#travelers
weathered planks stretch
into the mist, salt-worn
and stable. seagulls cry
overhead, unseen
boats come and go, their
ropes wrapping around cleats
for a moment of respite,
picturesque arrivals and departures
almost home, at a pause
a place to breathe
between waves, to mend
sails torn by wind
when the fog lifts, they
depart. the harbor remains,
in the liminal space
between land and sea
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
Pure was the snow
now muddied-
by the ***** boots
of travelers
who never settle.
Roaming from town to town
sullying snowfalls everywhere.
Why, oh traveler
do you step onto the snow
and create an eternal imprint,
only to walk away?
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 11:08 PM UTC
We look
upon the
the flowers,
thinking,
“I was once
you, before
my eyes
were known
to your
bloom”
the wind is
lifting the
petals
gently as
wanderers
of the sea,
the night
falls,
us and
them
are as
blinking
stars,
floating
almost
endlessly,
unaware
of the
lights
we give,
and yet,
unwavering.
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 2:32 PM UTC
I read your writing
and tried to respond
but the dot kept spinning
all day long…
I made myself a promise
and pledged to hold on
never given up
on the outlet for my songs
So if you don’t hear my cheerful
daily rhyme
I’m sure the gateway will open up
in due time!
Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 11:57 AM UTC
When white lies trickle
into my speech
I hold my tongue
pressed against my teeth
I take a deep breath
and tell the truth
I can’t live this life
any better then you!
Travelers 🧳 Tim
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 8:37 AM UTC
How envy I was
in my past.
when we were rushing the future
and made the present bypassed;
we were left in past.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 1:26 AM UTC
The evening breeze,
the rhythm of the trees,
the song of love,
the honey bees,
I climb back under the covers
and dream of traveling horses,
starry skies, valleys and plains;
from which the mountains rise.
I keep my feet upon the ground.
She keeps her eyes upon the road.
Our souls, wild and fertile, roaming with desire,
Our souls, wild and fertile, roaming with desire,
but love ?
In that she is replete;
traveling from A to Z.
and i'm happy for her.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
When attached to a place,
A certain company, for a long time,
It’s no easy step to meet a new face.
Your quarter, nickel, and dime
Know well how change works;
It can be as sweet as sugar, or sour as lime.
A score of time somewhere one lurks
Withholds the power and experience
To accept seeing new folks, whether angels or jerks.
That’s the code of assimilating in an audience,
Where faces turn seat-to-seat
As if to survey an area of new and one-time presence.
There are small feet, but this is no small feat
To get to know and open ourselves.
Never doubt, though, you may find someone neat!
Stories about us, stories about themselves
In a community that has something to say;
We are books that need to be dusted and read from our shelves.
Leaving the home, mystified with each day,
Us travelers hunger for blood not yet acquainted,
There’s always a new somebody not too far away.
Community: has this a picture painted?
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Well,
here we are again,
you’d think we’d have it figured out already,
especially after so many lifetimes,
why would anyone in their right mind,
put themselves through this life after life time after time,
we both want the same thing eventually that’s for sure,
we just can’t agree on the timeline,
and honestly I’m ready now,
so please don’t make me wait another lifetime,
so we separate once again and go on our way,
always running away,
and never finding the time to make a home,
just finding different places to stay,
stay,
Love,
please,
Love,
we’ve waited too long,
and I’m ready now,
I know I ******* up but you ******* up too,
well to build a house it takes a few screws,
so come back,
build this house with me,
let’s pour the foundation,
and leave our past buried in that concrete,
and yeah it’ll be hard work,
but anything that’s worth it always is,
and I’m tired of finding reasons to die,
I want to find some reasons to live,
live with me,
I mean really,
live with me,
in this reality,
and I want to explain this all to you,
but you’d probably think it’s a bit too heavy,
plus you’ve got your own baggage,
so why would you want mine,
I mean we both travel so much,
that we know there’s a 2 bag limit on most airlines,
but I don’t mind,
I’ll let you lay your luggage upon me,
I’m stronger now a can take the wait,
tell me all your troubles above ground under palm trees,
on our own island,
safely harbored from that sea of troubles,
we’ve been blown off and popped to many times,
but we don’t need them anymore we have our own bubble,
and I love it in here,
in this world we created,
but just when I start to feel safe,
and think that we’ve finally made it,
we both go ahead and break it,
all those lines we wrote down as vows get forgotten,
and the same pencil we used to write that page we use to erase it,
and you ran away like you always have,
because you’d rather turn your back on your reflection than face it,
and that’s okay I guess,
if you’re gonna go you’re gonna go no matter what I’m saying,
and if you love them,
set them free,
so I let you go without saying a word,
and watched you walk away again for another eternity,
and now I’m left alone again,
and everything reminds me of you,
the beach the sun my breathe,
even the classes I take in Jiu Jitsu,
can’t sleep,
because when I lay in bed you’re not there,
and that gives me that pain in my stomach,
and that desperate feeling of despair,
can’t eat,
because all food reminds me of our meals together,
can’t go out,
because even when the sky is clear it feels like stormy weather,
and I know this sounds corny but whatever,
this is our Love Story and no one is going to write it for us,
and we’ve been apart for too long,
and we deserve to explore us,
and I’m ready,
finally after all these years,
but as soon as I think I’m ready,
instead of standing strong I break down into tears,
and I don’t want you to see me cry,
because it’s embarrassing,
I’m a man men don’t cry,
