The Sleeper
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
And Dreamer men take flight in haze;
For while one wastes their precious time,
The other makes most of their days.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
While Romantic laughs and cries;
For the first shall miss their life,
The other feel until he dies.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
For Sleeper still can dream;
Dream of a more romantic time,
Be three, but yet one seem.
poem by Liam O'Brien
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Sleeper Car
Bright you are
Bigger than the both of us
Though Im a star
I cant burn that bright
Tiger car
Swerving forward into us
Now here we are
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Oh, where you are
Feels good for now
Although my arms
Ache harder than they ever have
You drive so far
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Oh, where you are
Feels good for now
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Now youre backing into me
Now youre backing into me
Sleeper car
Now youre backing into me
Oh, where you are
Feels good for now
Although my arms
Ache harder than they ever have
You drive so far, yeah
You drive so far
You drive so hard
You drive so hard
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Collideascope
Collideascope
Careful, dont look down the wrong end
You will see ships that fall out of the sky
Who put that nail in your eye
You make me want to cry with your...
Collideascope
Everything looks smashed and broken
You will see fishes that drown in the sea
If you dont alter your mind
Id hate you to go blind why dont you
Wakey wakey wakey
Little sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then life turns to dreaming
Wakey wakey wakey
Little sleeper
If you doze much longer
Then dreams turn to nightmares
Collideascope
Everything looks topsy turvy
You will see one young girl split into two
One half whos false one half true
You better get your glue ready
Wakey wakey wakey
Little sleeper
Collideascope
Careful dont look down the wrong end
All the worlds colours will crash into one
Monochrome livings no fun
Youre staring down a gun with your
Collideascope
song performed by by Xtc
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An Empty Crib
Beside a crib that holds a baby’s stocking,
A tattered picture book, a broken toy,
A sleeping mother dreams that she is rocking
Her fair-haired cherub boy.
Upon the cradle’s side her light touch keeping,
She gently rocks it, crooning low a song;
And smiles to think her little one is sleeping,
So peacefully and long.
Step light, breathe low, break not her rapturous dreaming,
Wake not the sleeper from her trance of joy,
For never more save in sweet slumber-seeming
Will she watch o’er her little boy.
God pity her when from her dream Elysian
She wakes to see the empty crib, and weep;
Knowing her joy was but a sleeper’s vision,
Tread lightly – let her sleep.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Sleepers
Two sleepers dreaming different dreams
lay together but apart
of a differnt girl he dreamed
he stirred but didn't start.
Beneath a canopy of stars
on a blanket in the dark
he gently kissed her burn scared breasts
and swore they'd never part.
The other sleeper gently moaned
with her dream love in the dark
deft fingers probed her secret place
as they lay heart to heart.
she may have called a name, not his,
as she shifted in the dark
but is that infidelity
on imaginations part?
Her fellow sleeper also smiled
as he dreamed of love long past
of his promise, long forgotten,
to a love that did not last.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
quote by Frank Herbert
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A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.
quote by Jessamyn West
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I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
quote by Wislawa Szymborska
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Dream Seeker
She's a dream seeker,
a peace-keeper
and all she wants to be
is a quiet sleeper.
But restlessness
is a constant now
'cause wakefulness
presents its bow.
Says 'How do you do
you remember me?
I've been here before
when dreams
abandoned thee.'
She says 'Go on. Get away.
I need my dreams
to make it through the day.'
She won't give up.
She closes her eyes tight
and at 4: 00 in the morning
gives way to the night.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Watcher
I think I hear the sound of horses' feet
Beating upon the graveled avenue.
Go to the window that looks on the street,
He would not let me die alone, I knew.'
Back to the couch the patient watcher passed,
And said: 'It is the wailing of the blast.'
She turned upon her couch and, seeming, slept,
The long, dark lashes shadowing her cheek;
And on and on the weary moments crept,
When suddenly the watcher heard her speak:
'I think I hear the sound of horses' hoofs-'
And answered, ''Tis the rain upon the roofs.'
Unbroken silence, quiet, deep, profound.
The restless sleeper turns: 'How dark, how late!
What is it that I hear-a trampling sound?
I think there is a horseman at the gate.'
The watcher turns away her eyes tear-blind:
'It is the shutter beating in the wind.'
The dread hours passed; the patient clock ticked on;
The weary watcher moved not from her place.
The gray dim shadows of the early dawn
Caught sudden glory from the sleeper's face.
'He comes! my love! I knew he would!' she cried;
And smiling sweetly in her slumbers, died.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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To ---- IV
This life is to thee like a region enchanted,
O'er which thy rich fancy its rose-color throws;
The hours as they pass thee with visions are haunted,
And thou dream'st them away in inglorious repose.
Around thee bold hearts the rude war are waging,
But thou dreamest on still through the roar and the strife;
Around thee, oh sleeper! the conflict is raging,
And they need thy strong arm in the Battle of Life!
