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 Oct 2019 Terry Jordan
nivek
the graveyard is forever filling up
headstones in neat rows

your name will be read there
along with your two dates

it may say 'poet'
or may say nothing at all

allowing silence to speak
allowing silence to be.
Under the surface what
pain are you feeling?
Secret thoughts that send
your mind reeling?

I will not pretend to
understand your hurt.
That paralyzing sorrow
that leaves you inert.

Suicide is not the cure to
all of life's fears.
Whisper all of your
burdens to heavenly ears.

What mental illness keeps
hidden from view,
He clearly can see the
beautiful you.

©️
But,
Every chance I get to express myself poetically I take. But the truth is my heart belongs to nature,where the bird’s my stereo, the ocean’s my mirror, the trees my home and where my heart kept bubble wrapping for my safe keeping. Therefore I’m not a big fan of social media,  and I’m sort of shy, startling isn’t it lol. Though it hurts at times , sometimes I silence my voice and I hide from the world often ..behind a wall of ink , in the back of a crowded page near the exit ,close to the end of every story so I can make my escape ..seems like I’m always in the shadow  of my mind, unless I’m obliged into the light whose melody from time to time ( in my French accent ;) ) entices me to come out from behind the wall,to bleed my songs of enlightenment for those who need it. Those who may not be able to sing beautifully as always in the moment of pain, sadness, sickness, darkness and to uplift those considered to be defenseless when all roads turns to black,  literally. Where I share little bits of pieces of my personality and spirit to put a smile on their faces. Where Everything is Art, everything is poetry starting with myself. Only time I know how to take flight , and be free!
What’s good with y’all today.... Sending love your way!
 Oct 2019 Terry Jordan
Traveler
Touch me now
If you dare
But please remember
Life an't fair
We were never meant to be
But hungry hearts need to feed
On the menu
  ***** deeds
Behind his back
I'll make you scream

And here beneath the bottom line
Your taste is finer then fine wine
The dew that drips from your peddles
Intoxicates like rolling meadows
Into the low lands I take my plunge
You are a passing lunar
Burning like the sun
I am the night
Until you come
.......
Traveler Tim
Legends die everyday

Today was your everyday

I think I will saddle up the Toad

And let the beat . . .

carry us away


tribute to ginger baker

Cream always rises to the top
"I'm so glad"

            now . . .  I'm sure I heard you whisper ,


              " I Feel Free "
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