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Thinking too much, New ideas, interesting signs,
Sorting through the rules, ideas, of false prophets,
Who deem we should, all walk the same line.
One reason, so much mental craziness,
We are here, to discover our soul, help it grow,
Eternity, the ultimate find.
A challenging experience, in this life of materialism,
This journey, we carry our soul through, compared to eternity,
Each of us are only here, about one second, in time.
Believing and patience, time to think, plan, make decisions, now,
As we look for future signs.
The longer you are permitted to stay, you will see more souls,
Travel away, you meet fewer as you age, only remembering,
Very few, not because of their material things, or their wages,
They shared their time, knowledge, and skills,
Their soul touched yours, on this life’s stage.

                                      The original: Tom maxwell © 1/7/2023 AD
Aaron L Osgood May 2022
I know it’s been a while since I spoke a word.
I don’t speak much I only write spoken words.
I’m sweet by the touch and woken enough.
My image is speechless…in the mornings I open up.
Let me be the flower that blooms in the sun.
Beauty is not only an image but you’re the one.
You come first in my mind, never second to none.
I’m trying to travel further than where I came from.
I’m New Jersey born and raise.
My personality is warm and spreads across like sun rays.
I love all shades of beauty and I continue chase the rainbow for days.
Just looking for my *** of gold but I hope my journey never ends.
Because on the road continuously as every single day is where I spend.
snipes Feb 2022
Bedded soul in the soil
Casket cassette spins
Tears in Heaven
Ripples into waves
I turn my head in the bed I lay
Now I become Death in his name
While Eric Clapton plays
I light travel dark vivaciously
Garnering the souls in the soil
hazem al jaber Sep 2021
Traveling ...

what ...
if I told you ...
i'm traveling now ...
out of my scope ...
out of my mind ...
traveling ...
outside my map ...
nothing matters to me anymore ...
except to reveal ...
what is going on now ...
into my world ...
my blood circulation ...
boiling ...
getting so high ...
and my heart beats ...
got with unbalanced tones ...
as it ready for war ...

traveling now ...
entering from a dream ...
to another dream ...
and get back again ...
to my mainly dream ...
just to reach you ...
to get into your world ...
there ...
where i used always ...
only to dream of you ...
to live my moments ...
at least ...
to be with you ...
even if it was seconds ...
i will keep traveling ...
to your map world ...
just to tell you ...
i love you ...

hazem al ...
AE Jun 2021
Honey drops in to the Milky Way inside your tea cup
We sit chatting for old times sake
Friends of distance and enemies of uncertainty
I hope you’ve paved your road on those maps
That you pinned onto your walls
I hope the sun didn’t chase you away
I hope the foreign thunder stole your heart
And you found reflections of a beautiful past
I had written the night before
Inked into letters from the moon

From across the ocean, I waited for your postcards
Yet we sit here, with our thoughts
dancing in the silence between us
Your spoon makes ripples in your tea,
I dream to see the world you’ve seen,

You reminisce and I travel with your memories
alex grey Jan 2021
Home is where the heart is,
but a tortured heart that dreams of home
holds for ransom the love inside
and all thoughts of happiness subside.

The heart asks for what I cannot give,
and in all its pulsing patience,
which one of us will outlive
this awkward cadence?

Home is where the heart is,
so as I board the plane
on a return flight 'home'
I left my heart and home behind.
to firenze
Nicoline Fougner Jan 2021
I sailed on a catamaran, and let the wind guide it
I didn’t push against the current but let destiny choose it
I let it choose its people, I let it choose its place
I let it choose its timing, I let it choose its race

First thing I know, we jump off the boat
We swim under sun set and let our bodies float
We put clay on our faces, now looking all white
We laugh about it and talk for a while

The sun is down, so we start heading back
All the sudden, thousands of stars are out
We jump off again, time goes in slow-mo
Water to the hips, I was given a mango

A mango so tender and sweet
It almost swept me off my feet
While sharing laughter and lifelong conversations
These travellers became my constellations

I sailed on a catamaran, and let the wind guide it
It left me with amazing friends and joy wrapped around it
This excruciating happiness was like an oracle
And little did I know, it was my mango miracle
This is set in Mexico, Bacalar, a "seven shades of blue" lagoon.
This poem describes the happiest I've felt, ever. The kind of happiness you feel to the core. It taught me that when you let go of the control you might impose on your life, it can take you such unexpected places where you get to explore new feelings. I call it my mango miracle because that day has, for so many reasons, made me more spiritual, more connected to nature and more in balance with myself.
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