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Handpicked, like coffee seeds or strawberries, ten eggs I kept
Like a tensed insomniac, for a long time I'd not slept
I found a change in the bloom of the dermis as days passed
There came out surprise-filled tint tots, elegance unsurpassed.
Red, green, blue, purple, and yellow, like a compressed rainbow
With perfectly blown balloons, as children merrily glow.
As seedlings spring up at night and glisten in the morning,
These soft talc and cloud agate gems appear without warning.
Standing erect and straight with sun-moon-stars-tinged, blazing eyes;
Robotic reflexes; peep, peep, peep, filling up the skies
Judgement quality of quantity like the honeybees
Psychic contagion is in them, like treasures in deep seas.
Symbols of resurrection, springtime splendours, and new life
A masterpiece of nature's craftsmanship after a strife
Scenes of Elysium, Coleus, and Jannah revealed
The mysteries of chicks, like the Milky Way, are concealed.
You're in love-plight and sing for me each night,
As though abandoned by the savage world;
On the kingsize bed, here, we spouses fight,
In whirlpools of nightmares, I'm, often, hurled...!
Insomniac and sleepwalking; I sing,
Mindlessly over roofs with broken tiles;
And hear from a far-off church, my knells ring,
Faded from our faces are those soft smiles...!
In the furnace of the cast we get burned,
Religions stand far and harp on morals;
When, lo, to ashes, our physiques get turned,
Will zeitgeists glorify us with laurels...?
Could clutches of cultures, yet, long hold back?
Yeah, at last, breaking the caves of our graves,
Our nightingales, within, will make crypts crack,
Sweet songs will soar over soundless sea waves...!!!
10 April 2023
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TRAVAILS OF A NON-INSOMNIAC
Everything around was going peacefully and fine
until a new family occupied the flat above mine.
The cacophony at the day time is rather tolerable,
but the noise that rattled the night is unbearable.
When it’s time for me to sleep every single night
their nocturnal activities begin, imagine my plight.
Tables and chairs make unending creaking crawl,
heavy footsteps on floor, the ceiling seems to fall.
The broken sleep tortured takes a fatigued flight
leaving me anguished ranting on pillow whole night.
Repeated requests haven’t yet yielded any result,
being insomniac, I’m falsely told, isn’t theirs, my fault.
After nightly torment I’m in so much of mental strain,
it’s a matter of time when sleep starved I’ll go insane.
I don’t know what I should do now, I have no clue,
would anybody care to advise me if I should sue.
December 26, 2018
i look at you tonight
even after we fight
i cannot be mad at you
for my love for you is so true
i think i will get up and make you coffee
perhaps scoop up that ice cream you love with the toffee
maybe i will just steal me a 'forgive me' kiss
no matter if it is all hit or miss
i will be the silliest clown just to see you smile
it is what drew me to you all the while
you got me whipped and you know it's true
i am just another guy who oftentimes have not a clue
i laugh softly to myself because we have been through worse
you startle me back to reality as you laugh right with me and say 'i'm sorry' first
The nights are dark..
The nights are long
Full moon glowing..
Many sleepless nights ..
Tossing and turning
Eyes are wide opened..
Insomniac events explodes..
Desperation sets in..
An invasion of fear..
Body is fatigued
Deep dark thoughts multiplies..
Delerium is my friend..
As distortions occur through the night..
A never ending night..
An eternity it seems..
A battle with insomnia
Hoping and praying for shut eye..
The sleep state awaits me..
It has been over due...
The dream state awaits me ..
Followed by the various sleep cycles..
A tranquil, peaceful, calming sleep..
Awaits..
Tranquility soon shall dominate insomnia..
A battle with insomnia shall end
Defeating insomnia along with sleepless nights..
A beautiful vision of sweet dreams awaits..
Butterflies~
scarred and stained,
breathe within a glass cocoon
spun with black-widow silk and smoke,
waving weary wings
in the midst of nothingness,
c h a i n e d with bleeding petals
from a garden of grief,
caught in gossamer greed,
that feeds insidious seeds
to this chrysalis heart,
weeping in seething silence,
as the world cares not to heed
tunes of trauma,
ricocheting through
flutes of patience,
oblivious to the p a i n they flutter
upon fickle fields of Zeus~
a battlefield designed in crestfallen roses,
a home that froze my desire to dream.
O my bloody Valentine,
bloody valentine,
I see through your
bouquet of bleached bones,
wrapped with paper promises,
perfumed with lethal potions
to lure me back into
the crystalline cage
of a vindictive vulture,
dressed as Romeo,
armored with Cupid’s charm,
f l i r t i n g with fragility
in narcissistic grace…
But must I forever
be a prisoner of the sinister sun,
carving my skin
with poisoned rays?
