#travels
My petition is earnest, as I have a great appreciation for the brevity and purpose of life. I realize that life’s journey is meaningful by virtue of those whose paths we’ve crossed and with whom we’ve shared our love. For this, I am grateful and yet my gratitude is tinged with grief because of personal losses and great rifts of inequities that persist in negatively affecting the human continuum. I ponder the vitality and quality of life that each of us bears as we occupy a distinct time and place in its playing field.
My existence has prompted me to appreciate the smallest and seemingly insignificant details of our daily awakenings. I preserve my wonder of nature’s wildness and beauty. The splendor of our world is unparalleled, and I hope that every individual opens their eyes to the marvelous and pleasing influences that life contains. I yearn for the occasion in which we are all in agreement with the conservation of our planet.
I wish everyone a multitude of love and miracles. May the wind always be at your back. May smiles, laughter and sunshine brighten and lighten any shadows or storms that pass your way. May you always be surrounded by kindness, gentleness, wisdom and plenty. May all your tears be dried and your spirit be comforted during any passage of sorrow or grief.
As I turn in this evening, I gaze at the stars, and I think of my loved ones who no longer walk here with me. I’m comforted and blessed by the knowledge of their love for me. Their spirits blend in the star-filled night sky and they shine on, in the unreachable distances while my mind travels to the fading memories that we’ve shared.
Life is a glorious ride, and my wish is that every one of you would have the pleasure of walking in the light of love and joyful memories, in every minute of every day.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:29 PM UTC
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there are compliments
and thare complements
~for KDF~
but the thrill of the equivalency
of both in a single sentence?
"Thank you for sending me the poem;
it took me several places and I'm grateful."
this gives such pause, delighted and yet
deterred;
this a level of living every
writer dares only to dream of,
to stand by you, knowing that the bar is being raised,
entry to a realm of reciprocity for both
deterred?
indeed.
you write and write,
in brevity and at length,
in style's factual and poetically stylish,
searching for that formula,if such there be
to become travel companions to
allow of each, our individual selves,
visitation rights
to thrones and hiding places,
to destinies and destinations unknown,
where we live,
but have never been
I am seized up!
how did this become,
do I understand this secret secretion,
this sauce of leveling off at high planes
without knowing my way back...
to where I was last seen,
last realized
no.
one in a thousand chances,
if it was not so so wonderful
it would and will
find me bereft,
for this a standard a genuine mile high club.
never again obtainable,
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
Life’s just a riddle that none of us can answer
we’ve got some leads, we’ve got some clues.
Still the answer eats alive like a cancer,
and the treatment is something I’m like to refuse.
It was raining
as always in September.
They were complaining
about what; I don’t remember.
Reputation staining,
or maybe full dismember.
In need of some training
or my tempers need to be tempered.
It’s true you can never go back home,
being on your own doesn’t need to mean being alone.
You can gift the people silver, gold and chrome
and they’ll still ask you how to skin a bone.
Life’s just a puzzle that’s missing a piece;
you can try your hardest to fit in another,
or you can accept it and leave the picture incomplete,
and spend the rest of your time left to be frustrated and suffer.
It was a cold December,
some would say you could smell the ice.
I only seem to remember,
the nerve of those celebrating, bleedin’ Christ.
Start a fire but end up with embers
I think a spark or light would be nice.
So I go in search of vendors
but they’re charging far too high of a price.
The nightmare had a nightmare of its own
never learned to share even though it’s full grown.
You can gift people blankets and tapestries that you’ve sewn,
and they’ll still ask you how to skin a bone.
Life is like a flower
it blooms out until it drops.
Each day hour after hour,
until time’s ticking then stops.
For treasure I still scour
moving so fast my steps are hops,
and the floors filthy; needs a shower
but I think I’ve broken the brooms and mops.
