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Outside my window
Dark wings go flitting by
Like a shadowy great hand
I sit looking out, and inside I cry
A darkness is growing in this land
From the evil of men
Dead dreams swept by
Sightless eye seek me.
I, a man of many deaths, see.
I, a man wonder-less, go.
I, a man powerless, know.
Folly I step on endless grass of today,
Tread daggers of past regrets of many,
And sleep tomorrow away.
Tread many words of calamity
Not many dare say.
For it won’t happen on my bay,
I tread my row, a Ferryman’s Frey.
Just like that, outta the blue
I realize that no matter what I do
There'll never ever be another you
And it hurts like hell...
Btw, how great is Chet Baker??
Choose a side
that fits you best.
Because obviously the other side caused this fracking mess.
And the fools that left
and the fools that followed
in a deep swap of tyranny their oligarchs wallow..
This hegemonic presence is a fierce flame to keep.
Could’ve been, should’ve been careful of all the evil that they’ve heaped..
Traveler 🧳 Tim

So many distractions to keep us from paying attention to the elephant in the room, genocide wars in the Middle East.
Big bad Trump, crazy old Biden, but not a word of Gaza or Yemen on our wonderful news media.
That’s the power of western hegemony!
Good Morning
everything whispers to me
this moment
I give it to you alone.
A million different jobs.
A million different personas.
As an adult, it's hard knowing,
"what you want to be when you grow up."
While considered "normal" in your twenties,
not so much in your thirties and beyond.
In a world that's consistently changing from one day to the next,
why aren't we allowed the same respect?
We, as parents, wear many hats in order to provide,
they label it multitasking, we're doing it to survive.
Trial and error is the only way to truly be happy in life,
otherwise you're just committed to a career you despise.
That doesn't make one irresponsible, just more knowledgeable.
Two things can be true; you can have a stable career,
and still be a writer on the side.
You can follow your dreams,
and still support your family.
I wrote this about a time I was criticized for waiting to be in my 30's, deciding to work on becoming a writer/poet still working another job while being a wife and mother. Though, I feel like most of us have a job and creative outlets. We don't always figure out who we are or what we want to do in our twenties or younger. Some of us don't have the privilege. Best not to judge, when you don't know the circumstance.
I wore his vest,
trading stained threads
for something that smelled
just like him.

Bare legs, quiet room—
his eyes found mine,
and I swear,
time leaned in to listen.

"Just forehead kisses,"
I whispered once,
twice—
trying to stay soft
when my heart wasn’t.

But he looked at me
like I was still his,
like the ache between us
wasn’t ready to end.

His hands at my waist,
his breath on my cheek,
the silence hummed,
sweet and weak—

And then,
before goodbye could speak…
I kissed him—
once,
long,
slow,
like we forgot what leaving meant.
there’s an
impostor
in the mirror
and she has
my smile.
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