and I want to speak up but I say nothing,
I’m all out of words,
and can barely breathe,
feels like my soul is being crushed,
so how do you expect me to speak,
it’s a challenge just to breathe,
can’t sleep nor do I want to wake up,
just want to find a way somehow,
to get back through to you so hopefully we can make up,
but it’s not up to me,
it’s up to you,
I just hope,
you realize soon,
before it’s too late,
and we’re both gone for good,
back into the world from which we came,
back above the clouds but still misunderstood,
can’t return to Heaven,
until we earn back our wings,
and we’re not going to find our reception,
until we learn a few more things,
and we’re not going to learn,
until we grow up and face each other,
not only as friends and soul mates,
but also as fellow beings and eternal lovers,
there’s work to do,
and I’m ready if you’re willing,
and there’s no time to lose,
because time is constantly ticking,
can’t get back a single moment once it’s gone,
and the moment is now so let’s not hesitate,
because we are timeless anyways,
so we are never late,
we measure time by lifetimes,
and I’ve waited a few to see you again,
and just when I finally think we’ve finally made it,
you go ahead get up and just run away again,
well,
here we are again,
you’d think we’d have it figured out already,
especially after so many lifetimes,
why would anyone in their right mind,
put themselves through this life after life time after time,
we both want the same thing eventually that’s for sure,
we just can’t agree on the timeline,
and honestly I’m ready now,
so please don’t make me wait another lifetime…
∆ LaLux ∆
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
When it’s spring on the ocean
The wind is clear and warm
And the campers pull in
To wait out summer storms.
And one of them spends time
As he spends his time in Egypt
Making flutes of bamboo
To find his living in it.
He seems to be immune
To states and times and towns.
Whatever is his story
He's glad he's still around.
And when the campers waken
To sniff the fog of dawn
The ocean will still be there
But the flute man will be gone.
Gone to seek his being
Where no man is alone
Where no one rubs his shoulder
And each soul is his own.
You know he's glad he met you
But he is moving on.
He leaves the waves behind him
But the flute man has moved on.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
From the last life we were like this,
so meeting you here and now we're just reuniting.
Trying to remember all that we forgotten.
Did love stay fresh, or did it go rotten?
I guess only time will tell.
From the first time we met, I felt I already knew you so well.
I just hope even when we ain't in heaven, you'll still stand by my side through hell.
Who were we?
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Watch for the travelers that carry no marks. Some may wear their journey through ink, others through the mark of the blade or the tool. But those that have neither, yet cross the lands as if they were wading through water.
They may carry their marks inside.
Where they can stretch the skies and fill the oceans, without ever being seen. Those are the travelers to watch for, not the ones with letters or pictures adorning them, but the ones who are marked only by their dreams.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
We travelers don't simply visit a place
We roam and rave, and lose ourselves,
whether in between alleys or cedar trees
Or waves, and we never stop running into
the tides that crash into
us, breaking all we ever covered
ourselves, all we ever hid behind.
No, we travelers don't sleep in white sheets. We
lay naked under the stars. Only under cold breezes
will we close our eyes, resting from the sights
that shine so bright they sore us.
And even then, we will listen
and we will dream.
We travelers don't fall in love to be in love
We let our hearts open for no other reason
than genuine awe of another being
who may or may not reciprocate our feelings, so
we'll laugh and cry bittersweet tears and smiles
until either nothing, or everything is what's
left.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Set out on a journey
Didn't matter where
Through the deepest darkest path
Never getting there
Seeking destination
Scrambling toward the prize
Barely realizing
It was right before my eyes
Running for the people
Waiting for applause
When I should be striving
For a greater cause
You see if you chase after life
To obtain the little things
You miss the love and happiness
That life always brings
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
To the man in the hat on the side of the road, tell me dear sir how far did u go?
Where do u come from?
what is your name?
Tell me dear sir what was your aim?
You say your aim was freedom and that you flew too close to the sun.
it doesn't even matter where anybody comes from.
As for your name you say it is not one to boast, for it is too common, my name young traveler, sadly, is hope.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
All cars flow down the same mainstream of the expressway,
And meet for a while, traveling the same road.
They ride side by side touching for a brief span of time, being under one fellowship.
Then the expressway divides and fellow travelers go their own ways, never having met but yet together.
They divide never to see each other again or meet and yet they have touched each others' lives.
And also they were once under one divine hand with the same pre-determined destination.
Now they part and go different ways, yet they are still protected by one hand.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
My thoughts are weary travelers
Waiting for the safe haven
Of the blank pages
Where ink rejuvenates them to life
As memoirs for other travelers
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
*Applauds and Likes is a humbling experience
Poets and friends make a community thrive
Bustling with encouragement and fresh poems
Reading poems has been an eye-opener
Place where Muses visit regularly
It’s a cohesive bond created by strands of each lines
Written by all the remarkable poets and scholars
I reach out to each one of you, with a humble poem
And express my appreciation, for the reads and comments*
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC