#travelling
It used to be the hardest word to say
A word that kills and steals and takes away
The chance of making ‘us’ of ‘you’ and ‘me’…
But I make that chance eternal now, I see
By saying ‘goodbye’ with joy and pride and flair ~
And knowing I’ll say it soon again, somewhere.
It’s only cruising; it’s only leaving
It’s only flying; it’s only freeing
Performance video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbBKWHd4E_0
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
time waits
- waited long
predestination glimpsed
- all along the road
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:03 AM UTC
staying focussed.
seeing the path
beneath your feet.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
My tent is in the room
...rolled up in the corner
next to the guest bed
I glance behind me
...the door is not locked
just like all the doors
in this hall, nineteen high
...in the sky, I am a scared little bird
in a strange nest
that rocks in the wind
...Inside, the air rustles softly
sensors feel what I like
to feel with my own senses:
...the season, the sand and the sun
but I do not dare to go out
500 steps are too much for me
the elevator is too small
...I take a long shower
put on other clothes
over my anxiousness:
...here I am, in your world
to see you
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:37 AM UTC
People in the train,
sleeping, so much travel time --
makes the day too long.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:05 AM UTC
to be thought 'mad'
to know constant pain
persecuted most days.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 6:23 AM UTC
Beyond the sun
Resting in the hum
The people without water rest
Groups of cans
Groups of pans
And a bottle for a bath
The people gather to rest
Having trudged the miles fast
Beyond the sun comes cover
A night and a sign
Beneath the poverties stench
A skin erected just and fine
Resting in the hum
A dry mouth retreating from the heat
It knows no nightmares
It holds no grudge
For in the group of cans
The life will catch a meal
The life that started poor
The life splitting it's chore
Two in one hand stay the same
Passed down in literacy
Amongst the ****** band
One life lived by all
One crammed only tall
And by one corner a can
Remembered before the all
Against the bill of water
None enter a safe
Words having drawn
Once the bitter taste
So the all attempt defeat
And draw the hidden hush
Life once escaped
A markets forbidden dates
And wisdom was ready from on
To cry the dear mistake
Now once written
It all seems as fake
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
a would be 'poet'
can travel silently far
coming up for air
like how a whale breathes
into the sky it sometimes see's
but breach after breach
it still cannot fly
yet it still loves the splash it makes
singing songs for others to hear
who are travelling silent depths.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
This wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the walls
These words deserve to be seen
This knowledge should not be ignored.
These skies aren't just falling
They're spreading wide apart
To let us all inside
Into the universe's heart
The ocean is the place
To be and sea is paradise
Whenever hearts are aching
The water calms the mind
Where the sun sets brighten the landscape
New ideas take a different shape
And as the moon smiles down on us
We're simply here on our soul vacation
The wind is howling-helping us
To sail across the ocean-atmosphere
Where far is close
And the horizon's near
We eat and drink
We dream, we film
We sing in silence to ourselves
We're one with beautiful sun rays
As I am letting go,
Floating, finding words,
Coming from the heart
Of this country's evening ride
We're simply carrying on
In waves of love
It has so many faces
As well as phases
Always enough
For all of us
If we look closer
And we trust.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
i left behind
a version of me
that night,
at the concert,
on that arena floor --
lighter,
louder,
happier,
and still dancing
in a city
i don't live in.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM UTC
i never lived there,
but i miss it
like it was home.
like i left something behind --
a version of me
still bundled up
in those hotel sheets,
in the merch line,
and in the way we laughed
way
too loud
under those
neon blue signs.
it was just a weekend,
but the city held me
like it knew me.
like it didn't care
where i had flown from
as long as i sang
with everything
i had.
now im home.
but im not all here,
i left a version of myself
on that floor
of that arena,
still glowing.
still screaming.
still full
of everything
i want to feel again.
i left a piece of myself
in a city
i don't live in.
and some nights,
it feels like that version
of me
had it better --
louder laughter,
lighter shoulders,
less worry,
a heartbeat
in sync
with the music
she lives for.
and i wonder
if she's still
out there somewhere,
dancing along
to the beat.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦?
𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴,
𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦?
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥
𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥?
𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩
𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦,
𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳,
𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥
𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳,
𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰?
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵
𝘍𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Your body jerks as you heave yourself out of bed.
The clock reads 5am.
Your phone vibrates,
It’s here.
The countdown is over.
A few long hours,
And caffeinated up,
You arrive,
The sun dances on your skin.
Unpack, freshen up,
Then hit the streets.
You wander aimlessly,
And endlessly.
Eating, sleeping, drinking and waking,
Whenever your body clock requires.
The schedule has been stripped,
Your busy days gone.
You set the rules,
You make the decisions.
Want to people watch with a glass of wine,
Why not?
Want to wander and look at the buildings,
Why not?
Want to sleep in,
Why not?
It’s your trip,
Your story,
Your travels.
The only person you have to depend on is you.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:26 PM UTC
Visually enriched individuals; you flee where you wish to, and close your eyes with the view last in mind.
Nationwide and far away; you meet peoples whom I only read about in books and see diversity in another world.
I wish I could say that I didn't envy you. But I really do;
For sure I have some beloved locations, for sure I meet my family, but in this particular case I'm an empty body, to wish something, I should fear being silenced.
My mind stores it all;
I've engraved the mountains in my head and locked them tightly in my memories, I remember faces, prices, expressions and sounds, my senses get perplexed in a really good way.
I hope to flee and not complain.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
First glances are strong and ripe,
First touch is like a midnight musk against my skin,
Right leg goes over and i'm sitting on my black beauty Virago,
She's a warrior, fierce as fire and brings light into my darkness.
Everyone tells me "you're" dangerous but can't they see i enjoy the thrill of the rush between my legs as the rumble dream continues further unto highway 10.
Fresh crisp air, blue sunny sky, these are moments i'll remember when i'm older, true and genuine.
I love my motorcycle and always will,
no one can ever change the rumble dreams i have for my ride.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
Getting out of one’s comfort zone,
Trying out travelling alone,
Making decisions that are risk-prone,
Is no doubt difficult - like trying to live without a phone!
Often leads to breakdowns,
Often makes one look like a clown
And often makes one frown.
But then if one doesn’t live for these things,
They are just like a bird without wings.
Even if their day-to-day life doesn’t sting,
They miss out on life and all that it brings.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
It’s really, truly morbid, how my vehicle came to me,
Twas’ the death of a friend of a friend of a friend
Of a friend who was close to thee
He was dead when I got your keys.
I find that I’m quite infatuated, by your shining, crimson flair
And your window that squeaks, and your faux leather seats,
Stained carpets and central air
Who knew trucks could be debonair?
Shall I name all life’s pains that mean naught in you?
Like that person who says, and then he says, and she says
They all say, and then it is true
So, I drive to find new points of view.
We will thrive on gasoline fumes and the human will
Until the ground is ****** dry and wells shot
Till then, freedom, adventure, and hidden hills
Will be ours, you and I, Bombadil.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC
Crossing the eastern stream,
I met a friend.
His shell, hard as he slowly
traverse across the water.
Crouching down, I asked him.
Oh turtle, why do you move so slow,
Yet never stop inching forward?
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Dear diary;
I have thought a lot
about leaving this all behind
and buying a one-way ticket
to anywhere where no one
knows my name.
I want to forget who I am
and lose myself
in another's culture.
I want to stay until I tire
and do it all again
somewhere else.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
There it was
the lonely wooden heart
the last one
in the souvenir shop
With huge wound
right in the middle
Nobody wanted to buy
the broken heart
I have it
put it on my sleeve
it suits me well
I think
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Hand in hand,
standing at the gates of Hell.
Nothing else exists,
but for the flames
of Turkmenistan
burning as bright
as the love
between
us two.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC