I’m tired and my exhausted eyes refuse to fold My timid soul is very restless and wild awake It craves the sleeping time I can no longer hold Oh sleep give me thy frailed gray hands to take .
It is quite late and all the sleep I crave is elusive It’s casually playing by the rules of the universe And the nap I seek this hour appears less active Saving the sweet yawning and nap that I deserve .
Night is now here but nap seeps beyond the light So come back to where your presence is needed Hurry up ,you insomnia master of the starry night Run to where some little bit of nap is appreciated .
It’s late and I genuflect before my bed and weep Appear to me you dark and sleepy phenomenon Bring me a sweet dream to process when I sleep Come help find that old sleepless elusive demon .
I hate the self-immolation of orange sex. Weather was leaving blue strings on the skin. Redemption was incomplete by sharing the legs Lips will not knead the ears. Like wakng in darkness for a passage to grief. Black moon will
A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole
The dark clouds are rolling in quickly, wild wind blows fast and fiercely Many leaves and twigs start twirling around and circling Feeling like Edgar Allen Poe, In the distance I can hear some echo’s Of many dog’s barking in
Pillage started, when there were anti-answers. The trapped light- wanted to be released, from brutalism. When you were nearly drowned, in the multitude of questions, joining the palms, you collect the moments of solitude. You drop a key in the
As the sun dives into the beguiling sky And the darkness is about to smear the vault of heaven. The mind, then wanders the lonesome places. The moment , when the mollified region is filled with despondency. The night, then