It’s true you can never go back home,
the path is covered by weeds and stone,
and to each town and city you roam
there will be those who ask how to skin a bone.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
Ye olde Yo-cum, advises get thee to a nunnery of trees, leaves of sunlight scorched sunrises and sunsets to clear the cobwebs and recall more fully the good stuff, like in Oregun,
allow it to resonant via ****** shots of temporal, but seasonal natural harmony, a more regulat visitor of the upcoming comes of good weather and the life by the water, on a tiny islansd, long lazy days, and a lessening of the
mental haze-ing
punctuating life with long walks and teardrops of tears, poetry suggestives, will be dropping from icy white cumulus every day clouds, moving to uncover the elaborate and running trills of colutara words lurking within, no more the blaring horns of trafficked sounds of First Ave., trucks fighting to de-liver-er the urgencies of consumption (a most excellent disease) and the potpourri symphony of marching bands blaring of ambulances, fire trucks, and the EXTRAordinary impatience of horn blaring taxis up and down York Ave., dropping off patients 24-7 at a laundry list of "specialized" Hospitals with "views of the river in every room"
I miss the quietude noises of summer breezes tickling minds, trees frothing a
cappucino sun heated breeze to stir the blush and rush of words forming faster than the mind can absorb;
alas, alas, this same mind can never fully squeeze out the sins of memories of winter's travails and yet, the mere suggestion of my old friends embracing me, sun, wind, green landscapes, sea and land animals coming to greet the human interlopers makes me all stirred up, like watching white milk in black coffee spread its cooling affection and lightening the black; aerate and mixing the perptual continuum of my ever slowly chilling bloodstream streaming to mind
and I sigh, for many reasons...but in my heart, I am, and remain, forever a summer man...
aerate and mix and I sigh, for many reasons...
Absent brain surgery, the mind wanders following the sun's trajectory, wither?
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
passports, abstracts, and cigarettes
i swear it was all just for the aesthetics
thin walls, smoke screens, and window tints
we crawled through one just for the hell of it
it's nineteen and nose rings, i got asked for an id
we're twenty-one in jersey, you like my con artistry
i borrowed a street sign and failed to book an uber ride
everything is so much messier than i would've liked
i tired of people pleasing, and you never reply
we don't really need to talk about it
i try my best to not really think about it
said that i'm conceited, hedonistic, manipulative
but some nights i just want to drink until i start to lie
see, if coping was a job and paid an hourly wage
i'd be working overtime, id have a career drive
and i'd be a millionaire after six shots, or maybe five
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:22 AM UTC
while all the folks will be off beach-drinking
at ***** cana, or cartagena, or hiking through
a coast and helicoptering blindly into canyons,
i just want to be at home, cooking for you,
studying up new recipes, because i know you
pretend to like my chinese takes on western food
a little more than you actually do; you want me
to be happy, but my happiness stems from your
healing health and your returning appetite, so know:
a smile on your face and a happily-emptied plate
would beat the pride of reaching any himalayan peak
and warm my heart more than any southern sun or beach
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:15 AM UTC
Weary is the wanderer who travels with no true destination,
Hesitant is the past he's abandoned home,
Unconscious is his pursuit with no avail,
Forgotten is her memory as he treads sporadically; endless turmoil.
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 4:08 PM UTC
His :
i make my travel
reseeding you
my dear heart
into a compact unit of storage
i relieve from our nesting comfort
dismiss our established downey base of cooperation
cleave from our snared compromise
instead to bed and thieve an unshared atmosphere
guilty joy followed by joyful normality
no stale thing
unravelling light
lifted
(secure
that I've a capsule world
when i turn
toward our lap again)
goodbye of you i am mended
made completely free
on the first turn of a corner
& Hers :
you leave me
on your travels (you-were-my-travels)
you leave me susceptible
my heart alters to become
a weak permeable tissue of easy tamper
membership structure is dissolved
returned to the vital spill
welcome fluent contamination
villainess and godless vibration
of the goddess confession
dress hooked up past my waist
i'll power-fuck away my morality on day one
each day following shall be made easy
ushered along in brutalities slip steam
and the prom of eddies
back in time i've been working on something..
i'll call it The ****** List
criminal joys and tasks of double self daring
committed
(not folded over
or veloped in the knicker drawer)
it operates as a basking lurk
tucked discreetly
correct behind the eye
a charm feature of the unconscious
when released
it's something melkish and larking with energy
tacking harm to my activated mischief
kinetic value and uncontrollable spur
in your absence
i am permissionless
abyssless
i account for nothing
nooks of the apartment
the memory of us quickly forms a ***** coral
i've stopped washing to suit this mode
my body, a journal of stains and earned bruises
i holla and bay at mementoes of our brace
and then stop at the near point of the neighbours tolerance
time has crushed in on its own thesis
become gummy and tenseless
skipping about in haphazard spasms
backstep, bow and reversal
now
observably organic in motion
and proud of its many personalities
Oh, You're Back Again !
no, it is your ghost
is it a spy ? ... i doubt you knew you even had it
it threads in and out of my company
seeming baffled and far from its comfort zone
did i put you there ?
i don't call you
the physical you
because you said 'no phones'
and 'only in emergencies' (is-this-urgent ?)
