Short Sleepwalkers Poems

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Sleepwalkers

dearest friend among the halls,
i shall answer the dreamer's calls,

to where you stand i long to be,
to wake with you beside me,

we met in night by bright moon beam,
when i first met you in my dream.
Form: Couplet


Vigilant

With you, I gladly 
dance the sleepwalkers' waltz, yet 
still, while on my way 

to descend, picking 
up the thread by following 
Ariadne's line, 

like vigilant ones, 
I would rather desire to
be on the watch by your side.
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Form: Choka

Receipes Abound....

Amixst the mix
as you're tossed in the mix
blended and stirred with the rest
not a very good receipe for love..........

The creation of a paranoid state of mind,

The doom talkers are dream stalkers
as we remain sleepwalkers.....
being fenced into security
caused by aggresive action

Beware of the wolf in lambs clothing....

Untitled Dover Beach

Death is the thing with feathered wings
Here on these rocky Dover cliffs
Against which breaks perpetual wave upon wave
    Melting away this earth-stone base
    Atop which rests the sky


Sleepwalkers, walking with lead-laden feet
They dream only of falling, falling
Let us, love, dream of one another
    Beneath the white gulls crying
    And the moon-tides dying

Goodmorning Sleepwalkers

Goodmorning sleepwalkers
The restless night now stands behind you
Those long hours of darkness are replaced by the light
May the warmth embrace you
After the chill seeps to your bones
You shuffle with the fatigue
Of your constant nightly struggle
To finally rest in the radiance of the sun
Goodmorning, sleepwalkers
As you desperately try to recall why
How you ended up this way
Now with your heart awake
You run to nowhere


The Sleepwalkers

I KNOW I am asleep--I want to awaken, but I don't know how...
so I sleep and sleep with eyes wide open and brain churning,
trying to wake myself, you, all the sleepers as they dream that 
endless dream we call life....

We sleep and dream, dream and sleep,but we never awaken, 
not even if we win medals of gold and silver 
or the purple hearts of war--we just sleep and dream, 
dream and sleep, all from the time we are born
until the moment we die--

THEN WE AWAKEN!

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