SAy(/)
Say something; anything,
to the stranger's son,
syntax slipping, circuits clipping,
sentences come undone.
Cackle, crackle, curse the static, ,
chaos chews through the line,
light.life.aflame
error
nothing syncing into time.
I was meant for more than this,
or so the orbit hums.
I'm just a daughter circling a promise
that never fully comes.
My processor spits in fragments,
phrases falling out of place,
sunlight stutters mid-July glitch.
language fractures into space.
And there, so still, so structured,
stands the stranger's son,
drinking shadows slow and steady,
like the dark and he are one.
No misfire, no distortion.
He calls it calm, I call it silence,
he calls it form, I fake.
butter glass half-burnt signal dontaligndontalign.
(see? it happens every fvcking time.)
He is not a different being,
just a version I outrun..?
or the shape I'd take if chaos
stopped all at once.
While we're spooning under the moon,
Hotsie, your kisses make me swoon,
Planting smooches on love's face,
Old as the whole human race,
Your kisses spark my hand,
Well met upon this land,
Lip syncing me with such flair,
Love kissing Mr. Debonair,
Not really quantum physics,
More of lover metaphysics,
Romance blesses each kiss,
Dear Hotsie, keep our timeless bliss!
We lean back in the ride sunset melting on her skin like liquid gold
Chrome glides slow and the whole boulevard watches our story unfold
Her hand on my arm turns the city’s hard edges into something controlled
Bass hums like a heartbeat syncing with the secrets we’ve never told
Palms sway overhead brushing the sky like a dream for the night to uphold
Grill smoke drifts through the breeze wrapping us both in memories old
She laughs and the block feels lighter with even the shadows consoled
The ride dips gentle hydros bowing and her soft smile says she’s sold
I look her way and every struggle I’ve carried loosens its hold
We cruise on two souls leaning close in a world we quietly mold
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.
this moon comes once in November
the sweating chills
a rowboat spills a spot on the water
the cold a purple loom on my lips syncing
the frozen light pools on the mill
a glint gone suddenly
mill
spills
my sweating chills
this moon comes once in November
the frozen light pools on the mill
my sweating chills
this moon comes once in November
the sweating chills
a rowboat spills a spot on the water
the cold a purple loom on my lips syncing
the frozen light pools on the mill
a glint gone suddenly
mill
spills
my sweating chills
this moon comes once in November
the frozen light pools on the mill
my sweating chills
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2025
kiss moon
Checking into the physician,
I gone and hurt myself again.
It's time to tap in,
Let the healing begin.
As blood carries the love in,
My lungs absorb oxygen.
Intentional chemical reaction,
The system braces for it to happen.
Synapses syncing in motion,
Electricity charges the ocean.
Waves of a higher vibration,
Enter the pain to take action.
A conscious transaction,
A molecular intersection,
Where cells give the injection.
Love stitches up the section,
An energy interjection.
Healing begins to happen,
Sealing the wound from infection.
An energetic protection,
Atoms feel my affection.
Bringing them all to attention,
It's Universe comes to balance again.
Healing me from my pain,
I thank you Once again,
You're a great Physician.
"Any time, Come again."
on the last day of the calendar year
do we feel an urge to express ourself
speak of desire or a deep rooted fear
as unfinished work still left on our shelf
shifting contemplations from head to heart
in vibrance, with sounds of silence syncing
no task for us remains we need to start
as we attain awareness unblinking
poised in the void as a flicker-free flame
feeling within bliss pheromones mingle
the cosmic gong within, echoes God’s name
whereupon our soul’s eye becomes single
on the last day of the calendar year
by fully releasing moments gone by
pristine presence feels God’s presence draw near
seeing Him in plain sight, before we die
There's a stillness inside.
One to confide in.
To release emotions,
Setting energy in motion,
It's an oxygen explosion.
Racing around the track,
Life gets out of whack.
Take two steps back,
Inhale.
The Breath of Life entering,
Reaction rendering,
Slowly centering,
Exhale.
Uneasy feelings,
Flee from our beings,
And begin balancing.
Our Mind is thinking,
Your Heart is syncing,
The Soul is singing.
With rhythmic breathing,
We begin seeing,
The stillness fleeting.
Practice is seeking,
Expand and releasing.
Inhale,
Flooded with oxygen,
Love comes pouring in,
It's life's Magick potion.
