MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Bordered Reality’

What ever you say
What ever you do
Will not matter
When you are blue


Distance relations
Bordered reality
Masked faces
Random fatality


Could it be true
Weeds need a spray
Round up people
One left to pray


Sterile needle
Prick plays the part
With pride and joy
Jab without heart

Stay still or lie flat
There is Zombie in your bed

MORNING POETRY -“The sign of the time”

Morning glory writes a new story
Wrapped in a soft white haze
The night disappeared full of dreamy craze

Predigested soup of midnight news
Coupled with a lid an overflowing pot
At dawn we are fed new insane plot

The grown ups swept by a scenic battle
The throne is full of soft used tissues
The kingdom on their finest issues

Where there were neurons now neurotics
Fit for a purpose crumbling of the brain
Plastered by a sedative shot in the vein

What kind of humanity are we bringing up
Streets full of zombies covering their smile
With a loss of appetite to live for a while

Fire in the belly no brain in an empty head
Divine beings wings missing a feather
Tossing in a boiling pot united together

Collision with a sign

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Fully Grown’

When all rivers run wild again
When sun rises in the wee small hours
When bread is baked from sour flours
When can we open eyes ours

On the approach of the age in the middle
On the roof sits a funny man with a fiddle
On the table cereals in a small round bowl
On the wall a cuckoo clock time piddle

The Minerva her soldiers confused
The observer who has been used
The rights of people plainly abused
The patience that has been tested

From the moon that shines white glow
From the groom to loving husband
From bare skin to a full chest grow
From innocence to maturity flow

Our unity has been breached
Our insanity has been reached
Our sterility has been preached
Our stability totally undermined

Who can we call to save our brain
Who is there to breakthrough our pain
Who has the power to change our mind
Who is the Savior going to reign

For timid mankind it could get worst
For greater happiness safety leaves first
For our clarity there is no thirst
For the nonsense bubble to burst

Chaos is the key

MORNING POETRY – ‘Trojan Horse’


Crescendo of innuendos
Reaching new heights
Breaking static noise

Sterile dish
Meal of no taste
Palms still in sink

Half covered face
Robbed of a smile
Stern looks in lieu

Unconscious and unaware
Trojan horse invited in
Blind trust in appearance

Diving in murky waters
Emaciated by fear
Sinking to the bottom

Rise! Make the sun rise again
Throw off the shackles
Break free and smile

Off the hook