Deep in the Night

With a canine howl,
In their nightly prowl,
A graveyard shift,
Begins its rift.
The whistle blows,
The path he tows,
In his regular drunken lows.

The lunar gleam,
A street light beam,
An army of bugs,
Fly in a team.
Deep in the night,
When nothing's right,
A curiosity glows in his mind.

Soft moans,
He hears them groan,
In a warm summer night,
Inhibitions thrown.
By the window,
Behind the tree,
He stands to spy; on a late night spree.

Creaking bed,
With passions red,
Lovers in arms,
And his heart beat sped.
Deep in the night,
When nothing's right,
He tries to catch a sight.

He thinks it's fun,
To catch someone,
In carnal pleasure,
A divine leisure.
But he doesn't know,
It ain't so,
A lover's bedroom scene.

In the lover's room,
A dark truth loom,
There's no other,
Than a bloody murder,
Deep in the night,
When nothing's right,
He tries to catch a sight.

The mind outside,
Has a phallus alight,
He hears orgasm,
And he spurts his jism.
But a life was taken,
By a soul unshaken,
In the dark of the night.

Now everything's silent,
Calm not violent,
The watchman makes a move.
A body slayed,
Of a woman laid,
On crushed white sheets,
Now turned rouge.

So the reality,
Is a fancy my friend.
What you think it is,
Might not tend.
The next time you, look at the sky;
Take notice, it ain't so high.
Neither the stars,
That seem to twinkle,
Is just an atom-spheric jingle.
The breath you take,
In the moments awake,
May give you answers,
To all that bothers.
And in that second, you could see,
There's no you neither me.

(C) Mina Orgone

About me

Having walked the Earth for years,

Seen happy moments and that of tears,

Seen unknown planets and different men,

Here I come back once again.

Scent of ocean, I prefer to wear,

A bike I ride, but no head-gear,

Of fleeting thoughts and zipping dots,

I look ahead and not the rear.

A star-gazer? That I am.

Of Orion, Cetus and Caelum.

In deep space my mind dwells,

It has a story, that no one tells.

For all that is and which is me,

It's just not what it seems to be.

To tell the story of The Holy Zen,

Here I come back, once again.

-Mina Orgone