Sleep's Curse
Sleep’s Curse
The curse of sleep that lies within,
May only be known by two therein.
In sharing one heart,
They create the part…
The curse of sleep that lies within.
The curse is thus so one can poll,
When one is half of another one’s whole.
It goes like this, in both it works.
There’s no escape from this one’s jerks.
When one is gone and the other’s there,
They both can’t sleep for no one’s near.
Each one will worry, and each one will fret.
Gaining no rest you can very well bet.
Reflect the curse with each together.
Neither one sleeps beneath the feather.
One seeks comfort the other to protect.
In this the curse laid bare and seen,
Sleep they shall never glean.
poem by Zachary Clougher
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One with Darkness
When ever I go out I go out fighting
Screaming for chance to finally end up dying
I have to murder to fulfill my end of this deal
Death is imminent, but something that I’ll never feel.
This is my curse, this is my curse
Sign upon the bloody line I should’ve thought of first
This is my curse, this is my curse
This is my curse, this is my curse
Killing for a living this can’t get any worse
This is my curse, this is my curse
How can I ever love someone else
When murder is my life, and I can’t even love myself
Every night I wake up next to another dead whore
Someone please stop me I don’t want to murder anymore
poem by Justin Schock
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When we sleep...
Before we go to sleep, we blame our conscience
When we sleep, we become unconscious
When we sleep, we dream
When we sleep, we may scream
When we sleep, we may cry
When we sleep, we may fly
When we sleep, we see our wishes
but when we get up to the reality, actually we wash the dishes
But sometimes, we see nightmares
and from the fear we feel like the snails
When we sleep, we feel relaxed
and to the bed we are waxed
We don't want to wake up
and drink the coffee cup
When we sleep, we can't resist
the tiredness that always exist.
Sleeping is a bless,
that everyone possess
But I hope human would not make it a curse,
and then we would need a nurse.
poem by Merna Ibrahim
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An Accursed Day
I curse the day I met you mourn.
I curse the day I dour departed left.
I curse the day that I was birth born.
I curse the day of self-sought death.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Curse The Sky
How much hate
can one man feel
When his kingdom is crumbling
How much pain
Can one mant take
When his future is melting
Eyes of fire blast his brain
cursing heaven an hell
Nothing barred just asking why
No answers to be heard
Fire eyes, curse the skies
Thanks maker for
questions unanswered
Falsify, disposition died
You detest the faker
Eyes, lies
I curse the skies
Tell me something
Tell me why
Terror reigns, I'm in pain
Why, Why, I curse the sky
Tattered times and
Brainwashed minds
Cluttering up his thinking
Boiled hate just can't wait
There's no more self control
Eyes, lies
I curse the skies
Tell me something
Tell me why
Terror reigns, I'm in pain
Why, why, I curse the sky
song performed by by Iced Earth
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King Midas In Reverse
The Hollies
King Midas In Reverse
(Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/but mainly Graham Nash)
Single release 1967
If you could only see me
I know exactly where I am
You wouldn't want to be me
Oh, I can assure you of that
I'm not the guy to run with
'Cos I'll throw you off the line
I'll break you and destroy you
Given time.
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
It's plain to see it's hopeless
Going on the way we are
So even though I'd lose you
You'd be better off by far
He's not the man to hold your trust
Everything he touches turns to dust
In his hands
Nothing he can do is right
He'd even like to sleep at night
But he can't.
{Interlude with 'all he touches turns to dust' 4x}
I wish someone would find me
And help me gain control
Before I lose my reason
And my soul
He's King Midas with a curse
He's King Midas in reverse
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
{fade out}
He's King Midas with a curse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas in reverse (all he touches turns to dust)
He's King Midas with a curse....
song performed by by Hollies
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Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
poem by Tejaswini Iyer
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You Curse At The Girls
They say you curse at girls
Don't you know it isn't right
You could get yourself in trouble
You've been living in a different world
Looking for another fight
Sifting through emotional rubble
Hey boy, don't you get it
One day, you're gonna regret it when she's gone
Hey boy, you can bet it
You'll be blue
Each time you curse at girls
You curse a little at yourself
Don't you know a girl gets angry
Hey boy, don't you get it that
One day, you're gonna regret it when she's gone
Hey boy, you can bet it
You'll be blue
They say you curse at girls
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Curse Upon You
Curse upon you
And embrace your fate
It runs in your blood
It traces in your skin
The poison of love
The venom of desire
Curse upon you
And bless over the other
It makes you commit a sin
It makes you full of envy
For the glow in their eyes
For the warmth of the sun
Curse upon you
And you despise your own existence
You rather die than to hurt
You rather gone than to destroy
The thing you hold dear
The precious you don't want to lose
Curse upon you
And darkness following
It raises the deepest fear
It brings the painful sorrow
Of forever loneliness
Of unrequited dream
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
poem by Jerine James
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Weird Dream
In sleep I dream impossible things
I glacine down Mount Shasta
on a jumbo black trashbag which empties its contents
while blurred faces curse at me
The tin cans and wine bottles glisten like
Christmas ornaments
The ski patrol tries to stop my descent
while in the real world below
a woman has given birth to eight tiny babies
and people curse at her
A Sunday school teacher has murdered an eight year old girl
and stuffed her body in a suitcase
the teacher of God's eternal love
has a five year old daughter of her own
whom the eight year old was on her way to play with
I awake to the grip of the world
rescued from the clutches of the ski patrol
having escaped the troubled world of sleep
poem by George Murdock
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Richard Cory
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Richard Cory
They say that richard cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a bankers only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard cory at the opera, richard cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything hes got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
Richard cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Curse Of The Wandering Foot
All hope of rest withdrawn me?--
What dread command hath put
This awful curse upon me--
The curse of the wandering foot!
