Sleepless
Sleepless night returns
as it all start to take a tole
this life is running a circuit
and here it comes back again
ready to grip me
icy cold paws grab my leg
as it isn't safe to dream no more
nightmares haunt my thoughts
and every movement
the a cursed hour approaches nearer
and nearer and am still battling this war
weary eyes slowly shut as it reaches the
point of hallucination, as it is to quite
i sit back and listen to the wind hallow
through the trees waiting for morning to come
as it struck ............ 3: 00AM ................
poem by Robert Roberts
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Nearer my God to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Tho' like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet in my dreams I'll be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me
In mercy be given,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Or if, on joyful wing
Cleavihg the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
poem by Sarah Flower Adams
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Nearer, my God, to Thee.
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me:
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God! to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Though, like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Then let the way appear
Steps unto heaven;
All that Thou sendest me
In mercy given:
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly:
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
poem by Sarah Flower Adams
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Morning thoughts
Morning thoughts
~
A sun rises over roof tops
Greeting the cold morning air
A wind blows heavy, swaying trees
The branches stripped bare by winter
The world is slowly waking
And the picture beyond my window
Emerges to life once more
I lay motionless in silence
Nursing warm coffee in my hands
Early thoughts begin to stir
My pen yet to be put to paper
I think back to dreams
The night passed what they brought
I think to the day ahead
What will it bring
Thoughts of love and romance
What could I write of them
I watch a world waking
A sun rising over rooftops
And I listen to my thoughts
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Eyes In Back Of My Head
Early this morning I am outside walking along the trail-
The wind blows my hair about-
Covering THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-
I cannot see for the moment but I can feel-
I can feel the vibrations of heavy footsteps
Pounding against my brain in another gust of wind
Blowing my hair about- giving way to the
EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-
I recognize the intruders who wish me harm.
Early this morning
I walk along the trail- I am in danger-people are following me
One, two and three-I count the footsteps-
Four five six- I see the people-
Evil conniving and threatening- behind me and
Seven, eight, nine more slowly walking in front of me-
My anger overwhelms me and the bitter cold wind
Only exacerbates my homicidal impulses-
I am dressed to kill these people who
Walk slowly ahead of me- space invaders
Whose footsteps are retaliating and
THE EYES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD-
Envision the whole world behind me-
Early this morning- I think of the gun shop I walked by downtown yesterday-
Ready to murder, I am- seething with rage-
Early this morning, I am walking along the trail-
I do not feel safe- I have lost my destination and
My sanity is precarious- people are all around me and
I am dressed to kill the entire multitude-
I have EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD- I believe, and
As I count the people before me and behind me, and
As the cold wind blows my hair about- I know that
THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD are protecting me and
Perhaps are keeping me safe and now I know that it is
THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD whom are my saviors -
Bringing back memories of nightmarish delusions of
Threatening people in my past being God- I have no destination and
THE EYES IN BACK OF MY HEAD are my friends- and
My delusions, as others call them- are my saving grace.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Nights awake
sometimes when the demons
seem real all we need is
an inspiration to convince
us that morning comes after night
so many sleepless nights as
my dreams are constant nightmares
I've seen death come in
every form and size
and find it hard to believe
theres light at the end of the
tunnel. so many left this world
those that were near to me
i could never forget
I've kept a smile on my face
cause i believe there
still reason to smile
and maybe am just trying
to find out what it is
so in my final moments
i wander if my nightmares
we'll ever leave
and will my dreams return
i have search so much that
Ive gotten lost but its the
power in belief that a new day
awaits the weary is what
keep this vassel together
for sleepless night are so often
and days of sleep come
after time collapse by my side
so as am weary and weak
i look at the sky and
listen to the world sleep
as am awake for i no
i am not alone were just
to busy convincing ourself
we ain't got a problem
poem by Robert Roberts
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Poems in Vain
I lay on the bed, write a poem by my tears
the paper was my hair and the pen was a finger
good night, sweet dreams, sleep along and think of me
sleepless night, sweetest dream, stay awake for me
you are the compass to find the right way
I won't say i'm a captain but that is the way
when the night is calling me
suicide is controlling me
I'll come to fight when the moon falls apart
I'll dance at night when the nightmares all goes away
poems in vain
I won't let myself get back to what I was before
before the night goes down take a look into my face
cry my darling sure you're getting much better than me
use your compass to find the right way
I say i'm a captain and this is the right way
I can't forget those nights as i'm waiting on the cold deck
waiting in the cold for death with my broken open arms
when the night is calling me
suicide is controlling me
I'll come to fight when the moon falls apart
I'll dance at night when the nightmares all goes away
poems in vain
poem by Mohammed Hassan
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Insomnia
Thin are the night-skirts left behind
By daybreak hours that onward creep,
And thin, alas! the shred of sleep
That wavers with the spirit's wind:
But in half-dreams that shift and roll
And still remember and forget,
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
Our lives, most dear, are never near,
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
Is there a home where heavy earth
Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,
Where water leaves no thirst again
And springing fire is Love's new birth?
