46

This paper lies blank white

just the title

46

It's not an emptiness of thought

but an unexplainable missing part

This paper lies blank white

just the title

46

46 days since you've been gone

I glance at my Kelly mark

and keep trekking on

This paper lies blank white

This paper lies

blank white

The sensation of your touch may be gone

but the desire grows strong

For this paper once was a tree

now it expresses the growth

of you and me

This paper once was a tree

it lies blank white

and expresses the growth

of you and me

The Space Man Once Said

i want to be an explorer of space, i want to feel the energy of other planets, i want to walk amongst their skin, i want to trek from one comet to the next as if i was crossing a river, i want to explore far off galaxies, i want to see our universe's twin sister from the cliff edge. what does the end look like when all we see is blackness?

Old Poetry

The Words of A Fisherman (All I Need)

Like a tortoise without its shell

Like no fire down in hell

Like a painter without his brush

Without a canvas filled with lush

Fantasies

Dreams

And memories

All left behind in the breeze

Life

Living what you want to be

All i need is me

My pole and the sea

Tree On Display

Red, white, and golds

All my memories unfold

My laughs, cries, and nerves sometimes

Bring a smile upon this tree

This tree

This tree

This tree

It has seen and seen

Oh whats this

Im falling

Im falling fast

My thoughts are black

My visions are white

Now with this strong wind

Like a huff

I realize im just growing up

            

                 Ghost

I've killed people, watched them die

over this thing so fable, they struggle to survive

i'm like the needle on a mosquito

But im here when there is something youve missed

Im here

I exist

Im here in your mind

Kneel before me and youll be fine

Like this ghost at sea

You just have to believe.

Human

Ask me where I live

         Around

Ask me how I live

         Like You

Ask me what I think

Ask me what I like

Ask me how I breathe

Ask me how I walk

Like a fallen stick among branches

    I'm still where I belong

Ask me what my name is

And soon, in time youll find

   I, name is Human

Day Dream

Look upon his stare

Ever wonder?

Look into his eyes

What do you see?

A man lost in time

A man lost within

A man thats just confused

Ever wonder?

If you asked

What would he say?

Would he answer?

Or would he not?

Maybe hes stuck

Stuck deep in a dream

A dream 

A dream not yet answered

Ever wonder?

Counting Satellites

Darkness falls

                        deep violet sky

                                                 silhouetted mountain tops

rushing water

                        beneath flat rocks,

                                                              I LAY.

Nature's breath

                          comforting scent

                                                       lays upon my neck

the touch

               twisted branches,

                                                           I BREATHE.

North star

                 my night light

                                         I counted satellites

hypnosis by morpheus

                                       cuddled,

                                                           I SLEEP

Fastened eyelids

                            nature's tranquility

                                                             against my back

enduring

               visions of beauty,

                                                       I DREAM.

Soft new sun

                     creeping mist

                                            fresh morning dew

nature's yawn

                        sigh of relief,

                                                      I AWAKE.

Nature's hand

                       is in my grasp

                                               fist full of grass

her touch

               soft against my lips,

                                                          I KISS.

The Real Goodbye

Goodbye all. Ill be sure to bring home a piece of nature. 

Some have asked, "why are you doing this"? I usually just answer with the easy, "because i want to, its fun", but tonight i will give a semi "real" answer.

Q: "Why you doing this?"

A: "well im looking for an experience thats out of this world. By "this world", I mean society, city life, people, the mundane.

Im looking for the magical world we see in "National Geographic" photographs. It's out there, and yes you can see it with your own eyes. Trust me, it's much better. I want to sleep on mountain tops, cliff edges, river beds, in caves, valleys, and even abandoned barns.  I want to wake up to a sunrise looking down upon earth from the clouds, seeing the beautiful colors our atmosphere produces as the sun rays bend towards us."

That is my semi answer. For follow ups with greater detail and more complete reasoning, come back and experience the journeys with me. Goodbye till next time.

-Tim

Walking With Nature

as my departure date approaches i check my gear one last time, run some final test and say goodbye to family and friends. They act as if im not coming back. But im sure ill be back.  Today i found the book ill be bringing with me on my trip. Its called "Planet Walker". Its about a guy who, after an oil spill in the early 70's, decided to abandon motorized vehicles and walk everywhere. Shortly after that he took a vow of silence. He remained silent for 17 years and walked the planet for 22 years. He started in California walked North to Washington then east to Mass from there he sailed to south america where he walked all the way to the southern most tip. He calls it a pilgrimage.

I wouldnt call my trip a pilgrimage, but id say its a practice/test for my future plans for a greater trip, one so great that it could be called a pilgrimage.  My body will be tested on this trip considering im having issues with my knee, but the knee wont be the problem.  The greater test will be my mental strength, will i have the mental power to keep going even if the knee wants no more? My drive will be to see the next horizon, the next mountain top, the next stream, lake, valley, town. All this will be photographed and written about, and upon my return i hope to share all this with u.  Enjoy the month of july for i will see u all again in August. 

Singing off,

Tim

Robot 78S-285 (F for M 18-25)