Road of life
Time is passing
the circle is shrinking
road is gloomy
traveler is muddled
sounds like dirges
sight of casket
randomizes the mind
the soul seems incomplete
traveler feels hollow
standing up with a will
efforts ending in smoke
rides, insane
traveler is fedup
ball keeps rolling
gets bigger and bigger on its way
isolation gave nothing but tears
poem by Syed Muhammad Furqan
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Universal Traveler
Universal Traveler - Air
(Talkie Walkie; Trans. by Tish)
I know so many
Places in the world
I follow the sun
In my silver plane
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
If you have a look
Outside on the sea
Everything is white
It's so wonderful
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
I met so many
People in my life
I've got many friends
Who can care for me
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Trust fills everywhere ?
And tomorrow
Is a brand new day
Let's go somewhere else
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
song performed by by Air
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Unknown Traveler
(Music: DirkschneiderKaufmannGianola - Words: DirkschneiderKaufmann)
I've passed the lonely gates of Babylon
I've touched the ancient pyramids
I've seen the golden face of Taj Mahal
I've felt the sea of Atlantis
I've counted bricks along the China Wall
I've rode the Slopes Of Kathmandu
I've tasted all the rocks of Everest
To the mountains of the moon
I've seen it all
Through time and matter
No more retreat and no more defeat
So hear the call
The final battle
I'm under attack - I want to come back
I am the unknown traveler - always on the move
I am the unknown traveler
I am the unknown traveler - always on the move
I am the unknown traveler
I've joined the table back in Camelot
Looked for the wood for Merlin's wand
I've traveled places I've been everywhere
I've traveled times so on and on
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
song performed by by U. D. O.
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A Dream As A Traveller
I have a beautiful dream,
A dream As a lone traveler,
For being a lonely traveler
To see many beautiful places,
To see many beautiful scenery,
To see lakes, rivers, ocean and mountains.
Travelling is my Passion,
To experience other country's culture,
food and traditions
To meet beautiful and friendly people,
To make friends around,
Just Like you and me
Travelling is my life
Just Love the travel freedom
To see the world alone
As back packer
Dream of a traveler
To write and share my travelling story
As a lone traveler.
To travel around the world
To go to the most remote places on earth
Give me the best excitement and amazement
Good for my soul and life experience.
14 March 2012
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Armadillo Streets
The dust has just begun to settle
Forming crop circles in the carpet
Oil marks kiss the walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
Spin me around one last time
Disappear with the walking sun
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you pack your things
Vagabond shoes have lead you nowhere
But further away from home
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you turn to leave
Just a tumbleweed blowing aimlessly
Along armadillo streets
Count the days as they barely move
Denying you didn't stop you from coming
Consumed under the trance of the moon
Enter Casanova
As ransom notes fall from your lips
Lies espoused, digested through a hungry mouth
Defense falls paper thin, until
I loose all inhibitions
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you pack your things
Vagabond shoes have lead you nowhere
But further away from home
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you turn to leave
Just a tumbleweed blowing aimlessly
Along armadillo streets
The residue of another late nate rendevous
Greets me with the morning light
Half smoked cigarettes, a bottle of gin
A post card signed, 'See you next time'
I trace your silohette into the heels of your mirage
But I never did plan to understand
What happened after dark
Look down that road lonely traveler
Before you turn to leave
Just a tumbleweed blowing aimlessly
Along armadillo streets
poem by Kay Gardner
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Traveler
Traveler, Traveler
You've always been travelling forward
When do you come home
He says, I walk around the earth
after a loop
I'll be home
poem by Zhiqing Wei
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To M.L. Lozinsky
I feel the undefeated fear,
In presence of the misty heights;
I'm glad that swallows fly here
And I enjoy the belfry's flight!
The ancient traveler is going, I suppose,
Above the gulf on bending footway's planks,
The snow ball continues in its growth,
And great eternity on clocks of stone strikes.
But I am not that traveler at all,
That flashes on the dry and faded leaves,
And really in me the sadness calls;
Indeed, the avalanche among the highlands lives!
A ring of bells my own soul fills -
But music cannot save from devastating falls!
poem by Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Lavender Bassman
Listen to my bassman, he is lavender
His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her
Listen to the sounds hes giving
As he is living
True to lavender
Listen to the things my friend is saying now
A poetry of notes as he is playing now, playing now
Listen to the tales hes telling
Magic bass compelling
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
His fingerboards a highway, hes a traveler, traveler
Listen to his fingers making music
Hear his soul embarking
Lavender
Listen to my bass man, he is lavender
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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A Traveler's Petite Secret
I'm a traveler
I travel around the globe
With my sociable outlook
And designer garments
With my body concealed
My affectionate heart wishes
I'm a traveler
I travel around the globe
With my sociable outlook
I lock my heart in the refrigerate
This cost me worth the dollar
Just because I don't desire
My heart stolen by a stranger ….
I'm a traveler
I travel around the globe
With my sociable outlook
A stranger turns into a buddy
I chit chat my petite secret
Slight I didn't sense his spirit
Unlocked my heart from the refrigerate
And make me feel affection for him.
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Maybe The Traveler
The soul left here to
Wander…
Through all, darken hall
Ways seem to reign in
Salty waters trances
Black pearls, lace, filled
The way of the traveler
As he descend..
False dreams, hope of
Tomorrow day,
Traveling through the
Hollow cave space,
Travelers haunted by
This obscure route,
Pondering round to find
Their way..
Before the tide of sadness
Deny all beautiful dreams
Spill all forms of hope,
To wander through such
Beautiful fantasy,
But that of,
Black lace, pearls top the
Mountain peak..
The water murmuring as
Sad waters briskly run..
Where know man could
Travel..
The salty tears just drip
Till all airway spaces
Trapped..
As the sad waters
Run..
The soul left here to
Wander…
As creatures of the
Night,
To say good-bye to
A world without a
Dream,
Nor hope,
Neither light, nor beauty
The traveler sad lonely,
Dare not to ponder..
As he travel through the
Cave,
Hollow black spaces,
poem by Carolyn Sears
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New Mexico Welcome
New
to this Land of Enchantment state of mind?
Well, welcome home,
weary traveler, welcome home!
Here’s to feeling strange and wonderful –
Welcome home!
Here’s to feeling bewildered and happy –
Welcome home!
Here’s to feeling unlike you’ve ever felt before
Welcome home, welcome home, welcome home!
& here’s to nothing but beauty
Welcome home, I say, welcome home!
& here’s to surrounded by nature
Welcome home, yes, again, welcome home!
For New Mexico is my most
welcome home,
the one I have sought all my life
And now that YOU’RE here,
you’ll understand in a heartbeat -
Welcome home,
Welcome home,
Dear traveler
welcome home!
(2006, Taos Valley, New Mexico)
poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
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Lonely Is The Word
Lonely is the word
Its a long way to nowhere
And Im leaving very soon
On the way we pass so close
To the back side of the moon
Hey join the traveler if you got nowhere to go
Hang your head and take my hand
Its the only road I know
Oh! lonely is the word, yeah yeah yeah!
Ive been higher than stardust
Ive been seen upon the sun
I used to count in millions then
But now I only count in one
Come on, join the traveler
If you got nowhere to go
Hang your head and take my hand
Its the only road I know
Yeah, lonely is the word
Got to be the saddest song I ever heard
Yeah, lonely is the name
Maybe lifes a loosing game...
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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To Whom; It May The Wind Blows You
I saw the drunken man on the 16th street
used the dark red raincoat
He was drunk without a head
(but) riding his heart
Walk into Glen-arm
Blinded his words
There was no wind blows
But the words always stuck in an old Oak tree
(from) A distant land
The pieces of memories
Powerless into sound pieces are now
in the country that everyone should speak
Even to speak on his own
In the wind, even in passing by people
who do not know
I see the drunken man,
sitting in a pushed wheelchair
grumbling about love
It's not belong to the wind but
to whom I will never know
I am just a traveler, traveler
who recorded all not by malice
I promised the cool breeze of the mountain
(16th Street Denver,21 Oct 2010)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Four Lyrics from Dunhuang
Tune: “Eternal Longing”
1.
He was a traveler west of the river,
with wealth and eminence rare in this world.
All day long in vermilion towers
...dancing and singing songs.
The cup filled again and again, till he's drunk as mud;
lightly, lightly trading golden goblets,
wearing out the day tasting joys, pursuing pleasures—
Some people are rich and never go home.
2.
He was a traveler west of the river;
only he knew how lonely he was,
dust and dirt covering his face,
all day long being cheated by others.
Morning after morning standing by the west gate of the market,
the wind blowing the tears that came down in two streams,
gazing toward his native land so many roads away—
Some people are poor and never go home.
3.
He was a traveler west of the river,
then he took sick, lay an inch away from death.
Still he stayed on, looking for news,
though as time went by it seemed he'd have to depart.
The villagers dragged him to the west side of the road—
his father and mother knew nothing about it—
tied a tag on his body with his name written on it—
Some people die and never go home.
Tune: “Magpie on the Branch”
4.
I can't stand the wily magpie and all his extravagant stories!
He brings me good news, but what proof does he ever have?
One of these times when he flies by, I'll grab him, capture him live,
shut him up in a golden cage to put a stop to his chatter!
With the best of intentions I went to her, delivered my good news—
who'd have thought she'd shut me up in a golden cage?
I only hope her soldiering husband comes home soon
so she'll lift me up, turn me loose to head for the blue clouds!
poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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The road doesn't tell the traveler what lies ahead.
Care for everyone
How sad to feel when some one is in pain?
How is that you are thirsty even in rain?
Can you think of remorse when find good efforts in drain?
Did you ever experience the shock when some one lay as stained?
This is sad state of mind one noble person feels
He is on constant move and uses no wheels
Yet he has everything to feel happy
The peace and enjoyment is given by him to many
Where is the time left for him to worry?
At no stage he may have to feel sorry
As things may move on with his constant move
It is always open and there is nothing to prove
It is irony of fact that person suffers at the end
He has no close circle to claim even as friend
He is for everyone but no one is for him
He has no one along with him to swim
Life is not dear yet precious
His efforts are ceaseless and continuous
He is lone traveler with a noble mission
Nothing to worry but to go ahead without confusion
That is how you evaluate the scene
Happiness is always seen
You have no time to think of your own
Pain is stored inside and is well-known
You are not alone but suffer from loneliness
No one may notice it on your face
But it is for certain that you have chosen the sufferings
You have all the ideals and wants to live as good human being
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is set,
And the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see where to go
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
poem by Jane Taylor
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Highway
When the engraven lines
Of the 'highway '
See you....
War against the whirl.
In the rolling 'tires '.
Among the living
You are a traveler.
Let praise work be said,
Be strong in your journy.
The sun shines to the blind.
poem by Howard Johnson
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God's Christmas Tree
The traveler told me,
That He had walked far.
And He knew,
He had not much father to go,
Than He asked me,
Did I see the Christmas tree,
With a bright star,
covered in blankets of snow,
Fighting for life,
against nature and man's war.
Needing to find peace for the soul,
Touched by a angel's tear.
Standing alone out in the cold.
Once there was a little Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
Covered with soft blankets of snow,
every year,
The little tree would grow.
Sometime someone would come along.
Leaving footprints in the falling snow,
When they are far from home,
Somewhere out in the cold.
They could see the star on the tree,
Covered with soft blankets of snow.
The little Christmas tree seems to glow.
Decorated By God's hand.
A gift for every man.
A soft light,
in the dark night,
Offering peace for the soul.
See God's Christmas tree,
Adorned with a heavenly star,
A reminder of love,
A star from above,
For the world to see.
God's Christmas tree.
He didn't choose the tallest.
tree in the forest.
He saw that little tree stand alone.
A place where the soul can rest,
While the traveler walks home.
Did you see?
God's Christmas tree.
poem by Judy Arline Puckett
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It has never been, and never will be easy work! But the road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.
quote by Marion Zimmer Bradley
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The Guru...
An individual loved to travel,
A traveler, a sack, cigarettes, shoes and tracker denim,
Moved down his alley,
Smooth, rough, tough, dirty road,
Walked, stepped and climbed on and on,
Green grass swayed with subtle flow of wind
Birds chirped with nature's symphony,
Overcast atmosphere, just made it perfect,
Tipper-tapper rain drops, were yet to meet mother earth,
It seemed everyone awaited hilarious fusion of mud and water,
Then what about the traveler,
Huh, he was irritated since he was unable to light a cigarette,
How fool he was not to enjoy what he could have,
But little way ahead, he saw a monkey enjoying his play on the branches,
Truth be told, "The Nature is a Great Guru",
Cigarette met the ground,
The freelancer got a way out of his depression,
A nature can do what it takes,
Just what a perfect eye can make…
poem by Vikrant Jog
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