MIDNIGHT MUSINGS – ‘Silly Words of Delayed Sleep’

my friend has a friend and their friend
told my friend ‘s friend about my friend
who knew? we all are now best friends!
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i was stimulating my visual cortex
watching flames
until the fire in my spine
became double helix
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my feet are on fire
must have been
fast running
from my duties
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chances like this don’t come often
until one day when the bag splits open
and they all start pouring out
into the Santa’s lap
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thoughts are those little flickering specs
that dissapear faster than you can say
i know
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stop pushing your luck
and instead pull the rabbit
out of the bagpipes
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don’t ask me what this means
i write what comes unfiltered
like a turkish coffee
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the sediment is rather dark and deep
the mind is even more so
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without the freedom to express
the change is very slow
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got stuck in a heatwave
not a fan!
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my god who would you have to bless
if you didn’t create me?
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please put some scense into this
nonsense
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and i have tumor…typo …two more
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anticipation is detrimental to health
so i jump into speeches
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reflecting on our life means
many lived experiences

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Irony’

the irony of life
to live fully
one has to die first

the self lives a lie
in an illusory world
fed drama and fear

the reality of truth
the very opposite
pure love and light

live in the now
peel off layers
emerge anew

clarity awaits patiently
underneath darkness
merely to be awakened


MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘New Light’

stream of memories
dusk transformed into dreams
with no makeup
the sun rose uncombed

aroma of fresh coffee
broke through the air
enlivening all the senses
helping the limbs move

daily miracle of life
the day brightened up
neither being asked
nor begged

letting go of darkness
the light gently shines
new opportunities
new chances

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Purpose’

purpose, the big question
that gives many indigestion
asking people about it
life goes on without it

swirls of stardust in the sky
on the ground the little i
storms in heavens brewing
what on earth are we doing

deep blue water sustains life
floating plastic debris rife
the horizon full of fires
burning all human desires

in the end what matters most
just before we turn to ghost
to cherish life as precious art
clear conscience loving heart