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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Be Who You Are’

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mediocre life
from job to bed
selling your soul
raise the bar

load a camel
cross a desert
refuge in an oasis
who needs a car

fragrant spices
lamps and oils
awaiting at an
exotic bazaar

coins and trinkets
for a rainy day
collected and stored
in a glass jar

find your guru
under the bodhi tree
who do you think
you are

search on google
still not sure
sit in meditation
go beyond far

a chair or a bed
get inside your head
undergo an operation
without any scar

kundalini rising
if you have no clue
do your research
it’s rather bizarre

convincing as real
conscious energy
is what we are
god and a superstar

https://open.spotify.com/episode/6vlVRaHvL1oyIRs8AidYtH?si=noraucB-T5evHCvG04M6hA

Poem ‘Be Who You Are’ read by the author.

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Without Emotions’

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this dream felt only through the finger tips
the heart a passenger by the mind
driving us forward into the unknown

perhaps these are all just empty words
no emotion activated by them
no feelings, no engagement

who can tell what is
the main aim of a poem
hidden deep inside

steady deliverance from bondage
tight shackles opening up
the truths coming out

bringing out
sleeping formulas
from the unconscious

rebelling against status quo
of all there is
with a little but

an alphabet

for spotify subscribers – recording of the above poem read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘Little did he know’

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Little did he know

Chicken little
Rolling up the road
Without his mother
Lost from its mob

His mouth shut
Not a single peep
Wide eyed stare
Into the dark night

Moon rocks up
In the night sky
Its light shines
Onto the road

Where there was black
Now is light
Where there was fear
Now is trust

Chicken little peeps
Blinks his eyes
Starts walking
Into the light

Of a road train

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Free Smiles at the Bar’

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FREE SMILES AT THE BAR

One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face

One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind

The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air

Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind

Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare

Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth

One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways

Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain

Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box

Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality

Toast!