"travelin" poems
Check it I be the mic originator greater than the next hater
So my nines will degrade ya send ya back to ya maker undertaker
Shake ya
With my earthquake flows formin' portals bigger than the black hole leave ya third eye swole
My thoughts travelin' faster than the speed of light say goodnight from the snake bite
A rhyming python wears cables and nylon runnin' bars harder than marathon true champion none could knock a don
Birthed by the sun raised by moon Sonic booms soundwaves from heart rates feelin' doom and soon
To be resting in the womb
The belly of the earth retaining my turf know my worth make words hurts
So suckas better tuck in ya skirts
I'm catching mirth
Along with death til my last breath cookin' up rhymes from the *** of my mind n continue to shine
Its asinine to flex ya mind if you cross the gun line don't be a victim of a graphic design
(Ya tapped out)
Scatzzz all over the kitty katz with my woody bat making them brains cracks
Cells it ain't hard to tell ****** fear me cuz I be the archangel Michael
fallin' deep into the depths of my hell o well
If you try to inhale my lyrical tales this ship is set to sail
On ya brainwaves these days fools rappin' for cheap pay lookin' all gay **** that I rather use the AK
Sittin' by the window seal signing the release will my soul'll still
Be reaching regardless the hardest artist
Usually ends up a carcass manifest the darkest
Rhymes but shine light at the same time crime at an all time
High once I blaze my thoughts cells fought & caught
By the smokin' arrows of a ghostly pharoah
Thats just my ancestors though lettin' me know it's time to show and go blow for blow toe to toe
Hands or the chrome pistol
The ghetto Aristotle makin' bodies mold from the enemies that caught a cold
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
It ain’t too bad to be from there
Just ask my family and friends
But it’s too flat, ain’t no way out
The roads are all dead ends.
Sometime soon I’ll find a place
Where the music I’ll enjoy
But for now I keep on tryin’
To escape from Illinois!
There’s a river on the border west
That moves a lot of dirt
Mighty Muddy Mississipp
Drowns the pain and covers hurt
Yeah, I’m movin’ south to New Orleans
Maybe I can find employ
In a blues bar down on Bourbon Street
Escape from Illinois!
Well I stopped a week along the way
When I saw the Gateway Arch.
But the folks out by the airport
Were stagin’ up a march.
Seems a white cop fired a shot that killed
An unarmed teenage boy
Oh yeah, the teenage boy was black,
Escape from Illinois.
Kept walkin’ to the Landing
(Named for Pierre Laclede)
It has most every thing you want
But nothing that you need
Some travelin’ folk told me some news
That made me jump for joy
Memphis maybe had some work
Escape from Illinois!
Found the haunted house called Graceland
And the grave where Elvis lay
Where half a million go each year
(Fifteen thousand every day)
They all want to pay respects
To the rockin’ – rollin’ boy
Put their finger in the bullet holes
Escape from Illinois.
Went downtown, knocked on some doors
Once or twice I went inside
But Beale Street was broken
The travelin’ folks had lied.
‘Cuz there ain’t no jobs in Memphis,
Or maybe I’m too coy
So I hitched a ride to Nashville
Escape from Illinois.
Nashville’s a big old meltin’ ***
Lots of great ones started here
But most end up as tourists
Getting’ ****** and drinkin’ beer
So money’s at a premium
And fame’s a fake decoy
End up workin’ in a record store
Escape from Illinois?
From Asheville to Atlanta
From Austin to LA
From Biloxi back to Baton Rouge
Need a place where I can play
I’ll follow all the buskers,
Form a musical convoy
Livin’ day by day and town by town
Escape from Illinois!
I’m a minstrel, like a rubber band
I keep on snappin’ back
I’m gonna make it somewhere
Singing somewhere, that’s a fact
Got my guitar and my music
Gotta do what I enjoy
Find a place to sing my songs for you,
Hell, it may be Illinois!
Phil Lindsey 6/4/15
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
My creamy silken Irish skin
looks ghostly white with full red lips
freckled spots come out to play
and belly coins dance on my hips
The long and swinging skirt is pure
entrancing you with dancing dips
Dickla covers neck so modest
you gently pull with fingertips
We are getting close to fire
Dance 'round flames in hand a switch
Outstretched arm cast Spell on You
by a lovely Roma travelin' witch
Dancing bells about my feet
pounding in your **** heart
drawing you nomadic beats
that hit you like a poison dart
Twilight time casts its glow
Gypsy Moon hangs in the sky
Cast a spell to be my beau
You never ask the question why
Come inside this Gypsy coven
Dark haired..
red lipped..
gypsy lovin'
You'll forget you have a name
My Gypsy love will be the blame
better to be quite insane
No one's going to believe
I Put A Spell On You...
