A Sleepless Night
Old pipes creak and groan
almost as though a visitor is beyond the door
the lights of a passing car appear
against the blinds upon the window
holding almost for a second too long
tired the mind strays beyond all reason
into flights of fancy and mild fear
such thoughts linger, leave and return
warmth envelopes the body
making sweat run, damping hopes of sleep
beyond the duvet a cold chill waits
a duel between the two beckons
while the heart pounds against the chest
counting the unseen seconds
the mind alert making nonsense
footsteps, a cough, the wind
all noises play against reason
what lurks beyond the window
what awaits in the darkness of the street
what prevents this sleep
a thought created in tiredness
echoes late into the night
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The tired mind
The tired mind
~
The tired mind bemoans a weary traveller
Far too old in the day as night time falls
Dust laden boots kicked to the dirt
An aching body laid down to sleep
While memories continue to stir
Unavoidable to a weathered thought
The onset of a life’s adventures
The romances won and lost
The unknown of what is still to come
A day hence shall be revealed
For now fear and anticipation linger
A tired mind plays on trivial questions
Labouring to forget and to sleep
Heavy set eyes look out into nothing
Into the night the ending of the day
Old and late the hour has come
For a weary traveller to say goodnight
And for a tired mind to be done
poem by Matthew Holloway
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How Many Lights Do You See?
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There's one to say that night has come
And there's one that guards this jagged shore
And there's one to call the children home
And there's one to light the path they take
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There's one to keep the shadows off
And there's one that tells me she got home
And there's one to read his novel by
And there's one that warms this dreary room
And there's one to watch the baby sleep
And there's one to count the blinking stars
And there's one that I just can't forget
And there's one that I remember too
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There's one that waits for closing time
And there's one that gets left on all night
And there's one that marks the western sky
And it shines down on the quiet street
And there's one that floods the darker parts
And there's one that hurts my tired eyes
And there's one that says she's not asleep
And there's one that waits for her to wake
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There is one that spills out on the beach
And it sparkles on the jetting rocks
And there is one that waits for tired ships
That sleep within this tired port
song performed by by Bright Eyes
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Elusive Sleep
Sleep evades me in the night
I listen to sounds make thoughts
which play upon my mind
in the dark of the room I lay
waiting for serenity to come
time passes slowly
as though held imperfect
its warm, too warm for comfort
and too cold beyond the bed sheet
the day has been long, the body aches
still, still sleep evades me
and those sounds, each shadow
play upon the mind more and more
restless and anxious for sleep
to rest, to dream, to be at peace
the elusive sleep in the night
where thoughts consume me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Making Lvoe With Her Own Bed
you are just near me
but between us is a door
and between that door
is another door, and so
when you say a word
i have to figure out what
you really mean,
when i open the door
there is a glass wall and
i thought it was you
humming,
it is cold tonight
i am closing a window
out there
i see a black bird perched
upon a branch,
it is cold and i am shutting
myself for any
kind of significance like
what if the bird dies?
what if the bird is you
disguised as a bird?
tonight i cannot sleep
something bothers me
all these thoughts bother me
there is no note
that you are coming back
from that long trip
away from home
was it Sarah who said
that she is making love with her bed?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Slowly
Set the mood
light the candles
and bring the wine
I'm wantin you
Been havin this feelin
For sometime now
Come on in
Take off your coat
And stay a while
I Been waiting for this day
Just so we could make love slow
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
Slip it off yea
show big daddy what he's been missing
Tip it off tip it off
Want you to feel right
When I'm kissing when I'm kissing
Really really wanna take my time
With you pretty baby
If you don't mind
Love you all night long
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
Come on in
Close the door
Take off your clothes
Drink some more
Holding you close
Holding you tight
Makin love through the night
Come on in
Close the door
Take off your clothes
Drink some more
Holding you close
Holding you tight
Making love through the night
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
Slowly (I Know)
We'll be (Making Love)
Slowly (All Night Long)
song performed by by Tank from Force Of Nature
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Passing The Time
By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Passing The Time
By ginger baker and mike taylor
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.
The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
The animals sleep
While cold north wind blows.
The snowflakes are falling,
The roof a white blanket.
Theres ice on the window pane,
She waits alone.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Her children are sleeping,
She waits in their home.
Passing the time.
Passing the time.
Everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, drinking red wine.
Passing the time, everything fine.
Passing the time, wine and time rhyme.
Passing the time.