If faith long bound to one true goal
May there at length its hope beget,
My soul that hour shall draw your soul
For ever nearer yet.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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How The Heart Approaches What It Yearns
In the blue light
Of the belvedere motel
Wondering as the television burns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
In a fever
I distinctly hear your voice
Emerging from a dream, the dream returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
After the rain on the interstate
The headlights slide past the moon
A bone-weary traveler
Waits by the side of the road
Wheres he goin?
I dream we are lying on the top of a hill
And headlights slide past the moon
I fold in your arms
And your voice is the heat of the night
Im on fire
In a phone booth
In some local bar and grill
Rehearsing what Ill say, my coin returns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
How the heart approaches what it yearns
song performed by by Paul Simon
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In my thoughts I walk the route
In my thoughts
I walk the route
that leads to your heart, to your love
that place that you have got for me
that loosens my humanity
and make me larger than myself
and thought struck
I put my feet down easier
and walk below the golden moon
and it’s as if I am going
nearer and still nearer
to you
and somewhere
the place lies
where your eyes
shines golden like suns.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus / Nearer My God To Thee
(words & music by lemmel / clarke) / (words & music by fuller / adams / mason)
Hmmm.....
And all the world go free
Now theres a cross for everyone
And theres a cross for me
Turn your eyes upon jesus
(where are the words) wonder proclaim
And the paint upon the wall
Will go straight ? ?
In the light of his wonderful face
Nearer my God thee
Nearer to thee
? ? the cross
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? me
Nearer my God to thee
Nearer my God to thee
Nearer my God to thee
Nearer to thee
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Once You Love Somebody
Two young hearts lost in love they vow to stay,
Running wild they believe theyve found a way
Filled with hope
Shes the dream, she understands you
Now this time hell hold on, shell never leave him
Theyll never let go cause...
Once you love somebody, (once you love)
Theres no turning back (turning back)
It can burn forever, it can haunt you, haunt you in the night
How can lovers just turn and walk away
Loneliness is an edge that cuts both ways
So easy to fall
So hard to get over
Once you love somebody, (once you love)
Theres no turning back (turning back)
It can burn forever, it can haunt you, haunt you in the night
So easy to fall, so hard to get over
Once you love somebody, (once you love)
Theres no turning back (turning back)
It can burn forever, it can haunt you, haunt you in the night
(once you love somebody), once you love
(they can break your heart), no no no
It can burn forever, letting go, thats the hardest part
song performed by by Journey
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Back In My Heart
A grey ghost night
On an eastern flight
Sixteen thousand miles away
I lay awake
When the morning breaks
But what can I do to get you
Back in my heart again
The towns top gun
Safe at number one
No mans will can change my life
Safe and certain
But now Im hurtin
So what can I do to get you
Chorus
Back in my heart again
Blowin through my life
Life a cold winters wind
Now in my mind I know I didnt win
I want you back in my heart again
Baby, baby
What can I say
I was wrong so I ran away
A million miles
Wont make me smile
I want you, want you, want you
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Sleep Safe
Sleep safe
without any nightmares
or any fears
sleep safe
When you wake
in the morning
they'll be no more dark
just sunlight in your eyes
You don't need
to be scared of the dark
any more
because mummy's going to love you
even more
If you ever get scared
at night
look out of the window
at the cold moonlight
You see
it's not even dark
at all
So sleep safe
without any nightmares
or any fears
sleep safe
Because nothings going to hurt you any more
child in the night
close your eyes and sleep
nothings going to hurt you any more
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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In The Day's When We Are Dead
Listen! The end draws nearer,
Nearer the morning—or night—
And I see with a vision clearer
That the beginning was right!
