MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Melatonin High’

Melatonin High

Partially complete
Peacefully tired
Prepared to sleep

Convinced of life
Coming together
Cunningly perfect

Astonished by nature
Aware of dark circles
Awaiting next steps

Sleep doesn’t come
Staying put in bed
Sweet dreams far away

Only silence prevails
Oneness with it all
Obliterate any thought

Nature moves
Night has fallen
Never mind my rest

Indigo colored sky
Inhale shallow breath
Into the night

Falling
Flying
Free!

Melatonin high

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MIDNIGHT POETRY ‘Alphabet of Symbols’

Alphabet of Symbols

Having said nothing
Appeared invisible
Comfort zone of a shell
Turtle in her tiny home

Study and research
Get a Nobel Prize
Heroes of today
Lost in past memories

Dust off the pollen
From the dirty veil
Vent out the brain
Crunch the letters

Empty like O
Crossed like X
Straight like I
Hooked on J
Climb on H
And Y?

Because the turmoil
Water down my back
Heart beats solid line
Freshly poured vacuum

Product of society
Packaged in cling film
Slow to change
Solid in roots

Seeds spread on toast
Down the throat
Sprouted new ideas
Inside the mind

Greater collective
Broken to pieces
Glued to the past
Waiting for a heroin

With patience
Shot of clarity
In vain
Flying past

Lie still or move

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Riddled’

Riddled

As we march
Into the unpredictable
The well known ‘me’
With the insecure ‘I’

The rumbling of thoughts
Swooshing through my brain
Sparks of thunderbolts
Flashes of lightning

Microscopic greatness
On a Petri dish
Slush of fat cells
Moving through space

Invisible chains
Holding my reality
World full of sanitation
Yet without sanity

Training my perception
To look at the beauty
With grace and awe
Full of expectation
An order in an action

Stay with me
Hold me tight
We are meant to be
Have a free will
Only sign here

Illusions vanished
What came after
The time of honeymoon
Love and peace

Esteemed architects
Burning bridges
Dry land of bare souls
Living in harmony

Truth on a plate
Masking tape fell off
Wrinkled soul
Shivers exposed in the heat

Calling no number
Breaking silence
Deep within
Found the Self

Lost in the heat of night
Day full of promise
Best of times to be had
Yet to dream big

Shadows of the I
Creeping up on my Self

Exposed

Blended into wholeness

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In Death’s Face’

Let me preface this poem so you know how it came about. My thoughts after a few recent conversations with a few friends regarding people they knew who took their life or attempted a suicide.

In Death’s Face

So you thought I’m tired
Of living the life as requested
When the darkness opened the door
And the breeze of freedom swept me in

Silence upon the noisy chatter
Blind follower of a notion
That here is only suffering
Pain and emotions of void

The other side of heaven
Welcomes by burning a fire
Ready for my bones
Popping corn and I scream

Soon to be quiet and peaceful
In Vitro rebirth
Intestine on the outside
Blood and cells in vain

Ever too late for my own party?
Don’t mind my dreams
Wasted opportunities
To live and die as planned
Never accepted by me

Now what!
My vision failed me
So you saved me
I’m still here
Forcing another breath

Under performance
Life in slow motion
Bile of truth
Seeping out
Sleeping angrily
Time out

Alive in death’s laughing face