Avenus Sans Pitie Poet Lyric

Sleep

There’s a ghost in the whiskey sour tonight  
Shaped like a woman’s laugh by neon lights  
In Busan where the Sam Duk pepper steams  
Meh-Kong Rum burns like half-remembered dreams  
Daylight cracks the blinds like shattered glass  
And every morning, grief is first to pass  

Give me sea with no shore in sight  
Give me jazz from Bangkok’s balmy nights  
Just one more Cuban cigar on a sun-soaked pier  
One more dark woman whispering "please stay here"  
But most of all, Lord, what I’d destroy  
Is to sleep just once like I slept when I was a boy  

This bed’s too wide, sheets too cold and clean  
Like the club near Lum-pini where the sax screams  
And the Sun-Tory sours bit like winter rain  
Now I just count the ceiling’s water stains  
The nightmares come like merchant ships at dawn  
No land in sight… just rollin' on, and on, and on  

Give me sea with no shore in sight  
Give me jazz from Bangkok’s steamy nights  
Just one more Cuban cigar on a sun-soaked pier  
One more dark woman whispering "please stay here""  
But most of all, Lord, what I’d destroy  
Is to sleep just once like I slept when I was a boy  

They say one day it won't be the first thing I know  
When the rooster crows and the sun’s first glow  
Just a second… like some half-forgotten tune  
While I read ‘bout adventures beneath the moon  
But tonight the pain’s a anchor, heavy and deep  
And all I want… is one long, dreamless sleep  

So give me sea with no shore in sight  
Give me jazz from Bangkok’s hot nights  
One more Cuban cigar on a sun-soaked pier  
One last dark woman whispering "please stay here"  
But trade it all, every memory and toy  
Just to sleep… one night… like I slept when I was a boy...

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Beata Agustin July 11, 2026 at 3:11 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Avenus Sans Pitie July 11, 2026 at 4:10 AM Thank you.... I write in other people's points of view, fantasy, true stories, my own experiences. They are all songs actually and all songs are poems.

Candide Diderot July 9, 2026 at 4:57 AM "But trade it all, every memory and toy Just to sleep… one night… like I slept when I was a boy..." Fabulous. You are wasted here in these pages. Ghosts need a place to park their thoughts...and dreams. Avenus Sans Pitie July 9, 2026 at 11:40 AM Thank you. I'll be posting more in the coming days.