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
found myself on a greyhound bus
travelin far from all that muss
them lonely hearts
them angry cops
them vacant eyes
them burned out shops
that dark cold city sure ain't pretty
too many jail cells
too many private hells
too many bloodshot mornings
too many deaf eared warnings
not enough to keep me here
not enough of that free beer
never enough dope to shoot
not enough in pirate loot
not enough warm pillow dreams
no thread left to sew my seams
not enough to keep believing
not enough...
i think i'm leaving
just too manny worn out souls
count my toes to count the holes
run down
on empty
gotta get my fill
lookin for another pint to spill
sippin on some stolen *****
i got nothin left to lose
sleepin under concrete bridges
shivering and cold as fridges
chipped teeth and blood stains on my shirt
Aww hell i'm fine
it didn't hurt
spare change for whiskey
root beer chase
and hopes to get between her lace
first kisses and them pretty lies
crumble into last goodbyes
the laughter fades
the raindrops burn
on open road the wheels turn
i got two thumbs
i'll level one
and i'll ride off into the sun...
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
travelin north on rumblin boxcar trains
soft iron rails confess syncopated pains
slow rhythmic rush of spinning paddlewheels
full immersion baptism in Big Muddy swales
feint clip clop thoughts of ol Bess fade fast
hum a hue of delta blues to hard times past
I lift a quiet prayer to my Lord’s willowy ear
to quell the ugly whispers of yonder city fears
Jacob Lawrence
Panel 23
Migration Series
Duke Ellington:
Daybreak Express
Orlando
9/24/17
jbm
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
Perilous mornings lighting what was once a night devoid of light
as the Sun whispers to us secrets of warmth
Sunlight trickling amazement ‘cross the horizon as it is of striking blue.
You and I could walk the earth as it is painted in sunshine.
Like water on a rainy day, replenished and unsightly beautiful in mystic drip-drops.
Hand-in-hand, connected for these pines to see
with me
Lost loosely in the trees, lingering forever with you.
seasons come and seasons go
to and fro with the snow
where the other is not.
i lie sleeping on this cot.
The feat of your words undeniably strikes me off my own feet, smiling all the while:
Glimmering
&
Glistening
Glares
You,
My
Eternal
Snow-drop
“just close your eyes”
and see the sunrise
i will leave you to surmise
What divinities of love are shown to me in the eternal glory of this -- a full moon.
Love is a hike, and I like your path.
mountains that crown the continent.
camped in a forested palace
many the paths to take,
with you, though,
i shall not be lost.
for it is with you,
that I am only truly found.
The light shines back to us,
the reflections
of smiles aplenty
and laughter
on and of the water.
Nothing is normal and everything is strange.
in this moment,
in travelin’ cross this land,
in the shining sunlight,
what are we to forever share?
Grow and go unto this world
where you are free to see all there is to see
and be.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
I'm comin' home Maggie, fightin' no longer!
They're sendin' me home from that hell of a war.
I've given me best, now I'm done with the fightin'.
There's nothin' can take me away anymore.
It seems like forever that I've been a-travelin',
by air and by boat and by train and by car,
Me heart has been achin' to be here beside ye,
to see ye and kiss ye and hold ye once more.
'Twas once we went laughin' and once we went runnin',
up to the high hills, and down to the shore,
oh do ye remember, we used to go dancin'!
Everyone watched as we burned up the floor!
I'm home again, Maggie, home at last, Maggie!
