To touch you,
two souls.
Too much to take.
You took me to the stars,
I took you.
Supernovas
detonate,
synchronized
on impact.
I took you to another place,
you took my hand.
There are frequencies and vibrations beyond what we perceive.
There are energies and realities outside what we conceive.
An unfocused mind is unaware of all the rest.
A synchronized mind is on a most remarkable quest.
Synchronized Perfection 1-26-24
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Synchronized Perfection
Breathe in the feathery tickle, whorls of sweet spice in synonyms,
Similes that make you sneeze exhaling fresh lines of images
On swirls of ink gel conceived in the passion of inspired vertigo
While a joyful unbroken strand ignites hypnotic godly fires
And opaque falls from enigma’s vision releasing rhythmic respirations
Into blank lines and cryptic puzzles haunting insight flowing
With the whimsy of grace in one, uninterrupted breath to unravel
Obstacles of articulated lost verses on satin thermals of lyric grace
Gliding across a flat white parchment sea of conundrums opened
Riding in the groove blessed by synchronized perfection.
What I believe and what I do
I strive to synchronize the two
For if I don't, the price I pay
~ no one listens to what I say
When love captures your soul
Putting everything on this amazing roll
Spirit unfolding right before your eye's
Your heart is pounding totally mesmerized
Seeing your life become synchronized
With all that lives so deep inside
While we are learning to fly
Shooting our love across the sky
Spelling out all the answers why
Coming together as one is the best kind of high
Knowing commitment is never saying goodbye
The only tears falling
Are the ones that come calling
Of our bond to each other
That makes us both want to hover
Around all the love we have yet to discover
Believing we are forever lovers
Like when a whispering wind captures your heart
Living all of life's amazing parts
True love means we will never depart
The kind of love we have known from the start
Love is what we make it
So we should never fake it or break it
Rather make it our own
The kind of love that never stops growing
With piece of mind of both of us knowing
Our love is always flowing
In a place, our hearts are truly glowing
Sit back, relax
Everything will be fine
Enjoy what you see on T.V.
Forget the daily grind
We're here so you'll feel better
Make it all alright
Use the slightest bit of truth
We do it all the time
No need to concern yourself
With the government's affairs
What you don't know want hurt you
If your left unaware
We'll tell you who it is you are
And what it is that you should think
Don't pay attention to the other guy
He ain't like you and me
What he says is mumbo jumbo
Not like the elite that are in the know
He'll upset the apple cart
If you let him take control
So hold on tightly to your chains
You're in for the ride of your life
Who's going to pay for this loony trip
It'll come out of your hide
There's no need to concern yourself
With the government's affairs
What you don't know want hurt you
If your left unaware...
Pictorial evidence of a moon beam dancing dangerously across a road with a stripped sun is only to be depicted by a jury who knows the sanity of true speech. Whereas a gutless cuttlefish could curd if left in the heat. For over three millenia a greedy goblin has baked human cakes but used land ovens. Land ovens are often incredibly hard to clean really. So grab a sponge early. Before it escapes on that plate. How odd the oddities correlated in an oval office original order of occupation. And a fathomable bag of whiskey and chips are best served in a large bath that dangles from a ceiling akin to a giant swing. Wee wee wee goes the small beetle. Giggling grabbing garters gathering goo. And a paste of pie. Never let it be said that an ornate dish can give orders to a kilo bag of organic potatoes. Ok then. Good. Eighty six miles with a whisk. Must be such a hurtling errand really. Wow. Fantastic isn't it. O overplayed lava of volcanic news in a lava launch. Hahaha tidal travelling trains..hahaha sitting shoes shaping sacks. Xxxxx cosmography z. With the p u q at the Z moment.
Don't worry my child
if it is or not snowing,
be sure that old Santa
will get where he's going.
And though he prefers his
fast reindeer and sleigh;
old Santa can surely
come some other way.
There is just one rule
that he'll always be keeping.
He only arrives when
the children are sleeping.
So off now to bed
and dream of the toys
he's bringing tonight
to the good girls and boys.
You say you are worried?
It cannot be right
that he travels the world
in just one single night?
Well now don't you feel silly
right down to your bones?
You forget that you all live
in different time zones.
He starts in the East
and he goes toward the West.
He keeps up with time changes.
Now aren't you impressed?
Each zone takes an hour
and when he is done,
It's the very same time as
When he had begun.
So hurry to bed now.
Don't get Santa off track,
or you might have to wait
until he comes back.
Six giddy dancers are we, ready to mesmerize and please
Synchronized daintily, wanting the applause of the audience
Silhouettes and seated people, are spirits of old performers
Don't worry my child
if it is or not snowing.
Be sure that old Santa
will get where he's going.
And though he prefers his
fast reindeer and sleigh,
old Santa can surely
come some other way.
There is just one rule
that he'll always be keeping.
He only arrives when
the children are sleeping.
So off now to bed
and dream of the toys
he's bringing tonight
to the good girls and boys.
You say you are worried?
It cannot be right
that he travels the world
in just one single night?
Well now don't you feel silly
right down to your bones?
You forgot that you all live
in different time zones.
He starts in the east
and he goes towards the west.
He keeps up with the time change.
now aren't you impressed?
Each zone takes and hour
and when he is done
it's the very same time as
when he had begun.
So hurry to bed now,
don't get Santa off track,
or you might have to wait
until he comes back.
By: Joyce
Synchronized
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Long and slender with graceful curves
Your embrace, curled close to my back.
Two peas in a pod, loves reserves.
Souls seek sweet slumber without lack.
Steadfastly, adoration grows.
And night’s sleeping becomes a dance.
Darkness befalls tomorrow’s glow.
Hypnotic grandeur grants love’s glance.
Synchronized, our two hearts leap.
Always, snuggled with true love fed.
Short and cushy, without a peep
We as one are to slumber led.
Two peas in a pod passion melt.
Cuddling in the twin sized bed.
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