In sync with exorcising
An inner restlessness
Up on winds, runner's, biker's
Soul-freed who'll then confess.
Thomas stirred the tasteless,
clear liquid into his wife's
evening chamomile tea.
He smiled, thinking of the life
he imagined with another woman
he met in a stripper night club.
By midnight, Eleanor was gone,
her sudden passing blamed on
natural causes.
The grieving husband played
his part perfectly, weeping at
the funeral.
Two weeks later, he prepared
to sell the estate and move
away.
An insurance investigator
arrived, asking to see
Eleanor's final medical
records.
Thomas confidently handed
over the paperwork, certain
his tracks were completely
clean.
He failed to notice the smart
watch still syncing on her
bedside table.
Its biometric sensors
recorded the precise
moment her vitals fluctuated
unnaturally.
The digital timeline provided
the evidence needed to end his dreams of freedom in handcuffs.
the dog looked hopeful, and wanted the nod
His owner gave it gladly to his sidekick Todd
Todd ran off in the rain, jumping high with glee
Throwing loads of water up on his knee
Happy they were, two kindred folks, in sync you see
Arrived with truly ideal-illogical, governance.'
As the messages quietly sync, I feel the deepening absence of replies,
An abyss slowly swallowing the denial from a heart weary of waiting and longing,
My greatest fear, the unknown truth, now takes shape in the light of day,
Coming to claim its rights, a bitter fruit of uncertainty that can no longer be avoided.
I have always been ready to fight for every dream, to venture with an open and courageous soul,
But truths like these leave no room for lies, only a heavy and crushing silence,
A truth that penetrates deeply, dispelling illusions carefully woven with hope,
I can no longer dance around dreams as if they held fragments of light for me,
When everything falls apart, leaving only the shadows of a once-held hope, stirring memories,
I remain alone in the chamber of my consciousness, an endless flow of thoughts and emotions rolling,
Seeking balance between lost illusions and harsh truths, a dance of the soul in melancholy,
In a world where beginnings are born from the ruins of dreams, an endless search for light.
My boiling point’s hit third degree;
‘Lying swathed in euphoric slick.’
Your lyrics demand a reply;
What’s up with no resolution?
Left an out of sync melody,
finish every strum that you pick;
I am aware your humor’s wry,
but so is my ammunition;
I’m what you need to amplify,
don’t you dare mistreat my passion.
Am I out of sync, am I somewhat behind,
Feeling puzzled when jokes, I can't find.
Did I do wrong in following my parents' advice,
In discipline and politeness, did I pay the price?
I wonder if I'm not in tune with the times,
Or if my upbringing's made me miss life's chimes.
But maybe in my values, there's something I've gained,
In a changing world, my roots remain unchained.
Sometimes I want to see you
Just see you walking by
Sometimes the streaming's not enough
I need to see you with my eyes
Like now I'm sitting by myself
I really want you here
Just to be and talk with
Just to know that you are near
The time, it passes slowly
I only see you now and then
But in a flash it's gone so fast
And then I'm missing you again
I know there's so much to you
Much more than you let see
Far deeper than feelings dictate
You resonate with me
If I was a form of poetry
I’m not a haiku or sonnet;
More like a brand new remix,
just what I want to be;
Inventing new rhymes
reversing lines,
syllables
out of
sync.
writer
auspicious, positive
explaining, unveiling, hoping
optimist, energy, - pessimist, lethargy
complaining, curtailing, groping
suspicious, negative
reader
January 12, 2023
I added a bit of rhyme within and without just for delight
hostess: Caren Krutsinger
contest: Delightful Diamante
Stop by for a drink
Relax, and let us toast ~
as glasses we clink
and of good times
we think ~
The Gift of Friendship!
my yearning afire
a deepest desire
I pray and aspire
could I but inspire
the one I admire
we both perceive
come to believe
never to leave
or to deceive
together
we weather
forever
I do
love you
true
Two souls mixed in tunes,
Rippling chords in harmony,
Strumming the same song.
Rhythmic love notes,
Vibrating flames of passion,
In synced hearts of pair,
We sing vows of love,
Pitching notes of high and low,
Not to bounce off key.
Well paint me grateful!
So acclaimed
my gladdened heart
In my modest abode
abundance dwells
and I abound in peace
Content to yield
to the universe's lead
All I ever need
readily resides in me
In this belief
my entire trust I lay
The only snag
an itch I can't reach
brings me down
to my knees in prayer
time and time again
For a healing balm
that calms my qualm
A trusty shoulder
to snuggle under
Gentle when I feel
a wee feeble
Kindness in my
moments of blindness
Patience in my
hour of hesitence
An earthen heart
made to match my own
Together we ground
to the belly of the Earth
as one, to get crowned
two sides to the same coin
An ease to our sync
as we chill and shoot the breeze.
Enthusiasm paraded out pores fingers
Prancing into the world with a soul of its own
Excitement was generated at various places
The heart in sync with the soul, spiritual happiness
There was a quickening, an all knowing, an inner peace
But more than that,
There was life, love, and purity of purpose
Which lasted through the plane of earth existence
Absolute sheer utter wolf howling life
Because the spirit understood she was invincible
She could not be squelched or killed
She had existed before, and she would exist eons after
This earth body turned to dust
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