#travelertim
(Romanticized not derogatory)
A bard is a poet
But not all poets are bards
I love to sing
And play my guitar
Dancing comes natural
Spinning on one toe
I take a gracious bow
Into a power pose
I’m more then the rest
My poetry’s the best
I recite the hero’s creed
I lead the chant
In a warrior stance
Into the violent streets
The news of the day
Rolls off of my tongue
Stanzas dressed to please
To the local tavern
The patrons run
To drink and brawl with me
Barmaids to breed
Sweet honey mead
The good life
Yes the good life indeed!
I make a loud toast
A salute to our host
Another round on me!
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 1:08 PM UTC
— Traveler —
Life a time to dance
I would that all
Have their chance
Not to be lost
In shadow forms
Resentfully deary
Dysfunctionally norm
Holding it in
'Til reason lets out
The smothering fire
Burning in self
Yet these are the paths
Of those who come before
No rest
For the wicked
Down on
The killing floor
— Jobira —
Nothing can fill, the voided gap
Move forward, keep your heads up
If you looked back, and heavily sighed
All you'll find is the pains, the tears you had cried.
Thus, open your eyes, and gaze into the sky
And wipe off the sad tears, you always cry
Inside your chest,
Yet dance,
Dance off the remaining years in bright,
And hear not the music of giving up
Fight the nightmares, putting your heads up
So, your life won't fall off balance.
I could be down or feel weary tonight
But I'm not yet done, with the long fight
With all the strength, that are left in me
And with all the breathe that I can take,
I'm moving ahead, and won't give in yet,
You see,
I won't easily kneel down nor break.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC