The Lone Traveller

I travel the world in metal birds
Wings roaring fire and steam
Lift me high above the clouds
And when I land in some place far away
I ask myself if it is night or day
My heart eclipsed by neon lights
Luring strangers passing by
I claim a vacant room and call it home,
– (For now).
I see the sunlight
Bursting through the hotel curtains
But never seem to have the time
To step inside the sun
And as the world slowly burns itself to sleep
I know my place among the stars
Drifting in my thoughts
To where it’s cold and gray
That solitude of foreign land
That never seems enough
To make you stay
Yet is enough to make you hopeful
For just another day

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The Circus Performer: Ethos of a Wandering Clown

What awaits us then?
Dunes of sand
Never-ending journeys
In distant lands, exotic
With languages idiotic
Songs we’ve never heard
Imaginary kingdoms below a tent
With colored dances throughout the night
Lighting up horizons with their flare
And as the time approaches for our cue
We melt inside a loosely knit parade

Why are we afraid of not knowing?
When fear is but another avenue of adventure
A line to walk without a net to fall upon
A rope released to fly across the room
And right before you reach the safety point
The wisdom of the world shines right upon you
You realize
The price tags of today lose value
And all that is around you seems to glow

Why are we afraid?
To venture forward in this world
To give ourselves to something larger
To fuse ourselves with magical delight
And free ourselves, just like a wandering bird
Living off what the day provides
Taking shelter when it rains
Jugglers, jesters, lion tamers
No expectation, no anticipation
Just faith
Everlasting, eternal, steadfast
And never budging faith

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Character: 48/100

The Popstar: Karaoke of Defeat

I sing for all of them to hear
But no one really seems to understand
A loving panther calling for her cubs
While the whole jungle sits aside in fear

As all the world is dancing to my beats
I’m scratching at my ears for it to stop
Deep down inside I feel so out of tune
But on the outside all I do is shine
Just like a supernova for a while
I blow their minds and afterwards implode
Into the catacombs of yesterday
Until the very reason I exist
Is for their smiles and cameras to stay

I’m born a perfect being that I know
But cursed with knowledge really seems to hurt
I cannot find the truth between the lines
And so my life is nothing but a song
It’s pleasant when you hear it for sometime
But I’m obliged to hear  it on repeat
The karaoke of my own defeat

And everyday I run away
I curl inside my bathtub all alone
I let the water fall just like the rain
The paparazzi cannot find me here
My tears are hidden by the drops
My hair is wet
My fragile toes are feeling cold
The water plays its sweetest songs
A symphony of silent tears
I fall asleep
I wish the world could hear me now
Although I’m naked and exposed
Only the drops can make them see
Beyond the face of sexuality

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Character: 47/100
Dedicated to A. G.