enlightenment and all engulfing wisdom sadly arrives almost always too late out of synch with original, creative and unusual, events and initiatives
Asynchronicity in the journey of life
I reveal my love to you
I make myself vulnerable
You shy away, ignore, condemn and shun
then
I hurt, shy away, condemn and shun
I plunge myself into my gooddies and substitutes
You declare your love,
You make yourself vulnerable
you reveal your love
I can’t find you and you can’t find me
I can’t see you
And you can’t see me
a curious fog engulfs and occupies all space and all heart
thicker and thicker still
It is all too late
“I am the enemy you killed my friend”*
The cycle goes on
Out of rhythm
out of synch
unless ...
*verse from Wilfred Owen
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Dear Tarek....Welcome Back my Friend...Welcome back...Am so happy to have to back with us here....what a write...gem of a write my friend....you and your unique writes will again shower the AD with knowledge and insight....welcome back yet again...love n luck....BHUWAN!!
Reviewed by nancy gomaa (Reader)
Reviewed on May 28, 2008
a unique poem by a unique poet and a very very unique doctor. u r irreplaceable. till this moment i know of no doctor to follow up with other than u.
Opposites attract ... there is ALWAYS HOPE! Never give up ... if not each other you both will find another to love. It is better to have loved and LOST than never to have loved :)!
ASYNCHRONICITY IN THE JOURNEY OF LIFE takes the reader inside that strange paradox of how we sometimes try so hard to connect with each other's humanity but at the same time manage to sabotage those same connections. Within this slender poem is enough wisdom to fill a library. Thank you for writing and sharing it.
how profoundly true - I always have been "out of synch" or too late in all things time-critical in my life. it is so annoying. sometimes, my friend, we must MAKE our own synchronicity. -- Jeff
In the waning days of World War II, a man lies injured in a London hospital, shrouded in mystery and confusion. He is an American serviceman, stripped of his identity and memories, save for the name John, and plagued by vivid visions of battles that
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My dear friend, Hope is our friend,
Sandy
Ramadan Kareem.
Abdullahi
Vesna
Aberjhani
Love Tinka
This composition is a deep dive into the see of mankind to bring to reason the Octopus of indifference.
"Asynchronicity in the journey of life" has paid its poetic dues to enrich the history of Poetry.
I salute You, Poet.
In gratitude and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU