When somethings so right
We laughed like children
We were as big as the Universe
We laughed at the sun and smiled at the moon
Choosing to return your smile on this April day
Something feels so right
The Universe echoes forever its beginning of time
I could take you home
The tyrrant of truth at your comnand
There's voices in the sky
Remember the feeling of games we played
A teaspoon of bad is ok
Look down at yourself
Can you leave
Then if you do please come home
In town sacrifice to the late sleepwalkers of the early dawn
A walk in the cold be nice or sooner straight out of fiction
I believe in you
Believe enough of yourself to be you
Cause we played out play
Zoomed by teenager life
We couldn't wait to live the lie
Started already forgetting to laugh
twilight
sleepwalkers
awaken
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 you'd find me in a coffin
The lure so interminably deep
Dream filled as I wonder through
The halls my cocoon a grayish blue
A place going farther than sleep
Wrestling a struggle to wakefulness
In my padded cell said with no jest
A decision made in resolve
In returning to the rest
Of sleepwalkers walking through their lives
A pattern I notice of brain fog
Precedes this place of which I log
To the place where cobwebs swept away
things sorted put once more in play
All inclinations and drives
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." -Anaïs Nin
Comprehensive thoughts arrive in the dark as we, unlit
keep pace like sleepwalkers in a world of drum and jangle
we never get close to the admittance of what we feel
long winter buffs and isolation
what are we made of,
wood ?
Pinnacles of surprise are set in motion
from the moment we perceive ourselves in others
the precious pursuit of company arrives,
at friendship's door
Through grace and restitution,
everything can be understood;
All embracing views set through enlightened souls
we are all Columbuses of this world
forever searching for each others border,
what are we made of ?
blood and vein .
Jan. 30, 2020
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 too
And he wondered what he should do
For someone was putting miles on his car!
It was really quite bizarre
So he installed cameras, both inside and out
To see what this mystery was all about
They reviewed the tapes after a couple days
They were both shocked and dismayed
There was his wife having a midnight snack
Sleepwalking to the kitchen and back!
The couple knew this was no dream
For there he was, driving down the road with high beams!
This sleepwalking couple knew just what to do
They'd kill two birds with one stone and go to the drive-thru!
--
7-20-18
Sleepwalking Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
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
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 Point your fingers your cameras and you're disdain at me because I am you and we are us, character alone speaks my battles it's a hard fight for him or her being alone in the dark with only God watching I no longer listen to random conversation I refuse to let the confusion of the world's Sleepwalkers affect Me so now I'm going blind to see.
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.
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!
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 sadness if
It'd forgotten the refrain:
The tragic ghost,
Who guards the tower -
The prison for non-standard souls.
It likes the most
Stealing the power
And filling up the "Tears' bowls"
At midnight eve,
When all sleepwalkers
Are up and pain themselves to love.
It can deceive
Them, silly talkers
About what's Under and Above.
And, being one
Of them, I promise
Not to forget my major aim,
But deal's been done.
Can't overcome this,
I'm tied to heretical flame.
I've lost myself.
Again end ever.
And I can't blame all this on you.
My fault. Dead elf
Again, however.
...But I still hope to find the clue
30.12.2012
NikA
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.
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 savor
Flowers wilt and will not, then they wither die
Laughter ends forthwith when only moments survive
Unmoving, undefining, joyous tears unwept, and never drying
Nor celebrations of song and dance relive or reviving
Simple songbirds mimic miming melancholy silent
Winds untheraputic cease, trees untickled lie dormant
That’s why I'm grateful for musical spiritual gifts
Through melodies, how Christ inspires and uplifts
Yes, if music were but, mere dreams
Then all of us sleepwalkers, a soul nonexistent, zombies in another reality
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 leaves.
Take care of mood,
hoarseness and slippery speech
there is no room for pain.
A whole tribe of thoughts
scatters the lines to avoid
becoming, featureless and nameless.
Boulders are falling on feathers.
I am leaning towards eerie winds.
The other side of the door
was misty. The kiss of fire.
Mind wanders aimlessly.
The destiny breaks the steps
of sleepwalkers. They are falling in dark,
towards dark. A moon rides the clouds,
its smile becoming larger & larger.
SATISH VERMA
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 a blessed few will fail—
But on we go like bison over the cliff—
Hoping our wings sprout and we sail.
And like restless sleepwalkers we do wander
From one thing and then to the next—
Till we find what it is that will then save us
To put life in proper context.
So on we scribble and strive for the right phrase—
Catch meaning and life in birds—
Put emotions and feelings we briefly hold
On this frail paper etched with words.
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....
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