swirling tornado
nimble and savage
robust and bold
raw energy
fierce motion
tireless
out and in its core
mirrors of sand
liquid imagery
vanity on the move
fantasy of security
just a mirage
Poem ‘Mirrors of Sand’ read by the author.
Tag: mind
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Be Who You Are’
mediocre life
from job to bed
selling your soul
raise the bar
load a camel
cross a desert
refuge in an oasis
who needs a car
fragrant spices
lamps and oils
awaiting at an
exotic bazaar
coins and trinkets
for a rainy day
collected and stored
in a glass jar
find your guru
under the bodhi tree
who do you think
you are
search on google
still not sure
sit in meditation
go beyond far
a chair or a bed
get inside your head
undergo an operation
without any scar
kundalini rising
if you have no clue
do your research
it’s rather bizarre
convincing as real
conscious energy
is what we are
god and a superstar
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Poem ‘Be Who You Are’ read by the author.
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 – ‘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
