"synchronicities" poems
Instant messages from the multiverse
Rhyming verses of deliverance
A four-line limerick
Spoken with just an utterance.
Words I needed to hear
Words spoken so casually, when
I am so unnaturally, irrationally
Unsure of anything
Instant messages from the multiverse
I need to emphasize
Some are heavy, some are light
Some come like thieves in the night
Some come so unexpectedly
I hope they treat me gently
Whatever their intent be
My emotions are raw
Or is it just a slow thaw
I really don’t know, but
I’m wise to their game
I’m not a fool for their pain
Not addicted to the synchronicities
And don’t take it personally
Still
How do they know
Just what to say
How do they know?
Just the same
I’m wise to their game.
I’m a gypsy telling fortunes
I’m a seer telling lies, but
Nobody, no nobody
Knows what I see in your eyes
When my need for you is more than I can bear
I turn on the radio, just to hear
Instant messages from the multiverse
Only I was meant to hear
Conducting the orchestra with an uncanny flair
I tune to your frequency to always keep you near
And fast forward when they’re saying something,
I don’t want to hear.
I’m wise to their games
This love path is not for the meek
A game of hide and seek
Isn’t there some other way
A formula, a technique
It is in this way
That I get through the day
And that medley of love songs
Well, they’re just foreplay.
Are we on the same frequency?
Creating beautiful melodies.
A symphony of many notes
Half notes, whole notes
Blue notes too.
Don’t ever lose the love notes sent from me to you
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
She said:
There have been a ridiculous amount of synchronicities:
I realise now how much I am in your ocean.
I said:
My dear, then not a drop of dark tincture cast in these clear waters in which we swim,
a vast sea in which no matter at what end you lie,
I feel you in the very reverberations of the molecules around me -
the slightest tremor!
And must turn in your direction and with blind eyes penetrate the depth searching for your form,
and begin the journey to find you and at last embrace you with every ion of my Being...
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
Glitterati Gangsters gaze
with commanding stares
and broken plates glass blown and open gates
There she sits eyes
all holding
all knowing
synchronicities shatter the scene
Sparkling
each blink initiates a flood of flaming diamonds
that lash out like hot irons
Eyes like this entice and take
Each blink unlocks a new mystery
as she grinds resistance in her teeth
Igniting my lust
Sparkling
each blink creates a dawning sun
Her gaze inflames ten thousand ways
She wields sparkle
like madmen spray sarin
With sparkling abandon
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 8:11 AM UTC
Makin' moves
Creating grooves
Syncing to the synchronicities
The Universal mood.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
See you in the synchronicities
...That's wishful thinking
Get to know my idiosyncrasies
There's something about the unexpected
That we always anticipate
Or how you always introduce yourself
Like I could forget your presence
It stuck with me
like the taste of your perfume
A savorous ghost
after you left the room
...Then my senses brought me back
To just a moment ago
Laced in your pheromones
When you left me trembling
Meet me on the astral plane
After we strip down to vibrations tonight
We'll build a world outside of our minds
A happenstance rendezvous
Your subconscious or mine?
We'll wake up on the shores
of Black Sandy Beaches
Where I vicariously hunted you my dear
through songs of another
Do you hear me in your headphones?
Passed the music
A subliminal soul
Telepathically delivering you the words
I cannot say to your face
...To the one that I write about.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
We watch the perpetual war in the sky
The vivid colors of the gods
Bleeding before the mountains
A sultry foreshadow of nightfalls' catastrophe
He waits for the Suns' demise
Under the Gemini Moon
My Twin Legs split open
Wolves echo in synchronicities of
Madness
In the morning I call for Zeus
God of Thunder
Crack the earth open
Let my lovers fall to the underworld of your brothers
Wash the scents of greed from my hair
And the hyrogliphic bite marks from my thighs
Or bare my soul to wind
Starvation and feast
It all tastes like love
under the Yellowstone moon.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
i feel what i feel
with such depth and aching despair
my chest is caving in
at times; i am filled with water
i'm a finely tuned banjo
in a sea of horned instruments
and no one wants to play me
or open me up
i'm so closed up
but on days when the mania is gone,
the depression isn't so bad anymore
i have my lovers and
the pills i eat with dinner
work
i'm swallowing down my pride
paying attention and trying to decide
where i can hide my nervous sighs
when i'm in a room of people
and still feel alone
i needed a break
i don't know how to find that
exactly
without the dependence
of chemicals
i am pursuing a lighter path
will it impress you?
