MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Subliminal Choices’

Blasted by subliminal ads
Without our knowledge
The media box does not care

Numbing us selling us junk
Without our conscious mind
Ever pinpointing that deceit

Deeper than the sound we hear
Piercing through our perception
Held by the gatekeeper of our mind

WAKE UP TO IT!
Become the master of your thoughts
By choosing your own medium

A doze of subliminal affirmations
Put on with due morality and care
Can create wonders to our life

Delivering on a promise of healing
No sweat or workout needed
Only repetition an essential component

Plug in our ears hear a little music
Slight shift in the consciousness
Suddenly we are awakened anew

Better for us all
Make a choice
To think for yourself

Banish the tele-box!
Wake up to Truth
Reality awaits you

Unplug

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Loss Of Identity’

Stress levels on the rise
Coping skills on decline
Without work for a while

Stability of the mind
Split into more parts
Losing my identity

Attachment to a job
A frame of reference
Giver of a personality

That known character
Always sticking with me
Career that did not last

Past my redundancy
Money quickly vanished
Who is that person now

Alarm clock went in the bin
Staring at me from the mirror
Someone I have never been

Newness of my search
The person I did not meet
Who now sleeps in my bed

Lose all ties to the past
Tell grief it is fired
Now totally useless

Once I discovered
The being called ‘me’
The unity of I

Reinventing oneself
The true adventure
Only just started

Priceless

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Vote For Me!’

Vote for me!
Discombobulated
Prior to entry

Options seem too many
Who keeps true to their word
Who has the best teeth in smile

Posters put their best side forward
Seemingly for our interest
Most soon shed their snaky skin

Underneath wooden dolls
Strings strongly attached
Power lead hanging from above

Game of thrones on our streets
Fear and hope mixed in the box
Greed and Unity on the scales

Whatever happens afterwards
Is still up to our own making
Life keeps existing

Untangled

MIDNIGHT POETRY -‘From Heaven’

Smelling freshly mowed lawn
Stargazing in darkness of the night
Sitting under an ancient fig

Everything flows like a raft
Encompassing all existence
Eden now too populated

God busy creating little angels
Good old pa still having a go
Gold lining on translucent clouds

Weather just right for full rainbow
Wisdom of an old man passed on
Winding down heaven’s window

Anytime now the wings shall grow
Angels fluffing their feathers
Anticipating landing on earth

Yesterday they were given flesh
Young and fresh by the manufacturer
Yawn, first breath and off they go

New generation
Of heavenly creation
Awakened