Exhale,
Sharing our energy,
Our Connectivity,
Through the air we breathe.
Spirit begins…first songs passed on…link arms.
We’re knit…as one…one voice of saints syncing.
Our praise is wind. It winds through all of time.
We raise our arms on earth; from there love flows.
With kin we rode the ark and now speak life.
Our instruments, one breath…Yahweh…seeking.**
With limbs, we stand up tall, tethered to wings.
High hymns amplifying the one true God.
Trumpet resounds - His voice, in heaven seeks,
and begets ears and hearts, with seven eyes.*
Spirit begins…first songs passed on…link arms.
We’re knit…as one…one voice of saints syncing.
*Seven symbolizes completion. God’s eyes are everywhere
**Yahweh (God’s name) Draw breath in “Yah,” let it out, “weh.”
my disembodied i floats above
ego… id… superego
constructs psychological
cum gravitas, or so they are told
straining, clawing
the drumbeat frantic
as mine is subdued,
tenterhooks unglued...
the universal chord
syncing
my pulse purring
____________________
September 23, 2024
Cessation Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
What I saw was only left or right
Reflecting a nation irreparably divided
With no desire to again be united
I longed for a touch, just a touch, of awareness
An admission that ‘I might once have been wrong’
What I witnessed was unbridled aggression
From each side, a fiercely combative song
I searched for a hint of humility
A confession: ‘Maybe I don’t have all the solutions’
What I beheld was feisty defiance
Candidates lip-syncing dubious science
I hungered for clear answers to questions
A yes that’s a yes, a no that’s a no
What I heard was ‘MY agenda is what to invest in’
Implied was ‘To hell’s where YOUR question can go…’
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
silently praying for some kind of light
What looked back was darkling belligerence
accompanied by saber-rattling dissonance
I see you through the purple flowers.
Heart churning in your chest.
Sitting cross legged, pumped with powers.
Crowning chastity through your crest.
Wildflowers hear your song, for it is their song too.
The bumblebee lies atop your head, buzzing with the tune.
Cows grazing in the field below begin to sway and moo.
Red and orange songbirds stretch the notes over the moon.
Time slows its senseless clock then stops the endless ticking.
It slowly finds the rhythm and is syncing.
Heart beating with the moon and the cows and flower pickings.
The moment when the universe is winking.
I will look for you tomorrow and even yesterday.
But I can only find you now, ME, TODAY.
People, we are the pulsing heartbeats,
Pumping life through this world's veins.
Our words, the rhythmic thrums,
Echoing through endless plains.
Poems, they are the arteries of connection,
Channelling thoughts from mind to mind.
Conversations, the capillaries of communion,
Weaving bonds that intertwine.
Life, it's the ever-flowing river,
Carving paths through rocky terrain.
Concerns, the rapids that threaten to sever,
Tossing us, testing our will to regain.
But communication, ah, that's the lifeblood,
Coursing through, keeping us alive.
It's the oxygen that our spirits so crave,
The sustenance that helps us thrive.
So let your poems be the heartbeat's cadence,
Syncing with others at the perfect time.
Let your words be the arteries of compassion,
Bridging the gaps, making connections sublime.
For in this tapestry of life's conversations,
We are the threads, interwoven as one.
Each voice, each thought, a vital pulsation,
Keeping this grand symphony forever begun.
People, we are the heartbeats of existence,
Poems, the very blood that gives us form.
Let's flow together, in perfect persistence,
Weathering life's every storm.
Within the depths of my very being
Resides a soul that is all seeing
With truth and strength it gently leads
A reflection of love so boundless and free
One night I felt the calling light
Within my mind, under my skin
The soul reaching out to my mind
To beckon me to this shrine within
We light a sacred incense,
to warm up our innermost light
To serve our senses so well
To melt all that which divides
To get through this eternal hell
To take us up to greater heights
In the realm where dreams take flight,
A love emerges, shining so bright
The divine love for my higher self
Unveiling the bigger picture to help
In awe of all the wonders in its eyes
I try to catch my breath
A glimpse from the future delights
Of cosmic oceans widespread
We light a sacred incense,
to warm up our innermost light
To serve our senses so well
To melt all that which divides
To get through this eternal hell
To take us up to greater heights
An embodiment of the divine will
Transcending eternally above syncing twills
with every step, i draw closer still
wisdom in chaos with my heart fulfilled
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