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#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
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
Untying (A Boater Moves On)
time waits - waited long predestination glimpsed - all along the road
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:03 AM UTC
10w brief encounters
staying focussed. seeing the path beneath your feet.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
grounded in poetry
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
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:37 AM UTC
Landed high
People in the train, sleeping, so much travel time -- makes the day too long.
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:05 AM UTC
People in the train
to be thought 'mad' to know constant pain persecuted most days.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 6:23 AM UTC
grist for the mill to offer up in prayer
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
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
Where the People Rest
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.
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
silent depths
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.
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
Wise graffiti
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.
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:14 PM UTC
a city i dont live in (short ver)
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.
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Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
a city i dont live in
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
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Fly away
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.
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Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:26 PM UTC
Solo Traveller
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.
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Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
Values
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.
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
Rumble Dreams
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.
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Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
Comfort Zone!
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.
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:49 PM UTC
Bombadil
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?
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Oh' Turtle Friend
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.
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
Diary Exerpts #28
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
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Broken heart
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.
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Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
Let's Go to Hell