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Sleeper Train
Written by dewey bunnell, bill mumy, and robert haimer, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I was on a sleeper train
Bound for anywhere
And I was gazin out the window
In a long stare
Watchin the sage brush go by
And a pink and yellow sky
Thinkin bout your eyes
Feelin good to be alive
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
And I was watchin the towns drift into view
Listenin to my thoughts of you
And the rhythm of the wheels
And the shadows on the hills
Leavin one more life behind
Never knowin what Id find
Such a distant great expanse
And the dust-devils, they dance
And I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
Abandon everything that went before
Ahead now lies another open door
Abandon everything that went before
I was on a sleeper train
Bound for anywhere
And I was gazin out the window
In a long stare
Watchin the sage brush go by
And a pink and yellow sky
Thinkin bout your eyes
Feelin good to be alive
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
I was dreamin of you
Feelin lucky
The train kept rollin
song performed by by America
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Like Some Wild Sleeper
Like some wild sleeper who alone at night
Walks with unseeing eyes along a height,
With death below and only stars above;
I, in broad daylight, walk as if in sleep,
Along the edges of life's perilous steep,
The lost somnambulist of love.
I, in broad day, go walking in a dream,
Led on in safety by the starry gleam
Of thy blue eyes that hold my heart in thrall;
Let no one wake me rudely, lest one day,
Startled to find how far I've gone astray,
I dash my life out in my fall.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Customs
Flow with custom in the light of drama,
This new disposition is working like a dream.
May the mercy erupt and show clarity
In the noting down of principles so shameless.
We are dreaming like a sleeper on a forced habit,
Their thoughts are seen by the ones present.
We seek your company as of now, of immobile features
That drag on and on, working away like real natures.
Custom takes on prettiness the way you were,
In the effort to drag a new meaning of awe.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Music
Keys of black and white,
Through which the soul cheers,
Melodic tunes permits no wrong
Traveling through the Either,
Awaking the sleeper,
Harmonious sounds shimmering the hearts,
Kindling the spirit like
The image of the stars,
Composers of
Master-keys -
Unlocking the golden melody
Of the deep self,
While life never goes on
In the absence of the sun.
poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma
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Spellbound
Death sits in wait
in the empty valley
of your sleeper cell.
The confession of a guilt
liberates the funeral
of a martyr.
Give me your breasts
for a modular test.
Don’t let the milk go waste.
Your pearly teeth
were biting negativity of the red
chilli of dark sex
before the sunrise
in a kingdom of debris
of long names.
poem by Satish Verma
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Sleeper Cell
Black blood, dark kiss
Winter resides in your lips
Amidst the forlorn woods
The frost benumbs the wounds
Impaling the Myrtle trunks looming
Sealed deeply, surreptitiously the afflicting
Sheathed malady, silenced peal
In treason lies your thrill
Infesting the glacial brooks
Annihilating my favorite books
Scars in the seams too narrow
Smothering lungs in gallows
Folded eyes, crystal sleep
Hoisted in a muffled weep
Buoyed in a vapid shore
Hibernating all three-sixty-four
A parade lingers on the sixty-fifth
Wake the bosom in the summer whiff
Crowning sun, summer breeze
Waking for all you missed
Riveted by the forest's roots
This cell is your only route
Cradled by such deceit
Feigned a feeling too succinct
The amity, the felony
Muzzles blazing with tears of agony
Beneath the bed you sleep
A flightless Eagle you dearly keep
To kill the sleeper who lies beside
To free the watcher's shackled pride
Scorching sun, crying skies
Rain on your parading lies
Red velvet draped the bed
From where the winter raise its head
Beseeching glory in bereft
The sleeper cell rouses and left.
poem by Norman Santos
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The New World
THE NIGHT that has no star lit up by God,
The day that round men shines who still are blind,
The earth their grave-turned feet for ages trod,
And sea swept over by His mighty wind,
All these have passed away, the melting dream
That flitted o’er the sleeper’s half-shut eye,
When touched by morning’s golden-darting beam;
And he beholds around the earth and sky
That ever real stands, the rolling shores
And heaving billows of the boundless main,
That show, though time is past, no trace of years.
And earth restored he sees as his again,
The earth that fades not and the heavens that stand,
Their strong foundations laid by God’s right hand.
poem by Jones Very
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My Heart
I'm not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don't prefer one "strain" to another.
I'd have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says "That's
not like Frank!", all to the good! I
don't wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart--
you can't plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.
poem by Frank O'Hara
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To Israel, In Exile
O Sleeper whose heart is awake, burning and raging, now wake and go
forth, and walk in the light of My presence. Rise, and ride on! A star has
come forth for you, and he who has lain in the pit will go up to the top of
Sinai. Let them not exult, those who say, 'Zion is desolate!'—for My heart
is in Zion and My eyes are there. I reveal Myself and I conceal Myself,
now I rage, now I consent—but who has more compassion than I have for
My children?
Translated by T. Carmi
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
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