"An Insomniac's Prayer"
A dark and dreary full moon's eve, 'twas I a creature of the night. Now the black births it's own creature. Alas, for it is upon me that it has berthed.
"Forsooth," I swear aloud to the witches of the hour, "As the Phoenix before me, with dawn I shall rise. In body, and in spirit."
'Tis the time till then. 'Tis always, and in all ways, the time till then...
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Held back the garrote, seized pen, he wrote.
Within the maze, empty the days.
Nary a link, another rat fink.
Still waters, alone, chilled to the bone.
Exit is sought, perish the fraught.
Dwindle the fear, end it is near.
Weather is foul, soul a howl
Hollow me out, empty the doubt.
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A door is closed. The handle is broken.
You wait for someone the other side to open.
While you stand you momentarily ponder.
What could be over yonder.
Yet you know, in just a beat.
Your's is just to take a seat.
To observe and watch as others try.
Leaving you to wonder why.
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Another day, to be productive?
Again reject, the self destructive. Tomorrow comes, it will not wait. That's okay, I'll make it a date.
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If you and your brood get in a mood, tis a good day to explore the pathway. The park is ready, the lake is blue. The freighter hovers in idyllic view.
So get a traveling, take the road. Or I'll keep harassing, check, I'll even goad. Now get a moving, giddy up, the sun is shining, time to sup.
C'mon down the food is hot. Ice cream's cold, waiting to be sold. Bring your appetite, have a treat. It's high noon, time to eat!
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Nights are empty. Days are full.
To the left, to the right, I feel the pull.
Talk and listen all thru the light.
No conversation in the night.
Where once it was all I knew.
Now I'm left a wee bit blue.
Yet tomorrow is another day.
Through it all, I find my way.
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Forged in the fires that fuel the fears of fools.
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Another one up. Another one down.
Welcome to the merry go round.
The pressure rises, inhibitions fall.
Put this plane into a stall.
Testing fortitude, misplaced will.
Another sip of this swill.
What is left? Where'd it go?
Answers come, yet you never know.
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I am the dragon. I am everywhere and nowhere at once. I exist both within and without. When you see, I am there. Where you look, I have vanished. When you know me, you know.
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Poisoned eve, shining night. Forever burning black and bright. From within the night doth shine. Illuminate in its heady brine.
In the dark I welcome the traveler. Lost upon an ocean of yearn. Within the night I feel the urge. A lonely path I shall burn.
As the swirling comes to rest, the storm of desire upon my chest, unto the day I set my sight. If only I survive this night.
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Prose. Just under my nose. Fails, he knows. Yet tales he grows.
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In the dark, fires alight. In the night, fears afright. In the black, from bone it seep. To the core, soul doth weep.
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To dance with the devil in the pale moon light. If only he'd follow the tune I write, perhaps we'd not need the night.
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I drown in the light others use to sight their way.
In the dark I thrive, alive, with fire. Gusto and desire driving ever into the night
For who shall light this dusky path 'less first I forge it through shadow and shade?
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Eyes like pools of oil. Showing an almost dark rainbow of purples and orange. Each color and shade symbolizing another layer of the person they desperately try to hide.
I cannot free you from a prison of your own making. I can only tempt you to release yourself.
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Onward through the void.
Ever onward
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When yelling into the void, one shouldn't expect an echo.
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Fulcrum. I. Pivot, why?
Order neither in, yet never out.
The weight of the world rests upon thee, to carry on, we, effortlessly?
All doth teeter on the delta. Razor's edge, slicing, sharply dicing.
Bleed it not, yet ever dread.
Scales of wonder, never said.
Day or night, steps alight. Set the balance point to right.
Around me, all, it's a swirl. Twirl thine head, mind in dread.
Never curl up out of bed.
Fulcrum. I. Till I die.
Infinity, a tasty pi.
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In your voice, a tremor, a tenor of discontent. In your day, in your way, perish the quiver of weariness, the shiver of unhappiness. Let the warmth shine in your ears, the scents of lilacs fill your eyes, and a fingers touch guide your sighs.
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Mood is to shirt as smile is to dirt. Tasks stack, overwhelming attack, never a moment in the sack.
Another day, another way, sun and light, no more to say.
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Not nuo, just no. Because when I say no, there is no space for U
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Strength, yet weakness, through the filament that exists between, through the ether and around the elemental.
Tis a multistage affair. With trips and traps designed to ensnare. Unfair. With no sure way from here to there.
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Whatever will be, will be better with whiskey.
