morning alleyway
silent feet shuffle
river of grey suits
lights faintly glow
distant smell of coffee
bakery opens the door
city full of ghosts
screen in hand
heading to a desk
morning routine
run on autopilot
eyes half shut
fresh coffee sip
time to regain
consciousness
awareness still
in deep sleep
shrouded in a veil
vision of a bleak future
not enough to sustain
whims of the offsprings
on a hamster wheel
going nowhere far
waiting aimlessly
for the one day
the shiny knight arrives
to slay the dragon…
to win this game
to break out
of the cage
wake up
from the daily
societal dream
crack the code
realize-be
awareness…
the knight
Tag: savior
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Cushy Diet’
could it be called finicky
choosing food that has no face
frying bugs for lunch
saving the bum of human race
ice cubes on a plate
the vegan special best of all
zero fat and zilch of sugar
plus low cholesterol
wash it down with soda water
full of bubbles large and small
satiety in the belly
can it last from spring to fall
feed for livestock toasted oats
rainforests on the brink
those above in cushy seats
have no brain to think
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Debt of One Day’
While she slept under a willow
Groundhog’s day graced her pillow
Morning dew on an open flower
Coffee cup to give her power
Slippers off and heels we go
Brush off dust from her ego
Do the hair and put on mask
Two faced tigress what a task
Pouring rain or blaring sun
Keeping fit while on the run
So much to win no way to quit
Sold her soul to make a quid
Owning nothing but her sorrow
In more life debt still tomorrow
Cuckoo clock on the hour
Locking her in the tallest tower
In the darkness of the night
Fighting her invisible fight
Shutting her lips waiting for a kiss
What if her prince gave it a miss
Empty purse and gold instead of heart
Don’t be a tart!
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Free Smiles at the Bar’
FREE SMILES AT THE BAR
One who smiles a lot
Carries calm wrinkles
One who frowns often
Keeps a horseshoe face
One who needs Corona
To quench their thirst
One gets their dose of news
To satisfy their curious mind
The hook has been thrown
The shrimp is on the line
Drowning fish in the ocean
Suffocating for air
Nothing more than a bite
Food for some wild life for others
No eyes can see through
The tricks of the mind
Where do you turn
On the edge of the Earth
Your back towards the past
Future’s worst nightmare
Coming to age of maturity
Awakening of newborn Souls
Witch channels on the TV set
Proclaiming one marketed truth
One needs a lot of dope-amine
To sustain this life cycle
Without a razor and haircuts
Non essential castaways
Bleak enough forecast
Showers unforeseen
Rainbow lost its hue
Sun burned a hole inside my brain
Savior’s number scratched off the page
“Is it me you’re looking for?”
A soft voice responds to my cries
From the music box
Standing at the bar
Closed temporarily
Waiting for a takeaway
Shot of illusion of reality
Toast!