MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Melatonin High’

Melatonin High

Partially complete
Peacefully tired
Prepared to sleep

Convinced of life
Coming together
Cunningly perfect

Astonished by nature
Aware of dark circles
Awaiting next steps

Sleep doesn’t come
Staying put in bed
Sweet dreams far away

Only silence prevails
Oneness with it all
Obliterate any thought

Nature moves
Night has fallen
Never mind my rest

Indigo colored sky
Inhale shallow breath
Into the night

Falling
Flying
Free!

Melatonin high

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Riddled’

Riddled

As we march
Into the unpredictable
The well known ‘me’
With the insecure ‘I’

The rumbling of thoughts
Swooshing through my brain
Sparks of thunderbolts
Flashes of lightning

Microscopic greatness
On a Petri dish
Slush of fat cells
Moving through space

Invisible chains
Holding my reality
World full of sanitation
Yet without sanity

Training my perception
To look at the beauty
With grace and awe
Full of expectation
An order in an action

Stay with me
Hold me tight
We are meant to be
Have a free will
Only sign here

Illusions vanished
What came after
The time of honeymoon
Love and peace

Esteemed architects
Burning bridges
Dry land of bare souls
Living in harmony

Truth on a plate
Masking tape fell off
Wrinkled soul
Shivers exposed in the heat

Calling no number
Breaking silence
Deep within
Found the Self

Lost in the heat of night
Day full of promise
Best of times to be had
Yet to dream big

Shadows of the I
Creeping up on my Self

Exposed

Blended into wholeness

MIDNIGHT POETRY “Fooled Into Being Normal”

“FOOLED INTO BEING NORMAL”

Blind and mute
Before birth occurred
Hoaxed into living
Following suit

Coming out of darkness
Daylight rubs the eyes
Scream for the first breath
Better than staying dead

Murmur and sound
Chaos all around
Touch on the skin
To be bare now a sin

Time is of an essence
Soon adolescence
Knock on the door
Story for a new decor

Dress and heels
Case full of skills
Rising on a leader
Resting on a feather

Upon passing years
Lust and dreaded fears
Change is in the air
Going Vego to be fair

Life of pure love no more lust
Content before being dust
Priorities changing gear
Into the unknown bravely steer

Formless mind and fatty brain
Chemical imbalance holds the rein
Vivid images of unseen form
Sounds that disturb the norm

What really matters who really cares
What meaning do we give life and is it fair
In the meantime take another breath
And go to fetch your daily bread

MIDDAY POETRY “Instantly Moreish”

Instantly Moreish

I cried and my eyes flooded old rivers
I smiled and my mouth shaped new valleys
The tears of joy came unexpectedly
Above all the lies the truth resides

My heart beats to the bongo drums
My liver filters toxic memories
I raise a praise to the grey matter
For keeping it all in sync

The order which runs my blood around
Does not sleep and never stops dry
I go about my day with a fresh look on my face
Knowing that I am looked after and cared for

Whatever I call it whatever name I give
It bursts way beyond those vowels
More life there is given with each breath
Homeostasis keeps me balanced inside out

My heart opened to new discoveries
My mind shattered old structures
What stays permanent moves around
Constant flow of dissatisfaction.

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