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False statements of an isle
Harmonizing the scruples of a mad baby
set upon anarchy no manifest destiny
purposeless the most base desire
no manipulation intentions to push or prod
against your wishes bring me here
for the cycle approves and penalization
let the screen go blue
is there a look to be with
Isle remember seeing men be giving free
and no harm done Isle was out there and felt
an exchange feminine energy present
and mutual acclimation found...
set upon anarchy no manifest destiny
purposeless the most base desire
no manipulation intentions to push or prod
against your wishes bring me here
for the cycle approves and penalization
let the screen go blue
is there a look to be with
Isle remember seeing men be giving free
and no harm done Isle was out there and felt
an exchange feminine energy present
and mutual acclimation found...
#women
#beach
#LifeGoals
#travel
#meditation
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Keep every window covered
I knew gravity was real by
the time we repressed
off the airstrip. The realness
resided in the right fat lid.
I cannot say there was cerulean
all around me although it first
appeared in print in 1662.
I just know the fluid wanted
to be let down, not disappointed,
carefree in muscle fatigue,
a release. Now I know how clouds
feel rumbling among them.
To resist seems surreal. Ah
but, the chain is slow then impossible
blur after the anchor, it goes on
for long, abrupt when it doesn’t.
They’re lightness...
the time we repressed
off the airstrip. The realness
resided in the right fat lid.
I cannot say there was cerulean
all around me although it first
appeared in print in 1662.
I just know the fluid wanted
to be let down, not disappointed,
carefree in muscle fatigue,
a release. Now I know how clouds
feel rumbling among them.
To resist seems surreal. Ah
but, the chain is slow then impossible
blur after the anchor, it goes on
for long, abrupt when it doesn’t.
They’re lightness...
#travel
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Circumlocutions
I’m lying. I’m a lion. The domain
of a circular way out. A moon
is behind me. The rest of the field
is domesticated.
Somewhere, the bitumen complies
the sole, then goes home with it,
anything to get away from the motion
sickness of the ocean. It’s a bit loco
and clingy,
the persnickety bedaub,
the way we go on,
the oil rig like a planet
off the beach. Along the shore, ...
of a circular way out. A moon
is behind me. The rest of the field
is domesticated.
Somewhere, the bitumen complies
the sole, then goes home with it,
anything to get away from the motion
sickness of the ocean. It’s a bit loco
and clingy,
the persnickety bedaub,
the way we go on,
the oil rig like a planet
off the beach. Along the shore, ...
#relationships
#travel
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Hawthorne
Racing rapidfire across the way
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
#city
#summer
#drugs
#confessional
#travel
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Dane's Journey Through the Unknown
Dane's journey began in the darkness,
Lost in the shadows, a place without light,
Uncertainty held him in its tight grasp,
As he searched for an escape from the night.
But then his fingers found a glimmer,
A door that offered a flicker of hope,
And with determination, he followed,
Towards a distant radiance, he'd cope.
In this unfamiliar edifice,
A lighthouse stood with grace,
Guiding ships across the ocean,
A beacon in this desolate space.
The rhythm of the sea filled his senses,
But humanity was nowhere to be...
Lost in the shadows, a place without light,
Uncertainty held him in its tight grasp,
As he searched for an escape from the night.
But then his fingers found a glimmer,
A door that offered a flicker of hope,
And with determination, he followed,
Towards a distant radiance, he'd cope.
In this unfamiliar edifice,
A lighthouse stood with grace,
Guiding ships across the ocean,
A beacon in this desolate space.
The rhythm of the sea filled his senses,
But humanity was nowhere to be...
#dreams
#travel
#determination
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Poor, Poor, MAGA...
#cars
#travel
#freedom
#responsibility
#ThrillSeeking
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Day Tripped!
For before four, came to the fore
I went on a mystery tour
It was at ten to ten
When i arrived at Tenterten
Tentatively travelling
And traversing the town
It was wet, and windy
So i left with a frown
I then bought a ticket to Rye
Still wet, and windy
So i left with a sigh
Until i finally fell over
When visiting the White Cliff's of Dover
by Jemia
I went on a mystery tour
It was at ten to ten
When i arrived at Tenterten
Tentatively travelling
And traversing the town
It was wet, and windy
So i left with a frown
I then bought a ticket to Rye
Still wet, and windy
So i left with a sigh
Until i finally fell over
When visiting the White Cliff's of Dover
by Jemia
#rain
#wind
#funny #travel
#funny #travel
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the game
let’s take the next train that pulls
in at paddington, and disembark at
the fifth station it stops at, and
do the same there, and at the next stop and the next, and see where we eventually end up, I don’t care ..
in at paddington, and disembark at
the fifth station it stops at, and
do the same there, and at the next stop and the next, and see where we eventually end up, I don’t care ..
#travel
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t(raveling)
Feeling a participatory venture
I grace my presence with absence
Why don't you stop and wink
At the idea of curtailing your
Paid lessons
First impressions
Are so unimportant
There's no such thing as a free lunch
Only 30 minutes
To say goodbye
I grace my presence with absence
Why don't you stop and wink
At the idea of curtailing your
Paid lessons
First impressions
Are so unimportant
There's no such thing as a free lunch
Only 30 minutes
To say goodbye
#travel
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Internal Combustion
A painfully slow start to what was supposed to be a non-stop grinder of a gauntlet has thrown a wrench in the momentum of the course. The breaks between extreme bursts of efforts is proving to be a lot more tiring than the incremental load we usually bear during preparation for the final trek. Attitudes have shifted from driving enthusiasm to uncertain complacency. The rain has made what would have been a lengthy, lesson-oriented, course into an exercise of cram-study. The long hours between spells have cooled the sinews a little too much to be beneficial. The tendons scream while the mind...
#memories
#travel
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The Bombay Bicycle Club
It's the Bombay bicycle club's monthly outing
Shall we be going then? Cheerio!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal.
And we're off!
Everyone stay together now!
Everyone form a que!
That's it, single file. Very good!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal
Spokes spinning, wheels rolling 'round and 'round.
Go Go Goa is a tropical dream.
A wonderful day at the beach.
This is Kipling's India.
It's a magical time.
Wire-rimmed glasses and perfect mustaches.
Men in boulder hats.
Women in wide-brim straw.
Ring! Ring! Passing on the...
Shall we be going then? Cheerio!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal.
And we're off!
Everyone stay together now!
Everyone form a que!
That's it, single file. Very good!
Ring! Ring! Pedal, pedal
Spokes spinning, wheels rolling 'round and 'round.
Go Go Goa is a tropical dream.
A wonderful day at the beach.
This is Kipling's India.
It's a magical time.
Wire-rimmed glasses and perfect mustaches.
Men in boulder hats.
Women in wide-brim straw.
Ring! Ring! Passing on the...
#dreams
#beach
#summer
#holiday
#travel
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Step on the Gas
Juiced up from the heat of plutonium
creating its own power supply,
far past the heliosphere of our sun
Voyager-One speeds on to alien skies...
Launched from Florida's cape Canaveral
way back in nineteen seventy-seven,
fifteen billion miles past but still local
they've not yet reached those high gates of heaven...
More than thirty-eight thousand miles an hour
at that speed twenty thousand years will pass,
before it nears the star Alpha Centauri
unless it can somehow step on the...
creating its own power supply,
far past the heliosphere of our sun
Voyager-One speeds on to alien skies...
Launched from Florida's cape Canaveral
way back in nineteen seventy-seven,
fifteen billion miles past but still local
they've not yet reached those high gates of heaven...
More than thirty-eight thousand miles an hour
at that speed twenty thousand years will pass,
before it nears the star Alpha Centauri
unless it can somehow step on the...
#science
#rhyming
#travel
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Travel