I was in the throws of slumbers wakening my eyes
yearned for that moment of total tranquillity.
But pennies dropped in to my vacant pools as each
Rippled on the Edges of my eyes sleep gathered on
each corner and I once again blinked into endless
Whirlpools of thought that asked the same question
"Why can I not sleep,
I played with the shadows that played like children
In a sandpit but this wasn't the sandman's dust, no
It was the sand that gets in every crack. Washing it
Out of those place that need closing but always a grain
Irritating that place that never quite closes complete.
"I know I'll count sheep,
"What shall I get them to jump over?
"How many is too little, to much to count in sleep,
"One sheep.
"Two sheep,
"Three sheep,
Why was that one black? it looked at me with intent.
It wanders around my thoughts eating on the grass
Of my sleep deprived fears.
"Baaahhh,
"Baaahhh,
"Listen to me,
What the hell is going on, an imaginary sheep in
Onyx wool is talking to me?
"Slumber is death and I will keep you from it,
"I need this sleep to recharge batteries gone cold,
I think for a moment is this sycosis of not dreaming
Of eyes on full beam. Even though the bulb extinguished
Three hours before but I see the light in front of me.
This lamb chop of thought, this claustrophobic intent
It blankets my eyes. Yet my eyes see all that flickers
In nights shroud of eternal awakening.
"Stop you noise, of hooves echoing in my eyes,
"Why not let me rest like the dead in peace,
It jumps once again faster, louder till like thunder
Clapping and the light is darkness keeping me awake.
I scream at nothing, at everything then I sit silent.
"Hello an good morning and welcome,
" Its your 7AM wake up tune of the day,
I jolt backwards in confused glare, I'm a deer in
Headlights of obscured thought?
What the? all a dream of ill winds confusion. I gather
Myself and rehearse the night and find that this was
But a nightmare gleam, I think out loudly a music
Sings in a background of thought.
"One sheep.
"Two sheep,
"Three sheep,
Ill never let you in my dream, I'll count myself lucky
If I never count those counting sheep ever again in
A psychedelic sleep deprived theme.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
I was in the throws of slumbers wakening my eyes
yearned for that moment of total tranquillity.
But pennies dropped in to my vacant pools as each
Rippled on the Edges of my eyes sleep gathered on
each corner and I once again blinked into endless
Whirlpools of thought that asked the same question
"Why can I not sleep,
I played with the shadows that played like children
In a sandpit but this wasn't the sandman's dust, no
It was the sand that gets in every crack. Washing it
Out of those place that need closing but always a grain
Irritating that place that never quite closes complete.
"I know I'll count sheep,
"What shall I get them to jump over?
"How many is too little, to much to count in sleep,
"One sheep.
"Two sheep,
"Three sheep,
Why was that one black? it looked at me with intent.
It wanders around my thoughts eating on the grass
Of my sleep deprived fears.
"Baaahhh,
"Baaahhh,
"Listen to me,
What the hell is going on, an imaginary sheep in
Onyx wool is talking to me?
"Slumber is death and I will keep you from it,
"I need this sleep to recharge batteries gone cold,
I think for a moment is this sycosis of not dreaming
Of eyes on full beam. Even though the bulb extinguished
Three hours before but I see the light in front of me.
This lamb chop of thought, this claustrophobic intent
It blankets my eyes. Yet my eyes see all that flickers
In nights shroud of eternal awakening.
"Stop you noise, of hooves echoing in my eyes,
"Why not let me rest like the dead in peace,
It jumps once again faster, louder till like thunder
Clapping and the light is darkness keeping me awake.
I scream at nothing, at everything then I sit silent.
"Hello an good morning and welcome,
" Its your 7AM wake up tune of the day,
I jolt backwards in confused glare, I'm a deer in
Headlights of obscured thought?
What the? all a dream of ill winds confusion. I gather
Myself and rehearse the night and find that this was
But a nightmare gleam, I think out loudly a music
Sings in a background of thought.
"One sheep.
"Two sheep,
"Three sheep,
Ill never let you in my dream, I'll count myself lucky
If I never count those counting sheep ever again in
A psychedelic sleep deprived theme.