It is a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
Theres ice on the window,
Shes lonely alone.
song performed by by Cream
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Give me a Hero!
What is a Fantasy?
What is a Dream?
If they’re as true as they seem
Than can I make this Reality?
As I walk through the narrow stream
Soaked in make believe
My only thought is to yell and scream
To bring the missing piece I need
I need a Hero
Tired of falling for Zero’s
He’s got to be tough
It’s got to be love
Strong enough to protect my soul
I want a Hero
Watching me sleep through my window
He’s got to be smart
Key to my heart
Unable to let me go
Give me a Hero!
Fast as lightning speed
More steady then the breeze
Face so dear that it pains his enemies
In the distance on his noble stead
When I see him I pretend to fall
Making out a scene
He so bravely answers my call
And comes to rescue me
I need a Hero
Tired of falling for Zero’s
He’s got to be tough
It’s got to be love
Strong enough to protect my soul
I want a Hero
Watching me sleep through my window
He’s got to be fast
Worth the time that it lasts
Unable to let me go
I need a Hero!
Trustworthy as knight
Gentleness in his eyes
Through an opponent in just a strike
To him so easy capable of doing it blind
Danger lurks by my side
Catching me so terrified
He hears my panicked cry
And comes to save my life
I need a Hero
Tired of falling for Zero’s
He’s got to be tough
It’s got to be love
Strong enough to protect my soul
I want a Hero
Watching me sleep through my window
He’s got to be smart
Key to my heart
Unable to let me go
Give me a Hero!
Slick as a Scorpio
So unreal, just magical
Frames so powerful
Nothing can stop him where he goes
In my shadow I feel his soul
Assuring I’m safe everywhere I roam
To the stars in his arms, many times we’ve flown
Keeping me warm against the cold
I need a Hero
Tired of falling for Zero’s
He’s got to be tough
It’s got to be love
Strong enough to protect my soul
I want a Hero
Watching me sleep through my window
He’s got to be mine
One of a kind
Telling me that he loves me so
I need a Hero!
I need a Hero
Tired of falling for Zero’s
He’s got to be tough
It’s got to be love
Strong enough to protect my soul
I want a Hero
Watching me sleep through my window
He’s got to be the one
Able to get anything done
Forever attached to my lead rope
Give me a Hero!
I want a Hero!
I need a Hero!
Unable to let me go
poem by Sugar Bear
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Renouncement
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
I shun the love that lurks in all delight--
The love of thee--and in the blue heaven's height,
And in the dearest passage of a song.
Oh, just beyond the sweetest thoughts that throng
This breast, the thought of thee waits hidden yet bright;
But it must never, never come in sight;
I must stop short of thee the whole day long.
But when sleep comes to close each difficult day,
When night gives pause to the long watch I keep,
And all my bonds I needs must loose apart,
Must doff my will as raiment laid away,--
With the first dream that comes with the first sleep
I run, I run, I am gather'd to thy heart.
poem by Alice Meynell
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An Ode To Inspiration
Up above, Tchaikovsky's fluting notes are dancing,
And the empty paper waits for the first verse to be born.
While the screaming wind beats against the old window,
My thoughts are endlessly straying,
Looking for lost inspiration,
And they stray the ravines of my mind,
Like lost children searching for their dear mother,
Lost inspiration.
The heart is painfully echoing in a mute chest,
And the paper still waits for its dear tennants,
And it is as if the angry wind knows it too,
The wind that shakes the old window blinds
That painfully creak
Like the bones of an old dying man.
If I could,
I would sprinkle all roads with stars,
I would gild each stone with the rays of the sun,
If only inspiration could find its way to my home.
But how could I possibly greet it royally
In a room full of moisture, draft and smoke,
And the deafening echo of poverty,
As inspiration is royal by birth, after all.
There is grave silence down there,
And a magic harmony up there,
It is Tchaikovsky dispersing his magic notes
Down into my dark home,
As if he wants to provide a royal welcome for inspiration.
That blue shadow is watching me now,
As if saying:
'Inspiration is of royal birth,
You will find it in the dark, below a stone,
In the company of the darkest shadow,
At the very heart of loneliness;
You don't have to take the stars down from the sky for it,
Or bait it with gold
So it would find its home.
