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My name is Travis Morgan.

Welcome to my online portfolio. Here you will find a variety of my works including art, music, and poetry.
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Locomotive Mind

I’m exhausted,
by these bullet train thoughts.
This relentless race track mind,
blurring everything in its path.

Questioning, examining, calculating
the world, in search of what?
Answers…
unreachable in their constant motion.

I’m tired of interrogating,
translating thoughts and emotion
into meaning, leaving my head dizzy
busy as blenders whirling blades.

Imagination gone wild,
compiled in never-ending reflections
of passenger trains locomotion,
carrying me to my grave.

Recycled Bones

My poems,
extensions of your own,
may not seem directly related,
in which they are shown.

Bone fragments recycled,
rearranged, and sold.
Inspired through life,
old words retold.

Rolled into one,
none are without tales,
of you and I, and
the birds and the whales.

Sails of the pen,
through ink at hand,
expands to blank sheets
and reheats used sand

Flip Flop Free

Flip Flop Free Poem

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If one were to ask me... What are you doing right now? Where are you from? Where are you going? I would have to answer... I am in-between coming and going.
As we age, do our bodies absorb and accumulate the scents from our lives? When we are ripe, grandmas and grandpas, do we reek of experience?
Expect nothing. And don't even expect that.
In order to write, sometimes, we must forget words.

Slain Brain

That’s an itch,
and this a scratch.
Or are they the same,
perfectly matched?

Minds attached
to a switch,
“Off and On”
a distinctive glitch.

Pitch me a fork,
cork and spoon.
Utensils we use
under one moon.

Tune your piano
to the rain.
Gain your freedom
from slain brain.