your fault

Still... we can do much better
Then waiting around to parish...
Traveler Tim
Ken Pepiton Feb 2021
We are the result of all we can imagine came before us,
in this bubble
of being we find our selves staring back
into from
the abyss, where luck is not a factor.
{from the movie}
nay, from Nietzsche, the drinking game
- on
- each time one looks into the abyss
- the abyss looks back, so luck is not a factor

sure. that makes perfectible sense, there's a signal,
a fluctuation,
measure it, man, and tell us all you know it means.

Ferlinghetti died yesterday, I could have known him,
if I'd tried.
I did not care for his view of truth. But he was young,
last time I took him serious.
I notice,
I don't care for my view of truth at that age.
But did you see him in the Last Waltz,
he was unmused, I felt bad for him.

And now he's dead and being reread. That's pretty cool.
For Christmas in 1964, I was given "The Secret Meaning of Things." I think it scarred me. I know it scared me... is this true... no, but I had to prove it myself... imagine dying after being a famous poet in the 20th century...
preston Feb 2021

Dirt poor  and
down trodden,
he didnt ask for this
this life  among the fallen--

My fuckerface,  he paid his dues
among the homes of the forgotten

Scandinavian/Cherokee was his pa
(tho not for long)
Crow Creek Sioux and German,  his ma..

and all along the Rosebud rez
his half-breed skin,  rubbed raw.

Ah,  my beautiful  sweet fuckerface--
you are  the finest  blood-brother
of them all.

Now the hardness of this world  slowly
grinds your dreams away
Making a fool's joke
out of the promises we make
And what once seemed black and white
turns to so many shades of gray
We lose ourselves in work to do,
work to do and bills to pay
And it's a ride, ride, ride,
and there ain't much cover

With no one running by your side,
my blood brother

On through the houses of the dead
past those fallen in their tracks
Always moving ahead
and never looking back
Now I don't know how I feel,
I don't know how I feel tonight
If I've fallen 'neath the wheel,
if I've lost or I gained sight
I don't even know why,
I don't know why I made this call

Or if any of this matters anymore, after all

But the stars are burning bright
like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep moving through the dark
with you--

in my heart,  my blood brother

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