These shall be words to remember
When all has been done and said,
And my fame is a dying ember
In the days when I am dead.
Listen! We wrote in sorrow,
And we wrote by candle light;
We took no heed of the morrow,
And I think that we were right—
(To-morrow, but not the day after,
And I think that we were right).
We wrote of a world that was human
And we wrote of blood that was red,
For a child, or a man, or a woman—
Remember when we are dead.
Listen! We wrote not for money,
And listen! We wrote not for fame—
We wrote for the milk and the honey
Of Kindness, and not for a name.
We paused not, nor faltered for any,
Though many fell back where we led;
We wrote of the few for the many—
Remember when we are dead.
We suffered as few men suffer,
Yet laughed as few men laugh;
We grin as the road grows rougher,
And a bitterer cup we quaff.
We lived for Right and for Laughter,
And we fought for a Nation ahead—
Remember it, friends, hereafter,
In the years when I am dead—
For to-morrow and not the day after,
For ourselves, and a Nation ahead.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Frustration
So many thoughts, That are running me insane, Distraught, worry & anger, That causes so much pain.
I keep looking for the good, But there's just none to be found, As I think I might get a leg up, I get kicked the hell back down.
It seems I've lost the fight, Ready to crawl in that hole, For the last couple years, Have really taken their tole.
poem by Richard Goolsby
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Memories Of A Child
Voices in the wind
faces in the night
nightmares of a child
living in my head
They fade and they fade
until I sleep at night
then they come back and find me
and infect my mind
But all I do is smile
because I know
those memories are dead
They can come back and haunt me
if they feel the need
I don't really give a damn
Because I'm alive
and living my life
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Sleepless Eyes Make Sleepless Night
Sleepless eyes make sleepess night
Please world
Give me something to hold on tight,
For even though I have
Sleepless eyes that make sleepess night
I yearn to rest, a rest so peaceful
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Restore my life so it can be in my sight
For all I see is death
Because only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepless night
Rest assues that the world
Will give in and not put up a fight
Otherwise there is but death
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Shine hope back into my life with light
So brightand warm it makes
Death seem not so right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepness night
Give me the strength and will
That the world will share its might
To fight against death
For only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please close your eyes
So death will disappear with the sunlight
And let the world
Be the only one to make right.
poem by Music Galore
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No reaches
The heart approaches joy
But never reaches it.
The heart approaches women
But never reaches them.
Women keep their windows open
With doors always shut.
They will shut their windows too
As rainbows in me turn white.
Then I’ll house them in my inn
That I have built in my brain.
14.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Waiting
The sun has slipped his tether
And galloped down the west.
(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)
The little bird is sleeping
In the softness of its nest.
Night follows day, day follows dawn,
And so the time has come and gone:
And it's weary, weary waiting, love.
The cruel wind is rising
With a whistle and a wail.
(And it's weary, weary waiting, love.)
My eyes are seaward straining
For the coming of a sail;
But void the sea, and void the beach
Far and beyond where gaze can reach!
And it's weary, weary waiting, love.
I heard the bell-buoy ringing--
How long ago it seems!
(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)
And ever still, its knelling
Crashes in upon my dreams.
The banns were read, my frock was sewn;
Since then two seasons' winds have blown--
And it's weary, weary waiting, love.
The stretches of the ocean
Are bare and bleak to-day.
(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)
My eyes are growing dimmer--
Is it tears, or age, or spray?
But I will stay till you come home.
Strange ships come in across the foam!
But it's weary, weary waiting, love.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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In The Early Afternoons Like Morning Glories
In the early afternoons like morning glories
I flourish under the sweetness of your sunny eyes
while in the blaze of your pretty smile my solitude
reaches out to you in a kind of invisible embrace
as if I am always flourishing in your blazing presence
drawing, continually drawing your radiance to me.
Sometimes there is only darkness when your soul
drops to the depths of a kind of sheer depression.
In the early afternoons like morning glories
I flourish under the sweetness of your sunny eyes
see a myriad of butterflies fluttering nearer
that visits me gently like the way I love you
and as the night sets in my life is ever folding,
closing and waiting for the sunshine of your touch.
poem by Gert Strydom
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