MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Under The Skin’

Under the skin there is fatty layer
For all our trouble Iet’s make a prayer
So many memories locked in the cells
Healing our egos with translucent gels

Too many sunburns in my youth
The surgeon tells me – Is it the truth
Time wasted getting tanned on the beach
Skinned to the bone soft like a peach

Chills down my spine from the sterile bed
For anesthetic potions I am now glad
Soothing music from the stereo player
Cuts through the skin to the deeper layer

Sharp move of the little steel knife
Clenching my jaws holding for life
Released my fears into white pillow
Chopped piece of me weighed like a kilo

The leftover me

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Bridge of Hope’

Standing atop a ridge
Buried alive living dead
Emotions are the bridge
Of our heart and our head

Stay put in the core of movement
Let the world roll off its track
Trust and believe in improvement
Create new life without lack

Trophies of internal battle
Make a stark chest decoration
Steady moving like a cattle
Not knowing their destination

Find new hope in flower buds
Open your eyes to natures love
Where is no water there are no floods
With Mighty presence right above

Let it pour…There is more

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘There Is No Hell’

Meaning to tell
There is no hell
Outside the mind
So let’s be kind

One would not be
Rather than me
Out of my mind
Indoors confined

Cold like the bones
Feel those over tones
Coming out of mud
From the last flood

Picture on the wall
Crochet floppy doll
Stale air in the lungs
Speaking in tongues

Brain cells starving
New pathways carving
TV drama hard to bear
Switch it off get off the chair

Wind in the woods
From our childhoods
Memories live in trees
Time can not freeze

The dose of happy daily news
Non-dairy cows singing their moo’s
Chirping of birds in big old trees
May we our life fully seize

Until it stops delivering

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Have No Shame’

Let your beaming smile glow
Reflect the light of the moon
Beat your heart slow
Until you find your tune


Walk out of the shopping mall
Live in organized fashion
Prop your back to the wall
Grab a book on compassion


Stay on your path, well of the road
Those who practice play the game
Reaching deeper into the code
Loving the past with no shame


Be on time wherever you go
Those who are late are often sorry
When their life changes its flow
Wishful they wrote their own story


Stop and smell the flower bud
Open to full spectrum blossom
Bring oxygen to your blood
Your soul will feel awesome


Like the bullet train on track
Speed of light crushed in an hour
Let the nature have your back
Slow down by an immense power

Rush to nowhere skip out running
Give your body deserved rest
Watch the sunset it is stunning
Stay off your mobile and be blessed


Dissolved In Infinitum