MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In The Clouds ‘

hands on fire
head in the cloud
i have a desire
to say it aloud

to speak out
the truth to share
but then i freak out
and would not dare

words don’t come
my voice is weak
rule of thumb
i hardly speak

what is the matter
why do i choke
internal chatter
cracking a joke

the joke is on me
who cares more
invisible army
raging a war

sweaty palms
to face my fears
deceptive calms
under my tears

gather some strength
take a breath deep
stop writing at length
acting like a sheep …
go get some sleep
talk is cheap

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 – ‘Empty Vessel’

empty vessel
containing no thing
no thought no memories
vast new landscape

blank canvas
smell of freshness
newly stretched
onto the frame

the lived dream
of meditators
the perception of
newborns

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Quiz’

what is there
blank stare
what is there
looking out the eyes
what is there
too many lies

who is there
to save us from ourselves
who is there
to dodge the crowd
who is there
to figure it all out

where is there
peace in the world
where is there
beauty without art
where is there
joy in the heart

when is there
moment of calm
when is there
the best time
when is there
no more crime

why is there
so many questions
why is there
in and out breath
why is there
birth and death