#synchronization
It is what it is.
If you don’t try to persist
and seek the essential,
you are protected.
Too many patterns
in the mind to analyze.
If you go straight,
you are untouched,
but if you turn the page…
Everything will change,
the scorched material
waking up to convert its shape.
The definitions are trembling
Nothing is the same.
The eyes hunt the words,
never spoken before
in the large boiling cauldron
of speculation.
You can’t guess
which role in the show
will be assigned
if you step beyond
fixed synchronization,
but does it matter if you’re
on the next page?
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
Tonight
out west,
above and locked inside a transparent captivity of clouds
sank a sleeping and almost completely burnt sun
I watched this fire, fall into your townlet
with a hopeful feeling of synchronization
Could have been the direction
my eyes out cast
giving cause to this overdue emotion
to be spoken
Or
my ability to place
your human wonder
at the center of any setting
without borders
On your legs
crossed over lap
poetry pad
accompanied by the Ticonderoga
you write with
Not forgetting to mention
A perfect pile of tossed up hair
half fallen
the other locked in a clip
And of course a pair of dreamed about eyes
watching simultaneously with mine
into the skies
of where we might both see
patiently
the day close out
turning grey light haze for when night time comes around
to give all the crowd under it
a soothe
Where yawning is allowed
Leading us to a bed
to sleep away this now downhill day
for some shut eye
drop out
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:50 PM UTC
She always seemed so synchronized,
To the thoughts that crossed his brain.
Picking up her feet to dance,
To distract him from the pain.
She kissed his worried temples,
Wiped his tears away like rain.
All the while still syncing with the
Thoughts inside his brain.
He wondered why she danced there,
And focused on his thought's.
"Maiden don't you think that there
is something you've forgot?
You spend worry on my brain waves,
you dance around and sing.
But don't you forget fair maiden,
that your thoughts can also ring."
She stood a while and faced him,
and focused on her thoughts.
"No my dear it's clear that you
are something I am not.
Your thoughts they never linger,
they come and then they go
And unlike me the bad ones
never stay and never grow
So yes, I'll dance about you,
and I'll kiss your temples pink.
And dance about you daily,
just to hear the thought's you think."
(i.r.)
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC