Phase-locked!

While on my walk, the trees gave me another down lo;

with light info.

Here we go.

***

Wouldn’t it be great;

if this flick, would do the trick;

of uniting all possible perceived opposites?

***

What if that is the purpose of this movie?

How groovy;

would that be?!

***

I mean, what if this man I met;

is gonna be key;

in re-alizing this movie?

It doesn’t matter he goes to church;

when we met, we made a connect;

thru the heart!

***

What the mind tells you to believe;

has caused nothing but grief;

in our world.

What if this writing came to birth;

because it’s meant to re-unite;

all who were taken by their mind on a fear-flight? (wordcount: 123)

***

In physicality it might look like we have nothing in common.

But my mind can summon;

up a whole lot; which will surely undermine the plot;

of my last piece.

I know by now that self-complacency doesn’t suit me.

***

The Universe works in mysterious ways.

My writing grace;

is trying to make sense of this maze.

It comes from the purest place;

in my being. 

Its ’see-ing’; isn’t polluted with fear. 

Its sight is Crystal Clear.

***

Tennis.

Tennis is the one sport I can miss.

I don’t know why that is.

Maybe it is;

because you can play it;

without having to compete?

***

I wish my right shoulder was freed;

from this excruciating pain.

It’s been giving me pain for two weeks straight now.

Somehow; it doesn’t feel like it’s my pain.

What’s there to gain;

in this little paragraph?

My writing staff; previously referred to as they;

say:

it’s one of the keys in this apple-story.

***

Those twin-bro’s of mine, have taught me;

when they are separated they can feel each others pain.

I know?! Totally IN-sane!

***

Last friday night; I felt a whole lotta fright.

I wanted to re-unite, with the light.

But this time it was odd.

As opposed to the other ‘off’ times;

these misery feelings did not feel like mine.

Was I feeling the pain of my other half?

***

I don’t know what it’s like to be part of a twin;

but am I starting to begin;

to feel what it’s like?

***

When the energy is intense;

I am the biggest friends, with that thing within.

Could this be the last writing -marathon I’m in?!

***

In my bank-account is the amount of 19.84 left.

In ’84 I turned seven, not eleven.

Though the latter;

is the number for something new to begin.

Just like the number of the house I live in.

38738 adds up to eleven.(wordcount: 440) (2+9=11)

By the front door sits a pot with a card that reads:

“Plant your dreams!”

It seems;

that through writing I have been watering my dreams just enough;

so they can pop;

just when I think I should stop;

to write in rhyme.

Have I been crazy to think with that heart of mine all this time??!