Giving in to your heart is enough, brother,
And inspiration shall find its home! ...'
poem by Walter William Safar
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I Want To Sleep
My covers and I fight all night
I’m not sleeping well can’t you tell
My restless mind can’t unwind
Eyes are stubborn so I toss and turn
Life’s so cruel I’m miserable
Blue turns red ricochets in my head
Body so numb sleep wont come
Agitated all night till morning’s light
My problems blossoms
The rains came and nothing is the same
Autumn showers now devour
Things sweet seems incomplete
Tired eyes till sunrise
Throat so dry all night I cry
I cried for happiness went for a joyride
Trying to keep it inside, but the sadness I can’t hide
Matters not what I do I can’t breakthrough
So many issues so my tongue and throat argues
Made a great error and can’t keep it together
No better for worst I’m cursed
In a trance as shadows dance
Specters flow to a slow tempo
Nothing medicates so I’m up late
Maybe it was something on my plate I ate
It’s not my fate for my mind and eyes to negotiate
Suffering from the abuse for allies refuse to come to a truce
For updates my body waits
My heart pulsates and sleep procrastinates
Can’t sleep so in the darkness I weep
Exhausted for heaven sake laying here so awake
Counting not a single sheep for the hill is so steep
Affording not the upkeep for everyone else is asleep
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Youth Phoenix Supersedes CIA
what can you do?
when you promise
to try not to sleep late
but thoughts stampede
flood tissues mind
electric shocks subconscious
mind numbing erratic surges
still too many thoughts
to dilute in circuit mind
body tires more than mind
mass mind is still too fast
hot wired
into instant
spontaneous
reflex reactions
I try not to sleep late
but still too many thoughts
in the mind
the body tires
more the mind
is still too fast
waking constant
sleep walking
through nights
illusions changes
repercussions
rewriting
reshaping
dynamics
wor ld
perceptions
your middle east
will become west
democracy hack phrase
becomes real faceoff
twitter facebook
youth phoenix
supersedes CIA
founded torture
regimes rejected
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A winter mornings window
A winter mornings window
~
The early hour of a winters morning
While the world still sleeps sound
The window framed in a ring of frost
Reveals amber beacons of street lights
Leading the mind to wander away
Up streets and roads masked in shadow
A kettle boils to stir the mind
Back to reality for the briefest of moments
The slight half sleeping clarity
Of a mind awake in the unsocial hour
Peaceful and undisturbed in its thinking
Then back to the vacancy of night
The cloud covered sky above
No stars, not even the lights off a plane
Just a grey black kind of nothing
Dimly lit by the amber beacons
Of the street lights below
A warm cup in hand warming
Helps drift the body to a tired state
Ready to dream and think about
Something, somewhere, another time
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Thought Of You
It actually frightens me
The though of you
Because there are countless things
That it can make me do
The thought of you can make my heart race
It can leave me restless at night
Can make me fidgety to the point where I pace
The thought of you can leave me buzzing with an unknown high
It can form a pit in my stomach
And can leave me love sick and sighing
The thought of you above all other thoughts in my mind shines
It can send shivers down my spine
And make me long for you to be mine
The thought of you can take my breath away
The thought of you from my mind never really strays
But even though the thought of you can send me flying sky high
I'm not gonna lie
I haven't forgotten my heartaching past
Which is why part of me hopes this infatuation doesn't last
But until the thought of you finally fades away
I guess I'll enjoy it
After all
Who knows how long the thought of you will be here to stay
poem by Tiger Lily Love
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Yellow Cat
This song was first released on the rhymes and reasons album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Its late december the new years never coming
Time passes slowly in a two room walk up flat
The sun is silent
As a cold rain gonna come on
No one to talk to
But my ladys yellow cat
Rain drops talling on the flowers
In the window box
Plastic roses that I planted yesterday
I didnt think it does too soon
But there all withered now
Seems like everything I touch
Turns out that way
Well I guess I just go walking
The cats no good tor talkinto
He r dont know what Im saying
And the rain is always
Playing on my mind
On my mind
Street lights driring through the blinds
That cover window panes
Blending soflly with the bare lights over head
Then together
They run swiflly through my memory
And every image ot a strange and empty bed
Words and music by fromholz
song performed by by John Denver
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Outside Your Window
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel the seconds slowly pass,
Whilst you I anxiously await.
And behind the glowing glass;
I glimpsed a fading candlelight.
And I with hope was filled and so:
Wished I for love and life this night.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I see through the looking glass,
To find my missing soulmate.
And when the light finally flew;
When darkness swamped the room:
A wide smile on my face drew;
And waited I for you to bloom.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I feel my feelings all amass,
As I your beauty contemplate.
Seconds felt forever;
Nor beauty I did see.