Forward and backward and thither,
And hither and yon again--
Wandering ever! And whither?
Answer them, God! Amen.
The blue skies are far o'er me---
The bleak fields near below:
Where the mother that bore me?--
Where her grave in the snow?--
Glad in her trough of a coffin--
The sad eyes frozen shut
That wept so often, often,
The curse of the wandering foot!
Here in your marts I care not
Whatsoever ye think.
Good folk many who dare not
Give me to eat and drink:
Give me to sup of your pity--
Feast me on prayers!--O ye,
Met I your Christ in the city
He would fare forth with me--
Forward and onward and thither,
And hither again and yon,
With milk for our drink together
And honey to feed upon--
Nor hope of rest withdrawn us,
Since the one Father put
The blessed curse upon us--
The curse of the wandering foot.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Don't Say Goodbye
Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.
'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!
'Cause,
Most of the time,
I feel entrapped and confined.
Without a bit of self defense.
None that comes that makes to me any sense.
'Cause,
I had believed...
You were as happy as me.
But I see you desire to leave,
Me hurting deeply and permanently!
Don't say,
Goodbye!
Don't patronize me with lies sighed!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
And I can't believe all you did was deceive.
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say, goodbye!
Or sigh up alibis...
To leave me miffed,
And teary eyed.
'Cause,
You've got my heart.
You've got my mind.
Emotionally...
There is no peace I can find!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!
You're dirt and not worth it.
Not even to curse.
But...
Don't say,
Goodbye!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Only In Sleep (An Attempt To Be Relevant)
only in sleep
shall i make love with you
only in sleep
shall you caress my body
only in sleep
shall this love have
mutuality
only in sleep
shall we two become one
only in sleep
shall passion be
only in sleep
can i be true
after this sleep
one takes the mask again
dresses up for the
coming hours
well poised and respected
one meets lies with lies
quick as a sparrow
meek as a dove
but foxy still
with all your wiles
only in sleep
shall we all be weak
only in sleep
shall love
be love
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Elegy To A Perfect Mother
Sleep well, oh! Mother,
Thou hast won thyself, a ghastly prison
Even as life blooms all around thee,
As the good earth nourishes, all that is hers
With the remnants, of thy well lived corsage
Thou sleepest unconscious,
to this bliss of new life
The pain yet remains
in my heart, dear mother!
For i am still alive,
wilst thou, sadly, are dead
Survivor's guilt, I do so dread
Yet gladly suffer its pangs, I will
For I know, thou hast risen,
to a better life, a better station
Yet why is this pain so unbearable, dear mother?
Tell me why.....
I weep for you mother, you know I do
You have died for me, I know
Do not curse me now
Whatever I maybe,
do not curse me......
For I still weep for you
Sad, our ways must come to part
here, Today, Forever
We all come to this world, someday,
So go back, we must
You precede me,
And I, shall follow you
For thy absence,
makes life, all the while,
unworthy of living
Leave us not forget the memories,
Our memories..
As thy blood drains to sand,
and all that is unborn in you, lies dead
I would not have our memories die,
I would not have them fade away
So remember you, I shall, Every day
Although you lie imprisoned, within this vast sepulcher
I shall remember you.....
Sleep well, mother
Thy dreams, are still now,
as thy son's are today
Sleep well, unflawed progenitor,
for thy journey hast seen, a fruitful ending
Someday, we will meet again
though you may not remember
Me,
Nor I you
Yet someday, we will meet again,
and that, is my supreme consolation......! ! ! !
poem by Abhimanyu Raman
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You Small City
You, small city
Covered by blue sky
And brown fence
I curse you
You, small city
A wide gate to death
And a doom of health
I curse you
You, small city
Full of mistrust
And breakage of vows
I curse you.
poem by by unknown author
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Curse The Fate
CURSE THE FATE
Curse the fate
As right away I knew
It’s forever too late
On the very first sight
I wanted to hold him back
Knowing it’s not right
This need to see you
Gives me the strength
To daily continue
Though we never kissed
Just your nearness
And I feel blessed
Curse the fate
As I met him
Many years too late
Heart is full of ache
Body and soul reaching out
This longing isn’t faked
Can’t get you out of my mind
After a solemn embrace
My teary eyes get blind
Daily life on and out
For sure this is true
I’ll never get over you
Curse the fate
As right away I knew
It’s forever too late
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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The Sad Mother
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.
May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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