Or am I to remain mute
in your mansion of malignant marigolds?
For I feel the deceptive dews
floating through those corpse-like eyes
that seized the skies of innocence,
dragging diamond-dusted daggers
amidst wistful stars,
leaving me unheard and unseen,
while I scream through scorching stillness,
engrossed in somber solitude,
awaiting the
delicate d a n c e
of morning glows
to caress the insomniac
pillows I rest my fears upon,
questioning the next wave of violence
that would
clothe me in nothing but deep blue~
b r u i s e s.
When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt,
I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity,
amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining regrets~
upon flowers, swaying forsaken, to butterfly ballads?
But will oblivious eyes, roaming the blackness of selfish spheres~
where prayers are abandoned as meaningless metaphors,
ever feel the darkness we carry, when tears no longer flow in lakes with swans, to be seen?
It is in melted muteness, we reveal realness of suppressed pain,
as childhood fears scribbled as forbidden secrets~
rewind on repeat through holographic lens of life,
mirroring bloodstained fingerprints etched across linen of chastity…
So tonight, when blue moon in my mind ascends in insomniac stillness,
listen to the sulfuric sins scattered as flashbacks of an onyx rose,
as vandalized veins scream in helplessness,
awaiting a sculptured sunrise that bleeds balmy ointments for burnt blisters,
while I remain, in mists of misery, weaving prose,
to erase tattooed torment that stole starry symphonies within my soul. ..
morning sun makes me cry
i punish myself for making her go
i guess i was too anxious and too frigidly afraid all at once
i guess i watched too much of a certain thing on tv and read too many thematic books
afternoon sun makes me sweat
i punish myself for scaring her off
i wish i was way more patient with our connection and our bonding
i wish i was way less impatient with my fingers, my tongue, and Ole Jimmy Wayne Brown
fully risen moon makes me an incapable insomniac
i punish myself for causing her to label me as poison
i pray that one day she our paths will cross again
i pray that one day a second chance will be the special 'See' answer
next day sunrise alarm clock makes me look like a funky fool once again
A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick
Hid the wick
Burn twice as bright
Burn twice as fast
If it's not to much to ask
Please don't touch
I plan to last
You spend your lives
Looking for a light
The brighter
The better
While you
Were playing with fire
The wolves
Made the cellular decision
To develop night vision
Some worms
Who make their home
In the ground
Have it in their genome
To have eyes
Big surprise
They said no
We'll live off of pure sound
Ah the simple solutions
You prefer a crutch
To evolution
Let me explain more
In the abyss
Above the ocean floor
The fish use light
To lure in the prey
Others use it to confuse
The predator
So they can get away
Why do fish
That live in the absence of light
Even have eyes
Plato was wrong
All things are swallowed
In madness
Death is just the path
Given to the stubborn
Given my level
Of insanity
I'll live forever
I'm too crafty
Developed invisibility
Nothing will catch me
Nor know when I come
Or where I go
Unless I need an alibi
Seriously though
Why do those fish
Have eyes
"Mother,
You are my heartbeat
and I'm your lifeline,
we both are 'one',
as an inseparable hue of purity,
smeared upon the sacrosanct lotus..."
As you cradle
those sleepless stars,
swirling in my
insomniac flurry ink,
lulling me to
honeydew-soaked
slumber and
letting these
unicorn-lights
twinkle within every
pearlescent pulse,
my heart flies
across gentle
wonderlands of
fairy-knitted dreams,
believing in
seraphic miracles.
Although, I may
have been
drenched in
cavernous
bloodstorms and
my heart bleeds
russet hail, but,
you will always
heal my hauntings
with your
calendula-glazed
peridot symphonies,
forever shielding
my saffron
innocence within
your womb
of compassion,
soft like
creamy cotton,
and periwinkle-rosy
flickers of love.
I've been blessed
with the crimson-gold
warmth of a
motherly sunflower,
amidst this
cold autumnal
rain of bitter flakes
and spiced leaves.
You are my
white-lotus-winged
mermaid, a
featherless angel,
and this
watercolor child
will always draw
peony-incensed
gardens, carrying
the fruity fragrance
of maternal croons.
This lifetime
will incessantly
echo with nascent
harp's harmonies,
of a daffodil-
daughter's melody
for her spring-
scented mother,
for, it's the
only rare truth,
that has been
revealed amongst
onyx blades,
scattered across these
vulturous skies.
I never dream to
fathom those
lavender beaches
of snowy sonnets,
without the
cashmere caress
of your sheen
cinnamon shawl,
that gives me relief
from aching
frostbites,
rewarded by
this wistful world,
immersed in apathy.
I forevermore
wish to be that
last 'princess petal',
that remains
eternally etched
to the selfless
nurturing of your
pinkish throne.