Is This Urgent ?!
i restrict where i live in here
keep the windows widowed and veiled
it makes for an unreal canvas
i'm weeding for a correction
sensual precarious highs
violate
in a spate
with this time alone
i'll make our home a vile space
a defication
and i can make no sense assessment of it any
i fight against digestion within these premises
i stay still long enough i am softened and palped
by a dense atmosphere and salivations of contact
and outside..
the streets are exhausted
and i've quite the nasty reputation
violence, baiting and thievery
inebriation and toxic language
i shall soon be policed
no doubt i've lost my job
for now our place is a dare for vandals
when i am an insensible heap
and perspiring over you in delirium
they devalue the exterior
unearthing
i'll find my creative sprite
that is good
i had missed it
now this is urgent (this-is-mine-was-always)
i take up a notebook and puke it full
i take sticks in my mitt and scrawl my charcoal visions
the blood visions
the primal mud
on all our walls
can i piece back our home by your return ?
can I sufficiently correct the blurring history I've smutted ?
do i care to ?
no more fading into 'partner'
lease is up
you'll not find me here destroyed
or waiting
naked but an apron with my hands cupped and mouth open
i'll have ravelled myself up tight
- having stoked my inhuman malady -
i'll mate my own travels
- aborted
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
The moment we are in is all we have,
The past is over, the unknown, tomorrow,
The few seconds, you have been reading this,
You can not replace, or go back and, borrow.
There is a soul inside of each of us, who we are,
On a journey through the universe,
Now a stop-over, planet earth this time,
Every soul living a different phase of life,
Why, we all think differently, within our minds.
As the soul travels to reach perfection,
Learn discover, as much as possible,
During your visit to earth this time,
Always be prepared, for your, next travel,
Another place, unknown to our human mind.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 1/14/2022 AD
5:50 AM
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 10:14 AM UTC
This journey has taken me, through the woods,
I have passed along, countless miles, of streets,
I could not begin, to remember, all the faces,
I had the pleasure to meet.
Many are now, just dreams, when I sleep,
It’s not all smooth, and easy,
I’ve had my share, of sore feet,
I am still searching forward,
After admitting, many days, I was beat.
Some days seemed short, others long,
Hopefully, we made the right decisions,
Now that our life, has moved on,
Some day, we will all just be memories,
Like the words, of an old love song.
The Original; Tom Maxwell ©
12 / 21 2021
5:00 PM
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
We each got aboard, life’s train,
Different years, times, and stations,
Never knowing for sure, our direction, or way,
As we ride on our journey, we choose,
Needs, wants, our values, hopefully, good relations.
There are times, everything, rolls smooth and fast,
Others, we will stop and go, slow like a snail,
Realizing, every plan can change,
Much patience, luck, needed in all decisions,
Honesty in all communications, hoping our wheels, stay on the rail.
Everyone’s ticket will expire, we never know, how or when,
As we pass much scenery, beautiful, fun, to sad, confusing times,
As our miles see, many faces, they arrive, and leave each day,
We cherish those who cared, knowing, one day we will hear,
God, the head conductor, say this is the end of the line.
The original: Tom Maxwell © 7/9/21 AD 12:20 pm
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 7:12 AM UTC
The life's ride unravels
new visions yet to travel,
through the eyes of the old,
who lived through his life, bold.
Through the odes of the heroes
that survived the rain of arrows,
the blood that spoke in it's silence,
outliving the brutal violence.
The swords that reeked of cynical intent
that left the voices of the needy distant,
into the mundane walk of evolution,
into the urbane solution
of living through a window
of technology due to a limbo,
caused by a uncanny cough.
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC
Each of us are very unique,
More than obvious ways,
Hair, color, shape, size, face,
Just our outer shell, during this stay.
Thoughts, from past experiences,
Our travels & journeys through time,
We are all A mixed breed, of sort,
After centuries, think back in your mind.
Any two people, will not always agree,
If to much time spent together,
Humans, sea horses, may be one other,
The only creatures, that try to mate forever.
Respect, learn from, enjoy others,
None of us are perfect, our actions, ways,
We are in this passage of time, to grow wiser,
A short lesson, preparing us, for future days.
Tom Maxwell © 12/13/18
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 5:53 PM UTC
What if life stopped tomorrow
The sky's were no longer blue
And you never felt no more sorrow
Would you still feel sadness
Or cling to your anger
Though a great mystery lurks in the bliss
The day the seas give rise
And the nights where you feel empty
There where you wasted your time spreading lies
A greater place awaits
Where your actions of today, are washed away
No matter the cost, because in the end it's all left up to fate
Perhaps living is the hardest part
But at least we still get tomorrow
To try again and stay true to our heart
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:36 PM UTC
While walking through the tress one day
I stopped and wondered of life before
How little and close everything was to the core
And how precious words were to the say
Now it's lies that prevail
Truth is buried down below
Dreams die, just as rivers flow
But perhaps the worst is the ones we lose along the trail
Yes, I find many lost souls
My discoveries let them live, how they should be: FREE
For the old cliché, even the blind see
While the ones who stay, search for the loopholes
In reality we're all just trying to buy time
The ones who can't, say life's not fair
The others, well they don't really care
And me, Well I just do anything to make me feel fine
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
My friend fly's through the sky
He wears a coat of brown
Sometimes he's gone for awhile, but I never question why
Other times I'll see him right in the middle of town
I do admit I am jealous
For no creature of ours have felt such freedom
He does teach a lesson, that all life is precious
But I'd bet anyone would still pay to be him
Soaring through the skies not a care to think
Drifting to wherever and whenever
Flying so fast you don't have time to blink
And moving away when the leaves turn a golden heather
Maybe the lesson to be learned is the ones he leaves behind
Or on the way back getting lost
Or maybe it's that we don't have much time
I guess the lesson is to live free no matter the cost
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
I write this today, with the knowledge of yesterday
Look past yourself and see the bigger picture
Think of all the ones before who never got a say
And the ones who came out as the false victors
Years of violence and years of war
We choose to ignore for it's already past
But what about the ones who can't because their family's been torn
What about the ones who couldn't make it to the door
A world full of hate
When I look outside I only see the night
For many believe the lies told and take the bait
But what about those who choose to still shine bright
I write this not as a plea but as a calling
For those of you who fell more and are sick of sorrow
To those who stand up and are tired of falling
We are the future, we can choose our fates, more importantly we can build a new tomorrow.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
fall in love with yourself
the way that you want
to be loved.
stop letting strangers take
refuge in your body.
you are not a
momentary place.
you were not built to be
someone’s hideaway
or vacation house.
you were not designed
to handle people
walking in and out
of your life.
your body is tired
of hurting.
tell these short-term
visitors to leave.
the scratches and
scuff marks left by
their careless actions
do not define you.
you expect abandonment.
permanence feels foreign.
someone staying feels
unnatural to you.
but please remember that
you deserve to be
so much more than a
resting spot for someone
to briefly stop at, and
continue on their way.
despite what you may
believe about yourself,
you are not temporary.
please, be kind to yourself.
as you travel through life,
remember that it doesn’t matter
whether you believe it or not.
you are worth it.
and not believing that doesn’t
make it any less true.
please, stop searching
for another guest.
