MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Destined’

your destiny in a blue ink
spelled out on a bathroom sink

stoics without feeling
undergo a distant healing

see through what we all do
living in a human zoo

locked in a mental cage
fast forward our age

in captivity restrained
to the news box chained

wash your hands we do the brain
backed by science to explain

seeds robbed out of plants
no bees so pollinate by ants

your fear is our long term gain
to feed you bugs as a main

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MIDDAY POETRY – ‘The Inside Job’

stubborn feelings
persistent emotions
looking inside
finding the cause

what ifs
never happen anyway
unless we get certain
and bring them onto us

each wish is our
sacred command
what starts as a thought
could become real

the best way to tackle it
be conscious of our feelings
when something does feel off
check the thought process

the culprit is in the mind
awareness is the key
look within and breathe
bring in a new fresh wish

state it in the positive
or neutral color scheme
and let it gather momentum
the snowball effect

replace the unwanted
with the desired and wished for
clearing the cupboard of the mind
clarity awaits

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Earthly Fetish’

fancy fascination
with the form
of the earth

is it round
is it square
perhaps a triangle

merely observed
in distant vacuum
as blue object
hanging in space

our senses far from perfect
our mind a born liar
our science based images
assume a sense of certainty

and then those who
don’t swallow that ball
searching for difference
being the odd one out

the argument is hot
is it not
the topic profound
meaning a lot

the base of western society
rooted in continuous data
poked out of the thin air

whoever wants to fight
the windmills of Don Quixote
is gently yet surely crucified
then barbequed at stake
all in the one lifetime

the truth is not too obvious
that those who fight for it
the point is not
the shape of the earth

it is the fundamental ideas
forming our societal beliefs
which would crumble to the ground
should we pick a different stance

based on science
we can trust perhaps
or maybe not

will we ever learn
to be simply happy
to still be alive
settling the argument

with no further agenda
to change or to destroy
to quarrel and argue
to conquer and fight

is that a too far fetched
reality
i ask

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Into The Depth’

footprints in the sand
soft coral between the toes
walk on a deserted beach

tropical sun barely a cloud
day perfect for a dip
time to hop inside

splash!

soft waves caressing the body
sea salt soothing the skin
water warm like a bath

floating on the surface
face covered by a hat
arms and legs spread out

large cargo ship
stacked metal containers
covering the distance

on the horizon
white sailboat
sail up towards the sky

emerging from the sea
coolness of the wind
rubs into the skin

time has been forgotten
all worries floated away
into the ocean depth
feeling alive again

recording of the above poem read by the author