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Sharon Gona Apr 20
He said that he will always be
Without him we feel lost at sea
He said when he dies
To be remembered for the life he lived
All I remember is the life he took

I know it was a hard decision
For I am always tempted too
The melancholy at times
So hard to bear and keep

Hey brother there is an endless way
To rediscover remember this
Hey sister please do still believe
In love don't wonder

We gotta learn to love without him
We are gonna solve the riddles without him
But his music will always inspire
His words and thoughts always lifts us higher

Wont say much rather than WE MISS YOU
With tears in my eyes had to write this
I am off to sleep now
Do wake me up when its over
its 3 years now since he died and the pain never seem to reduce
please share this to remember him its his memorial today
#Avicii for life
Traveler Jan 9
I am a master
Of sloppy guitar
I’ve played the strip clubs
The gutters the bars

I’ve taken the licks
I brandished the scars
My fingers bleed
When I am on fire

Strange
these things
that feed our desires
The traveling shows
Is where I’ll Expire
....
Traveler
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
This is the story of Good-Time Tim
That I sit down to tell you today
No matter the weather
No matter the season
This man just wanted to play

And rain always calls for a raincoat
Boots and a hat for good measure
But Tim didn't need any protection from the storm
In the downpour in fact he took pleasure

His father put the pressure on
From a young age expected perfection
So when he grew up he got the hell out of dodge
Moved far away from parental correction

He was always in a drinking mood
Any time of day or night
If you caught him four drinks or more in
Whew! He was quite a sloppy sight!

This is the story of Good-Time Tim
That I sit down to tell you today
No matter the weather
No matter the season
This man just wanted to play

He drank hard alcohol and beer
Without discrimination
Either one would work just fine
For his goal of inebriation

He was a bit too rough on his body
Which is an overly gross understatement
He neglected his health and mental well-being
In reckless pursuit of entertainment

He wasted his life away getting wasted
Never pausing to consider that he might be missing out
Too self-destructive to attract a wife
So a family he chose to live without

This is the story of Good-Time Tim
That I sit down to tell you today
No matter the weather
No matter the season
This man just wanted to play

There was the time Tim broke his shoulder
Falling out of a tree
Because someone bet he couldn't reach the top
A task that proved to be an impossibility

Tim hardly ever brushed his teeth
So they all fell out by age 45
But considering his lifestyle
He was just lucky to still be alive

Surprisingly he was a religious man
Although not one page of the bible did he read
He had heard Jesus turned water to wine
That was all the preaching he'd ever need

This is the story of Good-Time Tim
That I sit down to tell you today
No matter the weather
No matter the season
This man just wanted to play

As he grew old he began to slow down
But not once did he ever regret
The countless mistakes he had made through the years
I guess the ***** made him forget

His liver held up for a very long time
But eventually started to rot
But for Tim it was too late to get sober
So he still swallowed shot after shot

When the doctor gave him his fatal diagnosis
He laughed and said "I'm ready to go
But make sure I'm buried with a bottle
In case they don't serve liquor way down there below!"

This is the story of Good-Time Tim
That I sit down to tell you today
No matter the weather
No matter the season
This man just wanted to play
Day 29: Research a type of poetry of your choosing and implement that writing style in a poem
Traveler Dec 2020
Please don’t call the thought police
I meant to say that underneath
Impeccable words I yet to own
When I’m getting really ******

Bring it down
Bring ‘er on down now!

Put the power trip to rest
We were all born with the best
Although I was hatched by a beast
You don’t need call a priest

Bring it down
Bring’er on down now

Let your blue hair down
Let that blue hair down now
Don’t be wearing no scowl
Just let your blue hair down now!
Traveler Tim
Traveler Oct 2020
Spirit gives rise to soul
Soul gives rise to body
Body gives rise to mine
Love was there the whole time
........

No one is smart enough
to be wrong all the time.
Spirit cannot physically move things
Water cannot get wetter
I am not a Guru
Just a trend setter
Traveler Apr 2020
I all ways said
If anyone ever
Put a hand on her
I would **** them
Slowly
I’ve had a long
Painful death
Every years since
.....................
Traveler T
Traveler Feb 2020
All this weight dragging me down
Get your hands off me!
Must I be both sober and sound
Get your paws off me!
Will you let me go, my way
out into the freezing snows okay
Get your wicked claws out of me

To you and all your cronies
I am just a phony
so please get your hands off me
TT

A massage to all the players in my hell dream
I will awaken soon
Traveler Oct 2019
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Simon Soane Jan 2019
In a few more hours it'll be time,
until a far away December,
for the last festive clip
of Tim and Dawn,
and then pack away the tree,
but not forlorn;
Yuletide you were wonderful,
songs, laughs
and good tidings to all,
spinning times of splendid,
the comfort of having a ball.
So despite being over,
no hint of a feeling of blue,
because Christmas 2018
you were only you.
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