my muscles ache
my heart aches
my brain... it aches
finding a way to end a poem
when you're still sad
is the hardest part
of trying to cope
positively
i can't end here either
because then anxiety swoops in
like a hawk
or some other bird she named
when we were under the trees
i'm swimming in a pool
of bad nostalgia
and beautiful synchronicities
i'm so sick of
the ups and downs
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Bought a painting of Jaden Smith,
now wait before you diss,
give me a second to explain,
there’s a story that goes along with it,
see he had a show in LA,
and of course it was on the 7th,
3rd show of the tour,
and the tour was called Vision,
I hadn’t planned to go,
didn’t even know about the show,
until my brother Alpha told me about it,
and the cards aligned in a row,
see a few days before,
I’d backed my car into a wall,
and I had to take it to East LA,
to get it fixed in other words resolved,
now it just so happened,
that the day I took it to get fixed,
was the same day as Jaden’s show,
now that’s some Cosmicness,
see the show was downtown,
and I usually don’t go east of the 405,
but this time I did to get my car fixed,
and I asked a friend to pick me up because I couldn’t drive,
so she picked me up,
and then my other friend told me of an art show,
at a place called The Brewery,
and man how I love art shows,
so after dropping off the car,
and went to The Brewery,
where I bought some art,
because I like to collect future history,
now the girl that had picked me up,
was having a rough day,
because her brother had died 6 months earlier,
and today was his birthday,
so she had to leave,
and go to the beach,
and I stayed behind,
to let her have some peace,
and as it so happened,
there was another anniversary at a gallery called The Hive,
I told you the cards were in a row,
and of course the stars were aligned,
so I went to the next art gallery,
got a ride there from a beautiful Polish chic,
bought some more art at there as well,
I guess I am what a Collector is,
then it just so happened,
that I was walking distance from Jaden’s show,
so I walked through downtown,
until I arrived at The Novo,
now I didn’t have a ticket,
and the show as sold out,
but I found a side door,
and it opened right up,
I went inside,
and got with the vibes,
man that kid Jaden,
knows how to get the crowd hyped,
during the show,
I kept seeing someone in the front row,
try to hand Jaden a painting,
a painting of himself,
after the show,
I was thrown Jaden’s yellow bandana,
then I exited outside,
and away from the arena,
when I got to the exit,
I saw the kid with the painting,
it had Jaden and Willow’s signature,
and as I said before I collect paintings,
so I bought it right then and there,
blame synchronicities,
so it’s not so much I seek out art,
as art comes to me,
all part of the vision,
of starting the Art Center in New Zealand,
where we can feel safe and socialize,
and remember what it was like when we still had feelings,
and all that I see now,
in this painting I have,
of Jaden Smith,
dressed as Batman,
bought a painting of Jaden Smith,
now wait before you diss,
give me a second to explain,
there’s a story that goes along with it…
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
Silver Bullet Synchronicities, Literally, Layer into my Space a Perfect Union of Oblivion
The Ying, to The Yang, Baby....
Micro to Macro, Anomalous Events Don't quite Strike Me as anything Other than Normality in and of Different Scale
A For Instance
To my Eyes, the Sequoya Tree Appears to Tower, the Highest of the High
While our beloved Earth Teachers....The Ant....Grounded above and below the Mother Clay,
Will Look at Me as a Colossal Mammalian largely Trembling the World with Weight Infinite
To the Point
Perspective is simply a specific view, an angled ray of Light, Thus Strikes the Object in it's Own Precise Uniqueness
Note of Importance
If only One ray strikes angled Light, One angle of Light just won't Suffice....Every Perspective must be Offering of It's Own Accord, thus Strikes the Creation True....
Wholeness is Truth
Truth is Coherence
Coherence is Smooth and Steady
Do I know if I'll be Ready?....Not Really
This I Do Know
All Matter is full of Wholes of Space, NOT EMPTY, but Full of Life, Feeding the Flow into Motion, Flowing the Motion of Inert Mass, Spinning the Soul to Life, Spinning into Infinite Bliss
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT
Some will make Life into Art with Dance
To Live Life at the Threshold, DANCE Your DREAMS into LIFE
Everyday and Every Night....DANCE
DANCE
DANCE
Bless You.....Bless Me...Bless Us All
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
A life in Ruins, a hurt far wide
alone and alienated from the world
a fairy tale lost of all imagination
made the hurt open wide ...
