Best Peoplesleep Poems
Beautiful painted Vardo’s and smooth olive skin
Glistening from outside and beauty locked pure within
Precious metal of gold; yellow, rose and solid white
Sat by the camps log fire telling stories through the night
Tarot cards of wisdom and future yet to be told
Close as mother nature as they travel through the cold
Crystal balls enchanted with the gypsy ladies blood
Fortune telling so potent that the heart begins to flood
Men of honour proudly leaded by the gypsy king chief
Ladies sleep inside whilst the men all sleep beneath
Mystery arises, can they sense the of deepness of lies
Enchantment and mystical admiring true gypsy eyes
I sleep
and in the awakened dream
I sleep there too
I sleep in the seamless silence of the snow
in the last liquid of the empty cup I am asleep
in the last anguish of your eyes I close my own
the cars the streets the houses
empty in the dark coffin of night
there dreamless, and I sleep
in the boundaries of the couch, the toilet, the stove
we are sleeping
I will not disturb us
or light a match on the roof of my mouth
or tend the carpet with my feet
the plants are thirsty for my tears
I will not water them
the chairs the tv my coffee are waiting
I will not go to them
they are dreams
dreams of the planet's course hurtling
their projectiles lost in the chest of the soldier
Walt Whitman awake amidst the pile of limbs
and the shriek of truth
beneath the warm blanket.
My head hits the pillow
But sleep won't come
A deeper darkness descends
As memories of past sins
Come flooding back
Faces haunt my every turn
I light the fire, their bodies burn
Rivers of blood
From my sea of rage
All noted down
On the policeman's page
Now I'm here in their filthy cell
Deprived of sleep
By my personal hell
I rested much easier
Before they made me find Jesus