Reflecting its neighbourhood,
The lake water shone yellow.
Resembling a synchronisation of saturation
With the setting sun.
Seizing green colour of the grasses
The sun painted them gold.
Engrossed gazing pines dance spectacularly,
Only awakened with sparrows' chirps,
And Robins' melodious songs.
Perched on the edge of a dead tree,
Abrupt thoughts hovered my consciousness.
Despite a gust, the dead tree stayed firm.
Nighbours swayed, relished,
Departing sun of the beautiful evening.
It rests and rests....
The landscape mirrored delight,
It grieved its own death.
Incompetent to sense, the scorching sun,
The white sheet of snow, dusk and dawn.
It rests and rests....
Observed the ambience twice .
No mournings! no sorrow!
Nothing ceased their pace.
Infact , they moved on.
It rests and rests....
Categories:
synchronisation, age, death, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Yeah we met and it started out great
We didn’t need words – we were in sync
But then something went wrong and it all came apart
That synchronisation started to fade
I thought it would be love at first sight
But I got it all wrong and then started a fight
- That I never knew how to end
Was I missing something or did I just misunderstand?
Cause every time I turned left, you would go right
I would reach out and you retracted your hand
In reality it all lasted about a second
But to my heart it was like a lifetime of heartache, confusion and disappointment
And worse of all – you never even cared
Or maybe you did? I don’t know
Never seemed like it…
Categories:
synchronisation, heartbreak, love hurts,
Form: Personification
Stresses in dresses are not wanting streams today they are wanting to watch a film where animals sing. It is great to know that a aqueous solution of a pickled onion jar is clever when unsealed and unsealed is neither a shark in a tank top, an exploding rhino suit, a gas game of monologues, a circumference of a chasm in a chapel chat, nor is it a notable noticed nothing. It is with reading glasses that a sewing pattern forms shapes and within shapes the hour glass chimes a pretty note and the citation from a chandelier competes always and only with a field of candelabras'. Radiographic radiuses' reaching radiant releases. And a dome in a dolmen is a chamber of commerce in a wheel. Spinning. Fantastic isn't it? Free forming synchronisation of seventy frogs hopping and hooping and hoping that an ordered meal will arrive soon in the basket bead. Ha the tail of a duck is extended down the canal and the boats trip over. Ha the capsized mirrored eels delivering the droppings of a giant metal pie. Pie of thought is slicing. Not sluicing. Slicing. And a little ant travelling carefully over the rocky tor. Xxxxxx intercorrellated z z z z z at a point to a pin and a pin to a paintpot. Z
Categories:
synchronisation, august, autumn, baseball, basketball,
Form: I do not know?
A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy wheels can induce a certain amount of jelly, carbonated drinks, hexagonal fishcakes, and seaweed to jump from the cupboard climb out of packets and sing very loudly in simultaneous song. The voice of a vortex is a visionary visualising vivarium vicariously vibrating vocabulary. And all the while the little letters let linking lemurs laugh. Lemurs laugh lovingly and love is not an itemised bill with googly eyes nor is it a meter reading a tome. So all hail in a pail for a puffing puffin is chewing on a boiled sweet today. Hahaha millionaire millipede moving many mice. Hahaha a pair of eagle faces in skintight shirts prancing. Xxxxx synchronisation z z z z z at seven thirty six a m on a dusty humid track of a bathroom floor with no b side eclipse effect. Z
Categories:
synchronisation, animal, appreciation,
Form: I do not know?
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
You and I have always had a chemistry;
In everything we did and everything we didn't, there was
this strange synchronisation; you very well know how
our hearts start beating fast just by a glance of each other's face
and how the shine in your eyes ignites a fire inside my chest;
But don't be afraid, the fire isn't fatal my love, just my desire
for you and every inch of you, to consume you and unite with
you and all that you are, maybe more; come my escape from
everyone and everything else this earth is made up of;
You and I were meant to be one, the distant oracle can no more govern
our lives and our love; As, you are mine and I am yours, come
and listen to the warm breeze of our wants and needs and passion.
25/04/2016
Categories:
synchronisation, love, passion,
Form: Prose
She was the most beautiful creature
that I had ever set my eyes on,
since when I started to see.
Her hair sparkled as though it was sprinkled
stardust in the screaming sunlight;
voice flowing from her strawberry lips could
entice dolphins to dance in divine synchronisation;
her eyes light up every man's hidden sensuality into a halo.....
Memories of her still keep replaying in my mind,
especially when I slide my fingers on the skin of the ocean;
she had the sweetest texture that I had ever felt.
Categories:
synchronisation, art, beauty, fantasy, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Alone with Nature
one can feel a strange unity
with everything around
Unity that is so strong
and overpowering
that one loses consciousness
of one's individual self
One's consciousness seems to merge
with a deeper consciousness
of the unity of all things
in nature and the cosmos
One experiences an awareness
of a deeper reality
that is impossible
to describe in words
At such moments
one has no consciousness
of time and space
but only of that particular moment
- the infinite eternal NOW
One makes contact
with one's cosmic roots
in a dimension
where time and space
are irrelevant
It is the synchronisation
of one's consciousness
with the absolute
and ultimate reality
of the cosmos
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Categories:
synchronisation, nature, self, space, time,
Form: Free verse