Long Sleepwalkers Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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Spark to light the fire. It’s my life mission to gain the knowledge of what makes people laugh and intrigued by my experiences in my never ending and changing life. I want people to know...

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"The Emperor’s New Clothes"

We write about beliefs
our prayer flags flying 
like chrysallis books on a branch 
of those higher deities we trust, 
submerged, we are always listening 

in our quiet hours of sleep
mostly when 3.33...

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Oh watch now, the naive girls
walking in evening dreams
and stand in dust pools, dry and rocky.
Tell me, my love, how do they stand so perfectly straight,
among the talks of good and evil, among the talks...

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Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams,
And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting.
Sleepwalkers amongst stars that never slumber, searching...

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What lies beneath the nuptial necropolis?
Sun-glints of memory,
warm rays of kinder days,
tranquil as the soil-sleepers
before they broke the coffin confines
and howled free.
What lies beneath the crying cairns?

The pearling bones, bone-pearls
of scattered skulls and souls.
Draughts of...

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I found myself
Wandering across
A dreamscape
That was not my own;
And wondering
About the many
Dreamscapes of
The wanderers,
Suddenly seeing
That I was wandering
The dreamscape of
The wonderers of
The wanderers
That still wonder;—
A dreamscape
All my own and
Still not mine.

I found myself
Moseying with
The meanderers;
Found...

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Just breathe it in -
This side of happiness,
With smoking factories and dust.
Forget the scene
With flowing emptiness
(been mirrored to a hidden lust
In glassy pond
Of dreams and madnesses)
This would have never come again
The way beyond
That frames of...

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She did not recall those nightly forages
 Those midnight snacks had packed on the pounds
 From her eating habits she couldn't disengage
She needs to solve the mystery of those midnight rounds

 Her husband was suspicious...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."                      ...

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If music were but, mere dreams
What a bitter sorrowful waste this would be
Thus shadows, and to play a note
A meager reminder of a world without hope

Nexus of the heart blacker than grayer
Taste, loveless sapor than...

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Every so once in a while
I'm telling you this with no guile

I simply have to escape


Well rested from the night before
at least in hours of apneic snore


Found I in pitiable shape



It happens none to often
Or...

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Being was my forte, 
where the words speak no more
a lifetime of black stillness, 
the sunflowers sleeping. 
The controller and the enquiry
freeze the ozone. 
I repent again for all the sins of eloquence,
the rustling of...

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Whether poets, showmen or philosophers,
Or mere cowboys who follow herds—
They all want to leave behind a lasting mark—
More than frail paper etched with words.

But the cold, hard truth still lies in the doing
And all but...

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I need to quit wasting my time and letting people distract me people who try to Sidetrack me they are not my friends nothing gets done willpower will dwarf any negative Force or energy so...

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