MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘By Default’

by default
since birth
we are utterly
blinded

when it comes to
our grasp of the
higher frequencies
of the world’s shift

so much angst
friends and fam
reminiscent of the
virus era

striking focus
on the live
affairs of the
elite

we forget
to look inside
our precious
lives

any problems
we ever have
with choices
of others

reflect
the issues
in our very
own mind

frustration
retaliation
conflict
within

as above
so below
our thoughts
manifest

choose peace

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bare Connection’

what do we love more
the product or its inventor
what do we love more
the children or their creator

does love pick sides
is it equal to all

come out of the trauma
leading to regrets
hurt and bare
in search for meaning

we stop the choosing
the day we realize
all is one… connected

loved

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Cosmic Expansion’

sounds of the galaxies
swooshing through the air
cosmic star dust
falling down with a glare

moving through space
beyond all of time
creating waves and ripples
the being sublime

conscious with awareness
at the beginning of an end
full of oneself and all there is
now ready to ascend

into the heights of possibility
coupled with unobstructed flow
love of immense measure
bursting to overflow

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hungrily Obsessed’

you can slumber in your bed
while i bake my sour bread
made pure without added yeast
tastes delish to say the least

full involvement of the senses
not burdening on expenses
plain seeded or little sweet
with rye flour it’s a treat

how to master opened ear
kept me up for a whole year
at the end i gave up trying
wiped my eyes stopped crying

today i bake the perfect bread
with no ear and heart instead
tasty fluffy dense just right
keeps me up whole night

day and night i dream of dough
when one ends next one will grow
hungry starter akin to a child
fed on sugars goes tad wild

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