LAST NIGHT

I have taken to sleeping with a notebook and pen or my smart phone that has "Word" on it as invariably the "need" to write always tends to hit me around 1 am. Last night was no exception, I couldn't sleep, but was resting as ordered to by my doctor as my immune system was very down, with having shingles two weeks previous and recently gastroenteritis, when as usual as is with "Guides", "Put the light on! you must write!" So here is the result, three poems, written in twenty minutes, in this order. "Thanks guys upstairs!" lol.

Tenfold, make no mistake

Reality check and time to wake
The time has come make no mistake
And so shall ye reap for what ye sow
For to do unto others the Universe will know
Guess what, this is your wake up call
For Spirit knows what goes on, they know it all
There is no escape for what karma states
For it knows all our good and our mistakes
It reaches deep into your mind
Too late, your future's been already signed
There is a constant ebb and flow
A balance must be tallied, Karma, it knows
For what is given, must be received
Good, kind, indifferent or evil all perceived
Lessons are taught, know them well
The lessons go deeper into the soul
They challenge us dearly, but from which we grow
We cannot interfere into another's path
We have to accept out fate, our challenges hath
Are tough but they teach us why we are here
So repent at leisure is a true saying, life costs us dear
If we live giving love and kindness instead of envy, jealousy or hate
The Universe will shine on us tenfold, make no mistake

MPB (c)

A Soliloquy of Silence

I think of you in the stupid hours
When stillness reigns
Hush, there is quiet
Except for the chatter of my mind
I put on the light and look at the time
I have yet not slept
You, etch deep into my brain
Why wont you go?
I wait for stillness
I may wait a long time

To pass the hours I write
Letters that will never be posted
Emails that will never be sent
The deafening silence is broken with the chatter
Constant bickering chatter
See what you do! still
You never believed me when I was with you
So does it matter I write dead correspondence
Maybe not for you, but for me
A soliloquy of silence, i write

MPB (c)

My words are my fire

I'd have thought by now the words would have died
But still they flow
Flow like a downward rapid stream
Sometimes calm and sometimes meandering
Others they gush
Gushing obscenities, sometimes
I wait for the drought to come
But hence forth like a thunderstorm of tears
The dam is burst
And those damn words cloud and flow
Over and through my brain
Flooding and saturating my thoughts
I feel I am in a maze
A maze of words broken periodically by reality
I'll bet you're not feeling the same
Your heart had a cold chamber
That would freeze out feelings
My love could not melt the icicles that resided there
My heart is fuelled with flames
Fire against ice
My words are my fire and burn eternally

MPB (c)