find someone who
feels less like a tourist,
and more like a home.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
The sun rises everyday
And so, it sets every night
The same way a boat docks at bay
Before it goes out searching for light
Though it’s true what they say about fool’s gold
We spend so much time searching we become lost
In this we learn the true treasure is to be bold
So bold you would never know what it cost
As the sun starts to set
Instead of going out, go get some rest
And as the sun rises early in the morning, so it seems so far away
Take leave in your boat, go touring and sail along your own merry way
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
So far gone,
leaving behind spent jet fuel & jeweled remnants of memories,
on a plane in the 3rd dimension sitting 1st class,
with a world class American Top Model chilling next to me,
gazing out the soft edged rectangular window to my left,
then over to the soft edged Coke bottle model to my right,
which is better I’m confused as to which view I should choose,
both views are cool highly prized self-realized & undefinable,
on a roll so after we change countries to change the weather,
we change clothes to match the country we’re adaptable,
not conditioned to air conditioners we prefer air that’s natural,
our connects are reliable, specs are viable, facts are verifiable,
always well equipped even though we pack light when traveling, must face facts ‘cause we’re verified & the truth’s undeniable,
so we choose to accept this life without a fight,
what film’s on the inflight entertainment tonight,
100s of options to select from hope I choose right,
I pick a good flick to watch with this chic as I wet my appetite,
dinner served soon what’s on the menu this time,
King Salmon arugula salad champagne & cloth napkins,
think we’ll eat & see a film starring one of my best friends,
he’s one of the leads in the film playing one of the X-Men,
my future has passed, been gone since way back when,
I went from hustling on pavements & cuddling in basements,
to my name on gracious invitations to amazing celebrations,
& obtaining the latest coveted creations of our generation,
placement upgraded I now lay in a place that is spacious,
on the top floor of a proper loft with views of the harbor,
not a golfer I don’t golf I find sports outrageous,
no jokes I’m sinking ***** in 3 strokes on Par-4s,
making cut shots not taking gut shots from Haters,
no mugshots the hate must stop success is an art form,
I work around the clock so I deserve this spacious hiatus,
hitting Top Flights with wise guys on Trump’s golf course,
hole in one I’m a Golden Son like Nick Cannon’s kid is,
terms of endearment rules of engagement **** with honor,
tears shed in statements still sad but thank God we made it,
out of the streets & into the seats of private choppers,
we’re done with the stress thanks to blessed chess moves,
we get offered so many options that it’s tough to choose,
flying through the friendly skies First Class,
as beautiful Goddesses like Venus & powerful Gods like Zeus,
we just hold on to sworn untolds & let everything else go,
until our wills give up our bodies fold & we’re cremated,
only thing that hasn’t changed since we’ve made it,
is the bond of our word so you’ll never hear convos restated,
we keep secrets that will never to be repeated ,
we run a tight ship no loose lips or leaks we keep our word,
just saying no statements just lots of amens & payments,
we’ll neither confirm nor deny those rumors that you heard,
most great men make no statements or engage slow agents,
they just make moves & arrangements in Asia like Statesmen,
we go off like the Mossad,
got those that **** caught off guard in a fictitious fog,
so lost they even begin to question our very existence,
no eyewitness our plots are so efficient they can’t see the ball,
suspicious citizens fishin’ for sufficient evidence,
dragging nets coming up empty they get nothing at all,
reporters on a mission to get headlines for the Sunday edition,
but I’ve seen things believe me they don’t want to get involved,
all star star crossed lovers,
all scars dressed in cross colors,
on Heaven’s Cloud 9 hovering in a helicopter,
surfing my brainwaves on a Rusty board as thoughts hover,
he’ll adopt her,
if she’s mean as the streets are still somehow nice & proper,
a marvelous heart stopper, with a solid heart beat bopper,
but if she acts up he won’t hesitate in a heart beat to drop her,
because the mean streets will always be his first lover,
so sick with the business he might need a doctor,
so far gone one what weighs him down isn’t worth the bother,
so far gone on a level so far beyond him that he’s honored,
with the type of resolve that gets all problems solved,
& a secret sauce along with a special recipe that conquers,
upwards & onwards,
a walking palindrome pantomime,
walking backwards I act out words,
& any friend of freedom is a friend of mine that’s a given,
I see the future live in the moment then kick back afterwards,
on a plane in the 3rd dimension sitting 1st class,
with a world class American Top Model chilling next to me,
rolling feeling high expressing these blessings in total bliss,
naturally high no cigarettes no alcohol no ******* no ecstasy,
finally “Free at last, free at last, Thank God almighty!”,