Inside this life
I close my yes I live to tell
with dreams cluttered and whirled
people change I can't wait for them
TO TELL ...
I can't explain if your listening
lock up in silence a living hell
a loving hand that saved me
you step across my threshold
how could you I cry ...
The Angels sing to me like the wind.
throughout the trees, with echoes of
thundering walls, my mind is blank
of all synchronicities, I can't explain
only if your listening ....
A brave new world awaits for me
under its spell, waits for me to explore
if only I take can a leap of faith
and unmask my veil of shadows
masked by the moon, it's way to soon
PLEASE DON'T tell ...
You stepped across my threshold
one last time ...
Debbie Brooks 2014
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
I am the ocean's deepest watery depths...
Come ashore.
Disguised as mortal footsteps
to explore,
to explore the Cosmic synchronicities
of the elusive quantum forever more.
I am the Cosmic Breaths of Forever.
waiting to tread on the literary pages of destiny's forever shores.
(C) copyrighted
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
I have always thought I walked alone
down lifes winding path
But, something has opened my eyes
and made me rethink the universal math
Why is it when I need someone
they always seem to know?
A phone call, a message,
just letting me know I'm not alone
What made that person reach out to me ,
just out of blue?
and then it dawns on me
the reason is you
You reach out in very subtle ways
to let us know your there
Something as simple as a need to call
to let someone know we care
It's actually you compelling us
putting the thought in our mind
I realize I am not alone
and that you,our creator is kind
Thank you for quencidences
for lightbulb thoughts,
and those near misses.
Thank you for synchronicities
Opening my mind and making me think
For opening my heart to your mysteries
Thank you for those lovely God Winks
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 9:07 AM UTC
Synchronicities coalescing
like an orchestral crescendo
bubbling up all at once
no longer guessing
no shorter waiting
the *** is boiling
moreover
I might
be synch
i
n
g
...
a pod
of killer whales
crash-splashing
quite a commotion
up, out, and back
down into the ocean
born into the storm like
a frightful forte
a front brake
endo
the
feathered
fickle angel
screams pianissimo
on tiptoes, reaching out
toward tomorrows
continuously
contagious incapacitation
tells me it straight like an arrow through time
like a taught fishing hook line
and sinker —
trying to figure out
your reason your rhyme
parsley, sage, rosemary and crime
please, let me in on your
pickled paradigm
a stormy sea, all your own,
decides for you, where
you're thrown.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
First kiss at the psych ward, strap me to the gurney
Deliver me from evil, tempt me eternally
Lucifer’s hellhound is space bound like my mentality- Venus.
To be great like em-inem I bet he has a big (rocket ship)
Alliteration, pronunciation like Smash Pan-
Alley where we used to fight about it.
Drinking king cans by the river
A blimp of a memory drifting endlessly
Listen to your voice emanate synchronicities
Haunting me vocally as I condemn myself to his servitude, I’m holy
Saint of the church like Mother Theresa, pray with my rosary
For forgiveness.
Undress me slowly, ripe for the picking
A flower blooming seductively under duress of the past atrocities committed upon me
by trauma
I own that **** I’m a sinner.
Repentance for misdirected animosity
Be who you are
And love endlessly.
©rhetoricalcuriosity
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 4:18 PM UTC
The heated metal from the kettle steams the rebel in me. The panic planted will vanish after a mindful pouring of tea. Lets replace our hazardous waste with a serene moment of peace. Funny the way honey laced stardust grace tastes - bringing about a face to please.
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..
...
....
..... And release.....
....
...
..
.
All of the tension fear and grief.
Stop with the constant judging of self by day of week
Start seeing the Synchronicities in and out of dreams
Visualize&Recognize; how to be still like trees,
Mighty yet stay playing with the rain and the breeze
Understand there is growth in what has been deemed defeat.
So let's bloom with groovy tunes and ascend above the streets.
Zoom into the moon reflectIng light with ease
Thank you for all your time sharing the air to breathe.
