MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Maybe’

sense of calm
to start the day
sense of calm
to end the night
the mind is still

new day is here
miraculously
seize it
centered
peaceful

who knows what
day will it be
the one day
or the last day

live in the now
tomorrow is
a new day
maybe

sense of calm
the mind is still
centered
peaceful
now

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Meditative’

In your mind
One of a kind
Peace you can find

Stay still don’t move
Follow the groove
Until you improve

Occupy the space
That you sense
Of your face

Breathe in and out
Create new route
Remove all doubt

Sit within your body
Feeling like nobody
Filling the whole body

All the thoughts replace
Unity now embrace
Stop the constant chase

Be present now
Grace

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Follower’

Standing at a cross
Pebbles on the road
Digging into my soles

Looking out for a sign
Open fields and tall grass
As far as the eye can see

Shall not turn back now
Past has dissapeared
Only future in the ether

The wind picks up suddenly
Bringing seeds of change
On its broad shoulders

The dove appeared
Carrying a leaf of laurel
On its fluffy white wings

Released it at my feet
Hovered above the head
Softly touching my hair

Choosing to follow the dove
Wherever it takes me
I took it was my sign

The birdie took me places
I could not have imagined
Finding doors to my heart

Picking me up when I felt low
It chirpped about love and hope
When need be it comes with me

On the path I found love
That makes peace and doves
Free wild and intuitive

Walking on
Peace

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The One Who Dared’

Distracted to the raw bone
Past time on a mobile phone
What’s up what’s coming down
Mid age crisis of a wealthy town


Groups of people on their feet
Speaking their voice walk the street
Facing the narrative of the mass
Thousands of beings on the grass


Peaceful but with a boiling blood
Emotions pent up in the gut
Clogged up arteries now getting fit
Fast food chains covered with spit


Essentials like drugs smokes and wine
The game in which supermarkets shine
Little mum and dad’s shop on the brink
Extinction of the man who dares to think


Something bad stinks fishy and rotten
Power went to head of those who forgotten
The beauty of life in its former glory
To serve its people through love not gory


High fly the dove together with the wise owl