MIDNIGHT POETRY “Throw In The Mask”

“Throw In The Mask”

Following my own shadow
Into the flickering light of a candle

The layered skin of the veil of darkness
Slowly peeling off with each step
The hefty weight of the emptiness within

Broken yet whole
Shattered yet complete
Chaos in harmony
Pieced together

Who said it will be easy!
Ostrich in the sand
Cheeks in the air
Stand the fullness of the shining light
Vulnerable bare of masks and shadows

Shuffling closer
Each step in suspense
Under the skin
Inside the make up of the DNA

Hidden well from exposure
Developing into full bloom
Seeds of beauty unexplored
Ripening into fruit

Luscious and fragrant
Embodied in the form
Pure and delicious
Ready and ripe
The whole of my I.

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Falling Inside”

This time my loose attempt at creating poetry has been inspired and guided into being by an acclaimed, well versed and passionate UK poet Joelle Taylor. Joelle led a poetry workshop here in Brisbane and I had the pleasure to be there. Thank you Joelle for bringing your significant and raw style of poetry into being and sharing your story with the wider audience. You are a legend and an inspiration 🙂

Here is my piece uncovering the turning point of my extraordinary life experience.

“Falling Inside”

A woman herded behind an office desk
equaling figures balancing out sheets.

One cog in the vending machine of life
Spitting out coke addicts at regular intervals
Undisturbed sheepish existence.
Pages of years gone by.

The thundering storm came uninvited
Breaking the echoes of silence and seclusion
The sky broke in half. Peace and bliss at first.

Massively frightening and uprooting all in a space of a day
The fire came from within and burned all without mercy.

Head spins and heads turn away from the burning image
Deep inside lies the key to salvation of the soul.

Upturned and recycled image of the ego
Holding out its formal reigns.
The illusion of control destroyed.

Free fall into the abyss of life.

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – “Without Sirens”

Without Sirens

Ambulance driver full of patience
Setting up the stretcher
Tying up the straps

Hands tight from defense
Metal cuffs rip the skin
Giving in to the trap

Buzz of depot substance
Running through the blood
Calmness brings out overtone

To voices in the head
Call me back once I’m awake
I won’t sleep at home.

MORNING POETRY – “LIFE FOR LIKES”

Scrolling to oblivion
Chasing the unseen
Expectations for a high
Tingling in the fingers
Stiffness in the neck
Emptyness in the mind
Yearning for connection
Virtual satisfaction
The note to self

“Life given for likes”