Hearts connected to the rhythm where we are beautifully free~
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
The intuitive pushes and reassuring synchronicities have calmly, carefully come back to me; a gentle invitation for personal growth. With smooth tumbled aventurine and rose quartz held against my chest, I reap the rewards of universal, unconditional love, and abundant opportunity. Chosen through loving, intentional divination, I separated them from the other stones I cherish deeply, but do not need today. Once again I am reminded of the strength I carry within - that I am a soul with a body, not a body with a soul.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
She comes to me, my Guardian Angel
And I apprehend with my little heart shaped
tool of ken, the luminosity of the Source
Crashes through the aurora into the
Stratosphere and she is near here supposing
the infinite beginning
All over again
an integrity, bright white light
Without temperature, she says, “Yes,
You are a mortal immortal…”
she demonstrates her
torrid honor, dignity and warm
Fervor always available in her cosmic &
Iridescent timetable, her dispatch of
Provisions astonishes my worry,
I call her Miss
Instance immemorial,
She warns of the fans of death and the boon
cosmos encompassing the faithful
The synchronicities she broke apart
And mended, to inseminate the nick of
Time with God-seeds sown into my heart-
she gave me love engulfing time…
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
we had forgotten the ancestors, whose hope yet reached us
we had forgotten the generations, that invented our traditions
and, we had thought them simple, not understanding their wisdom
not appreciating their achievement, their gifts to us.
we shall greet the morning with a blessing
we shall enter into the opportunities of the day
and, we shall wonder at the synchronicities in our lives
neither believing or not believing, but open and noticing.
we shall consider in the quiet twilight who we have become
we shall consider the spiritual insights rooted in these places
and we shall anchor here, the silver threads of our understanding
not in their paradigms, but in our very own particular stories.
in these thin places we find many small sparks of the holy
in these thin places we regain some small part of ancient memories.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
Discerning wastes by the way we trace
Erasing bad tastes from our face
Til the internal happiness takes it's place
Fumbling habits were now laced with grace.
Brighter are the fires we chase
Eyes wider, the wildflowers are looking up
Vitamin d rush,
accompanied by the satisfaction
that happens with this chance to touch.
So many actions were taken to please,
but now we naturally seek necessity.
Loving everything endlessly
Catering to our specialties
Waking up inside our pleasant dreams.
Getting to see beyond the scenes, and understand why we can be so easily carried like leaves once free.
Narrating with speculation,
generating all you wanna be.
Accomplishing with mindful reminders to breathe.
Beauty is the beast, perceived in a different form.
What's truth honestly may not be the norm -
but we branch out like the mighty tree
& embrace the storm pouring soulful warmth.
So peace to you and yours.
Make great with the way you spend time having been reborn.
Adorn your temple, with any methods or colors you choose.
Show care for the confession hidden breathless in a bruise,
and be thankful for the light spectrum expression
highlighting time to still choose.
With that awareness comes the space ready to take in the lessons and Synchronicities we are blessed with.
I know I've made a mess of this, testing abilities to clean.
Release disharmony and leftover negative energy streams.
Just need room to be, fly swirling within serenity.
Faith suddenly gleams over the horizon, "Hi Son"
"Hi Sun. I see you glowing keeping everything flowing.
Knowing you're watching over me feels healthier
than taking potion.
Thank you for letting me be at ease with my uncertainty.
Clouds part, allowing light right through, perfectly
Learning to lessen the level of fear
by looking at self by way of Mirrors,
reflecting back at different angles with messages so moving.
Here we are, allllright, and all one.
Hands in the shared air, have fun, no need to run.
Prepare to open to a sea of signs that will stun.
Soak in love of present feeling, heart in sync with mother earth.
I must say I'm very gracious to have been acquainted with life in this corner of the youniverse.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
I am the dead walking.
The skeletons before
and behind me
Threaten and curse.
I don't move as smoothly
As I did once.
My body has been picked
Clean by the lies
I have told.
Self destruction is my forte.
The skeleton
Of my future
Sheds it's skin,
Moth shaped fragments
Flutter away
Carrying all promises of
Redemption and happiness.
Each false word
Sprays poison on my
Tongue
As it leaves my mouth.
The skeleton
Of my past
Crawls along with one hand,
Dragging your hurt soul
Chained to its ankle.
It wants to let go.
But the key has sunken
To the bottom of
A well,
Flooded with my various
Evil synchronicities.
I am hatred personified.
I am a liar and a good one.
Not even your undeserving,
Kindhearted,
Beautiful soul
Was safe from the
Rattle of my tall tales
And the sharp pain
Of bone
Through soft, innocent
Flesh.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
A differential equation really tells me that reality can be examined by as many factors with as many changes over as many dimensions as imaginable.
And that orthogonality, tangency, surface area, and volume are basic orienting points, along with rates of change, and that I can transfer this data into a set that is much like a map.
However, it tells me only of concept and not the world, or only basic geometry of the world.
It tells me a lot about space and the symbols and numbers that represent such concepts.
Yet language tells me of my mind, and this math only points out that any change, volume, space, or objects in a dream can be seen with numbers and symbols - that spaces can be exact.
Which may say something about the future, but it can never tell me of the afterlife.
And that spirit/soul even in my materialistic theory means very little when confronted with a new universe.
If I go to another universe, universe B, from this universe A, then even with the transposing of *** and evil into companionship and innocence, in my understanding, these two changes would make the rest of the universe differ greatly.
Thus, the thought of the afterlife will always empty my mind of this universe, leaving me with no real full knowledge of life as I have yet to even use my senses in the next one.
I then always return humble while the atheist considers this universe to be eternal already, without prediction to experience anything greater than its synchronicities.
I have to give them a hand as I imagine this universe overfills them and are forced to deny the spirit rising beyond our cosmos, but rather affirm the spirit that is the totality of this one.
It sets no stage for memories, unfinished karmas, or meeting with the peoples of history.
Therefore, it places a great significance on today, a great significance on love that exists now, and a great significance on the works our forefathers left us.
I would say that this is superior for creating a sense of progress, a sentimentality for others, and a need to experience an openness with all this universe.
Above all else to check off everything on my bucket list.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
There is a plan
for you here
Spirit born beauty
Created just for you
All the fantastic
All the strange
Synchronicities
Fashioned
For you to
Be here now
Many miracles,
Coincide
For this
Cosmic joyride
To spill life
Into your unique
Skin and eyes
Through all the
Many
Joys and pains
Always, but always
Know that you are
A perfect color
You are needed here
This is your world
Your fight
Do not deny us
your unseen beauty
And life
You must believe
Please don't cry
Now Take my hand
And let's try this
Again
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
synchronicities
are the starlights
to show the way
i once knew why
i came here
don't know
if i'll stay
the moon
is pouring
down
fills me up
eyes are open
looking for
answers
in the
empty
not sure
what to
extract
what to
reflect
back
i'm only seeing
pieces
of
the waves
dancing
to a time
far beyond
the
capacities
of
my design
the moonlight
is
beautiful
but it's ****
to write by
can't read
a word
there
now
it isn't
so
abstract
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
Lets Be Real
You reflecting me reflecting you...
I see the possibilities
The synchronicities
Each kiss a sign of what could be
Between you & me
I struggle with the urge to jump in heart first
Remembering the last time
And how much it hurt
When he turned out to be human
& I found out I was human too
Nothing we could do...
But play out our hands
& now this is where we stand..
Not lovers but friends
And I will always love him...
Yeah....
Loving is easy
When you look and see
the creator & creation in everyone...
In every daughter & every son...
It's really not hard...
So, that's not what I'm after...
not these days
So, what... ?
Of course I could fall for you...
& you for me...
and maybe we will...
Head followed by feet ...
As we lead...with our hearts ...
And let our souls
intertwine...
That's a given.
What I wanna know is...
who.
you.
are...
At the core of you...
& are you someone I wanna spend my days with...??
And is who I am someone you wanna spend your nights with?
Cuz lets be real...
Falling in love is a cake walk...
Cultivating true love & relationship...
That's the tricky part...
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
With you in my life I feel I am within the confines of a yurt made of love
The storm of life may surround
The Trees outside may tremble
The earth under our feet may shake
And the sky may darken with dread
...
I know I am safe
Together all is abated
I.am.safe
For you are my bringer of gentler tides
My golden ray of sunshine as nights grow long and days darken
We dance in shallow water where dolphins sing tunes of eternal music
Where melodies are made of synchronicities
Time and space hold no meaning as
intertwining double helix’s attached in the center of discovery
we wander in the moonlight
breathing presence into each and every moment
Your confidence the key to unlocking the chamber in which my doubts are held
For how can something so amazing happen so quickly?
Future planning creating damaging projections
Taking us away from the bliss that is
-This-
Simply
Us
...
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC