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syncopation Oct 2018
You constructed paper walls
Of intricate structures infinitely tall

It’s probably the silliest thing of all
Don’t you know that paper will fall?
syncopation Oct 2018
Could we have seen it coming.
A slow trainwreck running
Its course veering at the margins
Treading away from its origin.

Had we missed all the signs.
Or did we intentionally not see
What was the inevitable, what was to be.
syncopation Oct 2018
That’s what it felt like when we lost you
To the complex maze that became your truth.
A self-enlightened mind
Impermeable to light, to touch, to time.
An inner sanctum of make-believe so outrageous, so utterly unbelievable
Made of illogical truths only you sought achievable.

What led you to this I can only hazard a guess
Was it divorce, insecurity, a lifetime feeling like you were less.
Why has it come out now when time has already been the test
Was it the lack of medication, a lack of rest.

My brother you are wounded.
Your mind an open sore.
Rest your weary soul.
Torture and pain no more.
syncopation Oct 2018
Keeping you as my secret
As though the world unknowing
Is infinitely empowering
Like the Mona Lisa smiling
Her gaze perpetrating
Knowing thoughts discerning
Never disclosing yet ever imparting
Secrets untelling
Keeping you guessing and searching
For an inevitable unveiling
Yearning unabating
syncopation Oct 2018
If you believe life has a way
Of telling you what it wants to say
Without having you ask or listen very hard
You may have unlocked its secrets, seen its cards

Because sometimes I find life will get what it wants you do to
But don’t get me wrong, it listens too

Wishes you may have wished hard and long
Has been distilled into its ear as a song
And sometimes its melody will playback to you
In ways you never expected it to

But hear it you will,
the lyrics now different but still
Fills your Soul
with the same familiar glow

And that’s when you know.  

Life has a way
of telling you things that you hadn’t expected it to say
But things that are supposed to be at the end of the day.
syncopation Oct 2018
As the days roll into nights
And the nights back into days
It’s just too easy to have time slip away.

But just as the rivers into the seas flow
For this we have but little control

And as we get older for some reason
Time seems to move faster

But that is a misperception you see
For it is when we have little left it becomes as clear as can be

Just as an hourglass drains
At first imperceptibly slow
Until the final sands of time begin to show
By then like a whirlpool
It seems to succumb to gravity’s pull

Where did the time go
Will we ever know.
syncopation Jun 2018
Or just creative imagination
Is it a fine line
Drawn in the sand of the sublime

What I see in my mind’s eye
Must be a reminder of simpler times
Before clinical disparity between the two
Was a widening gap that grew
Beyond the realms of just how do I do

But into a more critical territory
As to whether I would be a threat to society
A threat I am not that I am sure
But clinical trials have been introduced to the poor

Chemicals, medicines, therapy for the mind
I’m sure my condition has been treated many times

For big pharma they need reasons to be
Listed on the NYSE
Yearly targets they have and they must narrow my soul
And fit it on their platter of explainable goals
Boardmembers, shareholders, profiteers alike
They need my condition to reach dizzying heights

Well they have done it, they have achieved
A society of those who are aggrieved
To find out in despair
That what was once light is now nobody’s care
Except for those who’e pockets are lined
With people like me, who are apparently out of their mind
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