All alone my eyes did glitter;
Whilst wondering where you would be!
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I walked on in your impasse;
Wishing it's not yet too late.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I lonesome stood for long alas!
And didn't notice your window grate.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I tried to drag out of that morass,
Myself; and my lost senses locate.
Outside Her Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I watched my heart swiftly by a lass,
Gets stolen; and did my soul sedate.
Outside Her Window;
I still pass by everyday.
Outside Her Window;
I can't just turn and walk away.
Outside Her Window;
I still have hope that she might show.
Outside Her Window;
I watch my life pass by so slow.
Outside Your Window;
And in the hands of fate:
I once awaited you alone all night.
But now I know: it's just too late!
poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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Alone On A Stormy Night
flashes of lightning
roaring thunder
heavy rains and
flooded highways
the street lights are off.
there is total darkness
the strong straight light of the car
guides me towards home.
i park the car beside the
the house. I get out and
open the front door.
winds blowing stronger
the veranda is drenched
the gutter with leaves
overflows with water.
i open the door of my room.
undress myself and wipe my body.
i am dry. Silent. Uncomplaining.
i am finally alone.
I decided not to argue. Not to think.
Relax. Sleep. Dream.
Too much reason, too many arguments
When what i need is only this pillow
This blanket,
A window closed. A safe house.
A glass of water perhaps. But later.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Old House
The candle flame flickers from a draft
on a dark and stormy night,
the floorboards creak with every step
as I move about the old house.
There is a chill in the air,
that seems to be everywhere,
and the clock’s tick sounds louder
as time passes hour to hour.
I hear the thunder rumble in the night
and see lightning illuminate the sky
and I stop and listen intently
to the yawns and groans that echo in my ears.
The old house’s settling graces
that are always heard in the quiet of the night.
My heart beats against my chest
as my imagination begins to fly.
I breath in the musty air within the room
where I am about to sleep.
Everywhere the shadows move
under the light of my flickering candle.
I know the old house is not haunted,
but my mind tells me other wise.
My imagination creates noises
where the dancing shadows fall.
I gaze about suspiciously
knowing that there is nothing there
as a branch outside taps my window
wanting to come in out of the storm.
The curtains move from a draft
as if something is sheltering behind them.
All of which make my mind
thinks of ghost stories I have been told.
In bed, I slip under the cover,
and then blow the candle out
as something gets on the bed
resting across my legs for the night.
My ears detect the slightest sound
in the blackness that surrounds me
and I am blind to everything
on this stormy moonless night.
The streaks of dawn break through the window
and the terrors of the night have fled.
I smile at my imagination
as I lay there with the cat upon the bed.
The old house is reputed to be haunted,
but take it from one who lives there
that the only ghosts are our imagination
and on dark and stormy nights it grows.
5 June 2010
poem by David Harris
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Insomnias Bite
at night it comes
while all else sleep
thoughts creep in
shaded in the dark
crouching in shadows
their intentions unclear
lacking any motive
sleep appears impossible
while tiredness grows
eyes open feel heavy
aches pass over the body
times passes slowly
a clock turned to face away
no need to watch
the silence of the room
passing noise outside
a mind wide awake
unable to switch off
at night it comes
insomnias bite
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Rhyme & Reason
Oh well oh well so here we stand
But we stand for nothing
My heart calls to me in my sleep
How can i turn to it
'cause i'm all locked up in this
Dark place--
And i do not know i'm as good as dead
My head aches--
Warped and tied up i need to kill this pain
My head won't leave my head alone
And i don't believe it will
Until i'm dead and gone
My head won't leave my head alone
And i don't believe it willl
Until i'm six feet under gound
How long i'm tied up
My mind in knots--
My stomach reels in concern for what i might do or
What i've done
It's got me living in fear
Well i know these voices must
Be my sould i've had my grave
Lying wired and shut and quiet in my grave
Leave me here
Leave it to me to waste here
So young and here i am again
Talking to myself
A tv blares
Oh man
Oh how i wish i didn't smoke
Or drink to reason with my head
But sometimes this thick confusion
Grows utnil i cannot bear it all
Needle to the vein
Needle to the vein
Take this needle from my vein my fiend
I said
In my grave
Lying, lying cold in my grave
The reason--my reason
Take my head off this terror
The fearing won't come back
I can't see my mind's all wiped clean
The needle
Make my great escape
I seem caught in time
My head leaves me behing
Body fall cold
And i have seen heaven
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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