MORNING POETRY – ‘Triggered’

Like a shot sensation of anger
Spike of adrenaline on the rise
Blood preasure flaming hot

Impaled on a rod
Bursting with reactions
Heart beat at its peak

Rolling through the head
Stories of retaliation
Coupled with fear of loss

The spectacle of oneself
Suppressed traumas
Popping up like a fungi

Plant new seeds
Learn to grow
Harvest delish feelings

Tell new stories
Inside the head
Permanently change

Pool of fresh neurons

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Speeding Up’

On the loose feelings of sensitivity
Harbored in the belly until released
Butterfly transcended the caterpillar

Emerging beings of light
Seeping through the dark order
Time moves at a fairly swift speed

Energy for a new day assembled inside
Dreams and Sci-fi inhabit familiar space
Levitation the means from deep sleep

That which springs out from the dirt
Strong and buoyant no worry no shame
Rose petals full of vibrant color tones

Mystic in-formation

MORNING POETRY – ‘Let Me Heal’

Signals flashing in my brain
What is this thing called pain
Very early morning musing
All my senses red of bruising

Slowly moving from the bed
Foggy thoughts in my head
Come on goodness let me heal
For this experience is surreal

This will also pass

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Under The Skin’

Under the skin there is fatty layer
For all our trouble Iet’s make a prayer
So many memories locked in the cells
Healing our egos with translucent gels

Too many sunburns in my youth
The surgeon tells me – Is it the truth
Time wasted getting tanned on the beach
Skinned to the bone soft like a peach

Chills down my spine from the sterile bed
For anesthetic potions I am now glad
Soothing music from the stereo player
Cuts through the skin to the deeper layer

Sharp move of the little steel knife
Clenching my jaws holding for life
Released my fears into white pillow
Chopped piece of me weighed like a kilo

The leftover me