Wi' only a stump where me leg was before,
I'm home again, Maggie, oh my sweet lassie,
Death's all that can take me-- I'll wander no more.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 4:25 PM UTC
she did a difficult dance on the street corner
but i had no time to stay and kiss the girl
my time had come and travelin was on my mind
there was a future callin on me
some bright eyed beautiful thing sparking in the sun
start off walkin but you know me
just get going and i'm runnin
ill see you someday i suppose
ill be doing a two step with some hot honey
and laughing in some parking lot three am
cause i got a future i gotta go catch
no time to stick round and kiss the girl
feel bad gotta leave her behind
but i got a destiny
and i'm movin already
some bright eyed happy thing callin me
some two step with some salacious honey
in the bed sheets
oh lord hear her callin me
goodbye my friend
got to go
got to go
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
The grapes of wrath are ripe
and we're all drunk off the wine
we'd get shovels and picks and rebuild '66
but theres nowhere to go this time
They say 'stay gold' but we all grow old
with stories left untold
Ive got miles to go before i sleep
and i carry a heavy load
the ghost of Tom Joad is still trying to fight
his soul my shadow and his cause still the right
look into their eyes ma its me that you'll see
im a travelin soldier seems like the last of the breed
3rd world is our world and its second to none
like russian roulette with a loaded mag in the gun
they take their chances im just takin' my time
lonely vagabond gypsy
still walkin the line
then Atlas shrugged
and the world fell down
no one made a sound
when it hit the ground
(c) 2011 CJG
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
Well if you look into my eyes
I might show you something new
But if you look into my eyes
I just might fall in love with you
And the words you say when you look at me
Take a one way train right to my heart
I’d love to tell you all these things
But I don’t know where to start
Because this road we’ve been travelin on
Is coming to an end
And I’m thinkin' bout all the places well go
And all the places we have been
And it’s hard to differenciate
The idea of love
And being just close friends
So if you could tell me all the places we’ll go
Or if I’ll be left with places that could have been
And the stars can show us
Just how small we really are
Or the moon can show us
That we’re not very far
From the people that we love
To the people we don’t know
The moon connects us all
To a place we call home
And I hope that you get
Wherever you are going
See maybe the stars
Maybe they are showing
Somewhere we’re supposed to be
And the places that we are
because the moon does have some craters
So I’m bound to have some scars
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
Travelin Man,
They call me Nomad.
Rolled into Kansas
and found there really is an OZ.
Didn't see Dorothy or Toto,
But both witches found me.
Found a painting,
Mona Lisa for real.
Then time jumped
The TinMan ******
And from the Belly of the Beast,
Grace prevailed.
27 days right off Main Street,
The address of the Yellow Brick Road
27 days sharing and caring.
Me and Mona Lisa rolling.
And she rose from the ashes,
Her red shoes tap tap tapping,
Mona Lisa came back to the world,
I heard the miracle
Her Spirit reborn.
Not even a chapter in a hero sage,
But a good first page
The Knight of a soaring heart,
More will be revealed.....
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Dear Miss Harris.
this letter is to inform you that your position in the constaltions
Is fixed and never to fade.
My dearest Eleanor.
It would be misleading if I told you that for me, it was love
at first sight but you have grown on me with
The passage of time.
Over the years I have come to understand what the fuss was alll about.
As me myself and I sat alone in my solitude.
I have grown to love what a little moonlight can do as I cried for you.
Don't explain. Now I know that you've changed
Like autumn in new york and yesterdays witout your love have made me miss you even more now as I cover the waterfront in search of my love.
You my love are. travelin light crowned with a white carnation forever
strolling through my memories.
Maybe we will meet again on some other
Spring.some fine and mellow sunlit morning.
Till then dear,good morning heartache is the
Song that I sing as I sit in my solitude.
Hush now my heart. Don't explian. What is there to gain.
All my thoughts are of you for I am completly yours.
You are my joy and pain so don't explain.
Right or wrong don't matter,when you are with me sweet.
The pointed pain
Sad refrain. Good morning heartache.
Stop haunting me love.can't. Shake you no how
The welcome sting that your love will bring
Your arm so bruised and stained.
Repulsed me at first. The wounded bird
Does sing a lovely song.
It took me so long to
Feel your pain lady.
But you are now and ......... forever in my vein
And will remain.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
ever an expat
~
i'm ever an expat,
this culture ain't mine;
a trip to my next stop,
a place in my mind.
this soil isn't home,
my soul it's on loan;
just looking for peace,
in a world upside down.
i'm a' travelin' light,
in pursuit of a song;
not seeking permission,
for my heart to belong.
my sole's intermission,
will only prolong,
finding the courage,
to write all my wrong.
surrounded by others,
with tickets defined;
you ask if my home's
at the end of the line?
no, i looked for a non-stop,
a grand destination;
my vocation mistaken,
a search has awakened.
i'm ever an expat,
in a culture not mine;
a trip to my next stop,
a place in my mind.
this soil isn't home,
my soul it's on loan;
still looking for peace,
in a world all gone wrong.
though ever a trav'ler,
and rarely at rest,
enjoying this journey,
my accepted success.
in losing i'm winning,
my end my beginning;
for my pain isn't gain,
til' i lose all the excess!
come fly with me,
in this quest to be free;
i'm prepared to let go,
of all that i've seen.
this my adventure,
a spirited venture;
perhaps solace i've sought,
appears in release!
i'm ever an expat,
in a culture not mine;
a trip to my next stop,
a place in my mind.
this soil isn't home,
my soul it's on loan;
i've finally found peace,
in the words of my song.
