Passion Sleep Poems

Slumber can wait, as twilight calls
Paper and pen quiet the rage
Transported down memories’ halls
Time’s passage, like print on a page

Through the flowing ink, words appear
Musings...

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And I remember everything 
               I’d done that whole day long
It...

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Self, is near—
From that internal glowering;
A night before. A.M. vague
Made the habit—
Now all's up in the sandy mist

Settling around me, as
The morning blooms open up...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

Found us abed thee twelfth day
of December, cuz yours truly 
still felt dehydration, physical 
fatigue...

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She stood in thrall to the Magyar
As, one hand cupped to a breast,
The other picked careful notes 
From the guitar against his chest,
So they made...

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Far away, over the monstrous gray summits
As dusking shadows crept stealthily on,
When night had turned more stygian
And glow worms had begun throwing flickers of light
Like...

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ravens scream
at midnight high
forever looking into the moon 
it’s magnetic white light glowing
a dark house feeling distant 
on an enigmatic horizons seam
dogs eyes glow distantly
Canines...

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Let us curry favor in dog star's
splendid laughing light 
bring the crash of passion's waves
through two arms held tight. 

I carry your wishes in love's
knapsack,...

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The further I traveled from 
me, the closer I came to you – 
found myself nearing with 
such found release...my heart swelling 
sweet generous nectar;...

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Sleeping thoughts
Heavy dreams
When I sleep
Its like high beams
Lights in my face 
Heavy heart pounding
But no matter where I turn
Its like I can't let the sound...

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work work work
sleep sleep work
this is my life
I am a jerk

work work work
sleep sleep work
why do I do it?
is this a strange quirk?

work work work
sleep...

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Beddie bye boo ski time for yours truly and/or the missus

(joining "Wynken, Blynken and Nod"
at figurative drop of hat
even if yours truly immediately
woke from his...

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Longing for the man I’ve never met
his warmth and tenderness,
Arms around me to help me sleep
closeness to him makes me weak.
Drifting to a place of...

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I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.

I loved...

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a remembrance of the perfect girl
      the phantoms of a wakeless world
        ...

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