Tag: Mental Health

MORNING POETRY – “FREE TO LIVE & BOUND TO END”

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Time flows in increments
Life gift was free to start with
Collected skills through work
Contribute to wellbeing of all

Dreams still arise during each day
 Consciousness at it’s best
Pouring out new ideas
Wants and desires

The fun began
We open our eyes
Each day anew
Ready to be embraced

On a quest for adventure
New zest for more
Eventually it will stop
With the last breath

Variety of shapes and types
Rewards of all kinds
Put on the table
Bread and salt

Until we leave our form
Still chance to enjoy
The dish on the plate
Born out of the sweat

There is no time
When the chimes strike
To negotiate departure
Only saying Goodbye!

Crude energy
Bubbling inside
To transform
To create

The altar full of fruits
Oozing fresh juices
Opportunity numerous
To feel blessed

Our vanity has a smashed mirror
The futility of looking back
Jump in the ocean
Splash and feel the coolness

Nothing lasts eternally
But for infinity
Come on NOW
Rejoice! You woke up

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Pirates of the Internal Seas’

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Pirates of the Internal Seas

One eyed Captain steers the ship
On the open ocean
Lot of water passed him by
Since he started sailing

Crooked teeth in a wrinkled face
Smell of whiskey and tobacco
Emanates from his robe
His trimmed parrot flew to freedom

His one eye looks at the sea
Humpbacks make tall waves
Rocking the ship right and left
Making the lunch hard to swallow

The crew resting after the meal
Having finished all their jobs
Cards are on the wooden table
Game of life and death

The captain glimpses a submarine
Aiming in their direction
He beams with excitement
Something to conquer and hunt

Submerged in the ocean
The submarine feels no pressure
She can go down any moment
Into the depths of the waters

Who has the smarts to lead
Who is the Captain of their ship
And can he outrun the submarine?

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Riddled’

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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’

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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