~
post script
I once wrote the following words to a dear friend in response to an article about childhood and belonging...
"it is said of men and women alike, one's latter years... those years when eyes betray, as often does one's strength, are years in which a sixth sense emerges, and with it a 20/20 vision; a hindsight that sees in its rearview mirror the beauty and wonder of life, of dots connected with its enigmatic smoke screen stripped away, its majestic tapestry coming into view... a blending of time and place where purpose and intention can become focused.
In physicality, I am 47 years removed from my host country, Japan, but here I am today, still feeling each point of these words, more poignantly than I'd like to admit!! In my more rational moments, I'd say I've moved on... in reality I often still feel stuck, unable to see my childhood as anything but a dream or another life... almost an outside-looking-in experience!"
Ever an expat, perhaps; peace and rest are elusive at best!
Mar 3, 2024
Mar 3, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
A mighty move, a thousand lives, all packed up and strapped down,
An’ travelin’ through the dead of night, a fleet that shakes the ground.
A cast aside community, lured to a dotted line,
Inspired by immunity, but shackled to a shine.
The refugees - trinkets in tow - are told to turn around,
They kneel and plead, nowhere to go, some fat man owns their ground.
Disease an’ death with drought or mud, an’ shelters made of sand,
Look to the west - and so they should – holdin’ out their empty hands.
An endless plight, an exodus, pays homage to its graves,
Defend an’ fight an’ test their fists - for promises of rain.
A tired child in endless sleep, his stomach storing air,
Is almost wild, is almost free - was almost never there.
A town, a land, a continent - a half a world the same,
Beyond run-down an’ decadent. Beyond the care of blame.
A person, people, faith an’ race – best part of this mankind,
We herd them, keep them out of place - and far from in our minds
Their sin was birth, so Hell is earthed an’ they can call it home,
Unavoidable collateral. Fighting to lick a bone.
Politics. Apocalypse - It’s all the same to them,
With all their kids as thick as twigs, an’ vines that look like men.
Turn off T.V’s. Turn bliss angry - they’ve put you off your meal,
So blank them out - why stand an’ shout? One mind can’t change their deal.
How wrong you are, to think as far. Each penny goes somewhere,
All care’ll count, all aid amounts – high time we learned to share.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 4:15 AM UTC
We were travelin' down
a Lost Highway
Down some Dusty Back Wood Road
Way Out in the Sticks
East of Overshoe
West of Bumfuc*
Out in the middle of nowhere
on a Crazy Hot Summer Afternoon
We had the windows down
Just Whistlin' Dixie
feelin' and shooting
the breezy air conditioning
admirin' the lovely green quiltin' of the
lush Green Mountains
We had some smiles on our faces
listenin' to the tunes
playin' on the radio
It must have been our favorite song
because we were really singin'
Enjoying the thoughts
that this music was bringin'
As the world just passed on by
I could see it in your eyes
I'm sure you thought it in mine
"And you're right my friend
can I tell you more about it
just up around this next Bend?"
"Cause you got your life going on
and I got mine
but somehow today our lives are....
well... they seem intertwined
And it's all good."
Rocks and pebbles
keep kicking up from those back tires
of a Shiny Turquoise Blue Ford F150 Flareside Pickup Truck
named Lucy
and "I really love that sound ya know?"
"Ya...I do."
"This place
this whole place
it's like a endless and beautiful
picture show
and I don't want to go
home just yet
If you weren't here... I'd swear that I must dreamin' ".....
"So let's pull over
that looks like a good spot right here
You could have another beer
You know....take a Little Rest Stop
"Turn the engine off
just don't take out the key"
"So what are you thinking there
my Cherie?
What's really on your mind?"
"Well... I don't know
just wondered if you can kiss me?"
"Awwwww.....sure I'll kiss you sweetie"
"You know I'm in this really strange place
Something that time....
just can't seem to erase"
"You don't need to explain
and stop racking your brain girl
..It's all good."
As he slowly slid his strong warm hand around the back of my neck
And pulled me in close
I got lost in the most Beautiful
Moment....
Dreaming while I was Wide Awake.
Cherie Nolan © All rights reserved.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
You're an anomaly
He said to me
A little crazy
But to Mr. Swayze
You're like the wind
Always travelin'
In different directions
I think his intentions
Implied a compliment
But it felt like cement
As it brought me down
Because I've found
That to be unique
You'll face critique
In a world that conforms
You'll surely adorn
A kind of pariah
As you start to acquire
The loneliness
Becoming depressed
By the need to connect
When they're all inept
To the concept
Of your strange perception.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
from the bookstore to basketball
in this southern state
Johnny Cash in my car
Good God is he great!
mindful the Nashville museum
and the bar where we ate
Travelin’ Soldier too played
true love, tragic fate
now quiet, quite unknown
in patience I wait
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
If I could change one day in my past,
It'd be the day my boots beat the path,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.
I had a lady and she loved me so,
But the road you know it owns my soul,
So I wonder, how it i could be,
If my gypsy soul never touched my feet.
Dont fall in love with us travelin' kids
We'll break your heart as we leave with the wind,
So I wonder, how it could be,
If I could love a little longer than the season of spring.
Maybe if I was a better man,
But now I sit here wonderin' if I can go on
Yea I gatta keep on
And you should know I'm the king of bones
I'll rip out your spin so I can stand on my own.
Once I'm in, I'll tear you apart.
Leave you naked, bruised up, cut up, and exposed in the dark.
I've got my cigarettes I've got my ****
All to keep my feelings under me,
In the mirror I see empty eyes,
So I roll myself a doobie and I look towards the sky.
The consequences of my wanderlust.
Are tears from the faces I have touched,
To my friends, Im sorry I'm gone,
I'm doin well.
If theres a welcome Ive over stayed it,
American dreams are overrated,
Sun sets up on mountain tops
thats where you're ganna find me.
I've got no money got no land to defend.
My journey will never come to an end.
Sun sets up on mountain tops
Thats where you ganna find me.
My gypsy soul and me.
Without a home,
And doomed to roam.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Standing on morals and values
How you?
Sit here and not shed a tear
In this atmosphere
Hells been here my dear
Listen to the sounds of the wind
Paintin' an image you could see within
Soul dwellin' spells sailin'
Like boats on oceans
**** a notion and stop
Sippin' the mental potion
Nothing but poison causing noises
To the intellects
Folks so confused they dont
Know what to reject
Whats thrown at em
Pitches up and i bat em
Out the park
Slicker than John Starks
On the court
Light my spark **** in the dark
Take a trip through my mind
And let the chakras tingle your spine
Im genuine
So anxious notorious when my guns bust
Through the evils hearts
Of mankind no rewind
We going forward marchin'
While ya barkin'
At cars that be parked and
We clear benches from distances
Strong as stance
None could separate this
This part of yosef anthology
Who am i? Who are we?
Stuck in the game calles society
Pawns place carefully
Gotta strategize my moves swiftly
Or else they'll catch me
Slippin- destiny to the penitentiary
Or an early cemetery
Like young revolutionaries
No longer scared no fear
Mama dry yo tears and hear
Me talking to your mind javelin'
While my spirit travelin'
To unknown destinations
No subjugations make it through any situation of the litigation
No hesitation thugs in migrations
No imatitin' raw with our hits
No fakin' slam ya Blake Griffin
Got lots of guns
So dont be trippin' strippin'
Titles off men and men off titles
Im an ultimate rival
To the system its the survival
Of the fittest **** this
Life ill die broke than a slave
Cursed to the carnal sins of man
But then again
Spirits will guide me again
To where it all began
The garden of Eden
You'll see the demons risin' in earthly form
Next to you breathin'
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Jacqueline,
your bottomless black eyes draw me in,
as I draw these lines with black pen,
which form emotionally immaculate translations,
that describe th way those bottomless black eyes draw me in,
Jacqueline,
I’m unraveling as I’m travelin’,
into the infinite of your obsidian eyes,
and I’m writing frantically to try and describe,
everything you are that makes me feel alive,
I,
a legendary writer,
who’s legend has just begun,
attempting to describe,
the indescribable I know it’s difficult but it can be done,
I am spun,
out in the your orbit or rather the orbit of your bottomless black eyes,
and that’s okay,
because we are far from the prying public’s eye,
and of course the course of the public can be an ugly subject,
because there is no passably pretty way to dress up hideous lies,
but we find refuge in these words which find refuge in those eyes,
here we have our own world one not subject to the public and their lies,
we’re in private and I’m dying and at the same time feeling thoroughly alive,
dancing the tantric dance of the divine the white hot light and those black cold eyes,
those black eyes,
draw me in,
Jacqueline,
it is only to such a beautiful muse such as you that I write,
lines upon lines,
I describe everything you are that makes me feel alive as one,
and at the same time this poem pushes ahead to completion,
all of our pre-existing inhibitions begin to become undone,
like bra straps and boot straps,
take your shoes of at the door,
let it all go we are each other’s inspiration,
when we are together we want for nothing more,
we are alone here,
we are together here,
we are allowed to be us here,
here fear is not a four letter word,
we are whatever we want to be now,
we have found ourselves lost,
me in your bottomless black eyes,
and you in all of these hopefully worthy words,
I’ve heard,
that there’s no time like the present,
so let us be here now without resentment,
if you’ll be my moon I’ll be your crescent,
we are all blessings both learning and lessons,
let your hair down,
open your eyes up,
I am inspired again,
Jacqueline Jacqueline,
in,
to,
those bottomless black eyes I begin to spin,
drifting off to never land,
never wanting to come back to their reality again,
so please if I may ask as a friend,
one last kiss before forever begins,
one last look at unfiltered inspiration,
I’m a chosen one that chose you as my muse for some reason,
unbeknownst to none everyone understands the attraction of a beautiful woman,
so please before I go and forever begins be a friend and grant me one last moment,
open your eyes again,
allow me to get lost in your pupils,
I’m your pupil I’m your student I’m your lesson,
so one last time before forever begins,
please open your eyes so I can get lost and find inspiration again,
as we begin to drift off into never land and forever begins to begin…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
Old man with his Atacama tongue
dusting off stories of his youth
forty-nine knock outs he spattered out
heavy weight champion travelin' the world
stories of tribes auctioning off slaves
that they couldn't sell
that became that nights meal
pieces in a stew
how it could make a man cry and cry
oiling up trees so the lions
slide right off
tent births and baseball cards
a preacher neighbor who beat a woman
then had his teeth knock out
by the holy word
then points out his bird houses
only to dive deep into something else
"Old man" says I,
"I have to return to work
but next time I will save
your stop for last. There's
an oasis in that head of yours
and I tend to bask in it."
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Google and gabble,
obsequious prattle
and remove from the room, the loom.
Take it away, to a place that will pay
and abate the resuscitated gloom
Reel the wheel and make the deal
and make sure its all for naught
Pave the way that the children shall play
in the shade when the sun gets too hot
for when the heat is arise’d,
the sun is despise’d
and makers of fur garments rail
but the skirts they get shorter
and men’s thoughts get sordid
as hormones begin to wail
but the heat it don’t last
when you’re travelin fast
with millions of miles behind
there’s more up ahead,
but surely you’ll be dead
when you get to where you’re tryin to find
runnin away when you refuse to play
and work well with others
but with those that you hate
you can truly relate
cause all men its known are brothers
so go back home
you’ve roamed to Rome
and the heat has long since passed
for youth it is fleeting
and as your heart is beating
take advantage for it shall not last
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 8:22 AM UTC
He creeps around lookin'.
He upon a hunt just huntin'
Hopin' to find that love type fool.
Guess what?
He usually do.
He has a child here.
He has a child there.
In other words.
He have had mutiple love type girls.
He's the travelin' man.
The women seems to fight over expenses.
When they were in charge of him gettin' in their britches
Sure he lied and apologized.
But , he probably have done that mutiple times.
Remember, he's the travelin' man.
He's a charmer.
Probably learned this skill of using from his mother.
Women refuses to admit the truth.
That somewhere in your life you were a user too.
And all he has done was used the game of using too.
Many kids.
Many women.
Some foolish enough to take him back.
And this is while he still visiting others on the side.
After all.
He's the travelin' man.
And most travelers are love visitors.
As long as women open the door.
This travelin' many will come back for more.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
we are doomed
we can find no love that isnt fake
we are doomed
--
we are bound for travelin
we are doomed
the men folk are mad
--
we are doomed
we can find no love that isnt fake
--
we are not fake
without love
we go on
we find eachother out there
and we love
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 4:48 PM UTC
Travelin’ man, giver of song
Wherever you are off to
Don't make it too long
A whisper of your shadow
A glimpse of your song
Tomorrow is new, yesterday gone
Darkness is upon you
Like a forgotten song
Lost in black water without view
World is awaiting on your dawn
Fear stands close, thin is spread thin
Travelin’ man, travelin’ song
Travelin’ man, come back strong
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC