MORNING POETRY – ‘Eaten Alive’

Studies have shown
It’s been a hoax
We have been conned
To swallow that scenario


Limited to confined space
Seldom breathing
The pressure all around
Succumb or be the loser


No obvious choice
Do what is ‘right’
Nothing else left
To decide


What defines the rightness
Conformity of society
Hard to overcome
Ingrained beliefs


March to the tune
Or jump the ship
Eaten alive by sharks
Ready to attack


Crunch the numbers
See through the illusion
Use what’s left from the brain
Wake up from the dream


Find the path home
Check with your intuition
The world is awaiting
You
Awakened

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MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Few Broken Pegs’

Talk is cheap
Like a sheep
Guarded by a dog
In the head thick fog


No more plastic bags
On the line few broken pegs
TV never switched on
The grand delusion nearly gone

Vapor rising from a kettle
On mediocre hard to settle
Pour a cup of fresh hot brew
All the drama will be through


Smashed avo on rye toast
Staying put on the Coast
Imposter syndrome common ills
Everyone has a bag of skills


Crack the hardened shell
Come see the rising veil
Light shining inside
No place for fear to hide

Struck as if by lightning
Past hurts no more frightening
Weep at the hunched willow
All the worries in one pillow


Wipe the tears blow the nose
See the beauty of the Rose
Nature comforts our cries
Clouds move up in the skies

Wisdom comes in mundane tasks
Strip the ego of its masks
Happy time of inner child
Just sip along and smile

Live truly for a while.

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