we are free at last celebrating like Martin Luther King,
Living the Dream in the fast lane spending Johnny Cash,
in the Fast Lane don’t plan to plane crash so I fly carefully,
Walking The Line,
I’m,
doing fine,
so far gone,
I’m,
a bottom of the 9th,
down by one runner on Home Run,
I’m,
outta here,
en route to a beach,
outta of range & outta reach,
a place where the photogs can’t peek,
not hiding just finding a place we can shine like diamonds,
an island with vibes like the water,
clean crystal clear & stylish,
where we can fully relax,
at ease without fear,
together,
here,
20/20 vision,
so my decisions like my vision are always crystal clear,
crystal clean missiles scream through the star lit night sky,
with a Starlet don’t startle us or confuse our caution as fear,
don’t mistake kindness for weakness & try to take advantage,
or it’ll be “Nice try nice guy, you lose dude maybe next time.”,
no good guys just bad boys living the Good Life,
bad boys with good hearts Tom cruising through Vanilla Sky,
in the air experiencing experiences on the fly,
only spent jet fuel & remnants of memories left behind,
have everything ahead of me, just had to get lost to find,
truth is everything I ever said, all good things in all good time,
see, I’m so far gone, my sweat smells like sweet success,
living my best life, an American Dream in the flesh,
School of Hard Knocks did all my homework took no recess,
now it’s all recess allow me the luxury to reminisce & digress,
if you know how to read between the lines,
then there’s no need for a Reader’s Digest,
if you really what to know I let wealth get to know me,
I don’t work for the money the money works for me,
money doesn’t make the man man makes the money,
if you really want to get things done gotta do it on your lonely,
& when you finally get an opportunity to taste The Good Life,
don’t waste it savor it gently & take it slowly,
enjoy it while you can when you get the chance,
before it’s gone like I am on to the next one & only,
close The Book chapter’s finished on to Destiny’s next story,
done with this dissertation on all The Good Life’s temptations,
where seduction done through Life’s luxuries was my specialty,
had my fun now it’s on to the next one, next destination,
leave this life behind & let my actions & words speak for me,
which is why I leave behind these words as my literary legacy,
see truthfully I’m already so far gone,
leaving behind spent jet fuel & jeweled remnants of memories,
on a plane in the 3rd dimension sitting 1st class,
with a world class American Top Model chilling next to me,
full throttle on time like Movado, all shine no bravado,
I swim in more waves than the Royal Navy,
“living la vida loca” no Ricky Martin, my life & my love’s crazy,
gazing lazily out the soft edged window to the left of me,
then over to the soft edged coke bottle model to my right,
if every man’s an island I’m an archipelago & the architect,
Living Artifact, Futuristic Apostle Fossil, Prophetic Autograph,
I collect art & checks such a crazy life I need my head checked,
fossil fuels burn on strong, along with my memories,
so long I’m gone have been for centuries, so far gone,
so when they mention the greats, guaranteed they mention me, remembered in words & songs so the lessons can carry on,
so gone leaving behind only jet fuel & remnants of memories,
because just like now when the end comes I’ll also be gone,
only came here in the first place because they sent for me,
so when I go I will wish you well with a “So long & carry on!”.
So far gone,
on a one way flight with no carry ons,
leaving behind spent jet fuel & jeweled remnants of memories,
on a plane in the 3rd dimension sitting 1st class,
with a world class American Top Model chilling next to me...
Δ LaLux Δ
IG: @adreamerinthematrix
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Since the dawn of time, there has been an urge to travel
Through many decades and a few dozen centuries many nations were born
In the early days, most of the roads were paved in gravel
As time went by many fell apart and became torn
Society changed often leaving us crippled in chains
The few that did travel spoke only of the place and not the flight
For they wouldn't even care if the sun stopped shining bright
And so people continued on being mindless brains
As for I, I chose different, leading a path not concentrated on my destination
But rather the temporal zones in between where time had ceased to exist
By doing this it allowed me to enjoy all of creation
For the journey of a man is not defined by his final resting place
The journey of a man is defined by the travels shown on his face
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
_Love travels sideways,
Down dark alleys,
Along winding country lanes;
Arrives late,
Hesitates too long,
Leaves early;
A journey to take,
A destination unmapped,
An invitation to linger when we least expect it._
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
_Papa always said, ‘Parallel lives meet when love travels sideways.’_
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
It's terrible to think
that our ship could sink
before it reaches
land.
And our words don't
have to work too hard
to dig our grave
in water.
But it's not time yet
to send an SOS.
Because our ship still
floats on.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC