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Poem: Traveling Thoughts.

Silence from the cockpit, steady as I watch in slow motion.
The pilot dyed his hair black because his usual white is to old for her the attendant
Next to me, who ever saw a half bald male head with pink hair and white lipstick, tongue piercings and 70s bell bottoms.
 
Is he one of the originals.
Not a rolling stone, but close.
He says his mom left him in the oven a little while longer than most.
But I am not one for here say and sinister trivialities.
 
For a healthy lifestyle, feed the love twice and just once for the passion.
Ambition is a lost puppy, if you find it.... well, you should know what to do.
Personally, I think drugs are a waste of time. But no one ever takes me personally, they would rather make me a lying figure.
 
Ugh! How I dread the limelight, so these days I only put it in my tea.
Tsk Tsk Tsk
Friends.
Sigh!
Friend are bullets
Friendship is a weapon
Love is a lie.
Try not to shoot yourself.
They never ever had my time, just stole my dates.
So I stopped keeping them.
Old timers I call them. So now I say “to suits with old friends”.
My heart is healing, thank you.
Everything has changed, you have no idea.
But I ll always love you like so so.
 
Ahem!
Back to the cockpit. We took an airbus to Mexico
I got the third seat, but had a slight delay and on getting in, fairy fury had occupied my seat.
It was traveling world in there, so they shoved me in the back to be seated next to someone’s with dyed hair and wouldn’t budge despite all my huffing and puffing and Joan of archery.
I felt dissapointed.
Anyway, that was a few hours ago
I got wiser.
 
To keep it all on a page,
never underestimate the power of your actions.
Regret is our inability to forgive ourselves.
When you blame yourself, you hate everybody else. However, when you blame others, you unlove your own self.
So the trick is to put all the fault on the world, she doesn’t mind. Afterall, aren’t we all in her belly?
 
Merry Christmas to you! You know who you are. I swept the dirt behind me and i am headed for the gold in my jungle far far away.

(2015)

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