Like it's synchronized...
And what you think inside your inner mind
gives a vibe which links with mine.
Seems to be it's in the eyes.
The frequency our signals tie.
You speak to me through different sines/signs
Allow me to address this..My message;
I'll keep direct with some realness
Almost as we're connected..It's electric..
Positive- you feel it..
on some.. alternate-
energetic, weird tip..
My senses tap the source
as the waves flow
back and forth,
and they grow...
Surpassing more; way so,
than a static force as great pulls.
An attraction as a magnet's - or -
I'd say, most;
it's gravitational..
Comin' from in the astral plane-ish zone..
Away we go..
Making contact;
and, what\watt I watch pass is the supply to all that
described in raw fashion..
You wear your heart on your sleeve.
The world turns a blind eye on\ion
grasping where their arms could not reach-
like the sky God crafted.
It's in the soul\solar system
the polar positions
Not talking global descriptions
But both those and local conditions
Like telepathy -
from down inside the depths we reach
out the mind\mined - mentally..
The power providing destiny...
The hours, time, death, disease...
The how why when..
The beat that pounds..
Found in my chest,
and keeps the count
even to each and every Resounding
step with my feet on the ground
which leaves with my breath
and completing the sound
in less than the being of now
in merely seconds

Attempted to solve what's lost..
The source around the secret...
Tried to unlock the doors,
but found you can't force just how the keys fit..
-
Wonder what's my purpose..
Formed into this conscious state..
This life I came to earth with;
gotta be more to this awful place;
than certainly forever searching
for why we're born or brought awake,
to a planet torn and severed;
burning, to rot away..
More than fear of loss or hate..
An appeal you gotta chase..
What's real or prompted fake..
How you feel with thoughts conveyed..
What's ideal or not as great..
How you heal and stopped the pain
Where you kneel and softly pray
just to hear if God orates
The deal your conscience makes
to reveal the wrong mistakes
you concealed but ought to say...
The years on top of dates;
such appear as long in length;
yet, are really small when gauged
to the scheme of all that's made..
Being here and gone one day,
yet you weirdly want to stay-
and so your spirit walks astray
then can't clearly cross the gate
stuck by fear and haunts it's grave

Never realized this though..
And now I find it so..
As I ride the road
down this spiral, slow;
to the all time of lows
on this suicidal slope-
-like I'm the joke-
who tied the rope
to cut off my air supply as close
as it'll tightly go around my pipe to choke..
Then sliced my throat
to drain the life that flows
through my vital lode-
I'm despised for those lies I told..
-Falsifying gold
the mind/mined arose
like - Pyrite exposed!
Unable to further thrive and grow..
This is where I reap what I have sewn
Tossed to the side, disposed..
Left with a wound not even time erodes..
I lay awake at night, alone
and pray to the divine for hope..
Inside I'm broke..
Only to rise a ghost..
Feels like I've died-
My soul, forthwith is silent, no..
It's cries echo
Here's a final goodbye, then, so..

-Just a silhouette in the clouds as rain drops
and is wept to the ground.. Wish the pain stops
but only remember and drown in the same thoughts
as per yesterday found among the ones today brought..