i have heard sleepness confer with night:

                     GIRLS!

what a boy might, like a boy who works
hard at them, like girls.

                                         A BOY

with tall muscles, who works hard at them,
and would like to glide unvicarious
rills of longingfingers up thighs into
bunches of parting cotton,

during a starless, sleepness night
   when thoughts and feelings
   are confused yet strong
I hear
Corelli's measured, jubilating voices
praising God

and sense
a master's pride
   immodest
   in its musical perfection
   of transcendental adoration
reach out through centuries

the voice of human suffering
expectant of salvation
yet defiant
sounding victorious
even in its most humble moment
of timed defeat

the beauty of power
born of fragility

I'm not going to face you
I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not
going to ever admit you might be real

all my poems about you, were based on fiction
and you are not the unknown reason
my soul seems to be screaming
you're not why I don't want to be alive

I don't know the details
just know I shielded my mind from you
just know my heart breaks in two every time you're mentioned
only know, how much I want to run away

but you're not real!
this pain is based on fiction
I couldn't remember you if I wanted to
since you never even happened

and you have nothing to do
with all these sleepness nights

these sleepness nights
and lonesome dreams
flashback of memories
calmed by fatigue
its useless to wonder
where you might be
your eyes wide open
wanting to see
your new found wind
glides you away
to a place perhaps
you can finally stay
seems best not to fight
or ponder what might
just want to rid myself
these sleepless nights

you were once worth
the pain
the boredom
the sleepness nights

but now
you're not worth
any of it
the tears
the heartache
gone

nothing

that is your worth


*(violaceous)

You broke me down again and again and again
But I won't back down...
Like I'll never get used from being abused
It's okay I'll never look down
So where's the sound you made when you are around around my head
I can't sleep at night without you on my bed..
Time goes back down to one and I am missing you
Another sleepness night without the me and you
Another cold coffee and the lights are dimming low
So hit me one more time with a bolt of blue
And maybe this time around, I'll see you in a different view

I Dreamt In A Sleepness Night
Adonis
All Rights Reserved  
2021







I dreamt of a sleepness night
in a sleepness night
Dream was a deja vu
felt like something I
was reliving
Dream is a morphine
feels like something relieving
Dream is a matchstick
grit in me is rekindling
Dream is a constellation
stars in my sky are relinking
Dream is a cancellation
self-hate in me is relinquished
Dream is a fairy tale
my touch is golden as the king wished
Dream is an eagle
I scale heights with a wing twist
Dream is  savage
cry me a river and please drink it
Dream is a blessing
too much of a blessing that none can jinx it
Dream is persistence
None of the brain cells ever think to click quit
Dream is a DC legend
present a challenge and I shrink it
Dream is tunnel vision
I’ve survive in thick mist
Dream is legitimacy
topping the sick list
Dream is immortality
tailing the sick list
Dream is british
Call me johnny cause the game I englished
Dream is versatile
I adapt with a swift
Dream is an enterpreneur
if a coin is no more worth in my pocket i’m not afraid to risk it
Dream is selective
warns me of the men I should link with
Dream has no make-up on
whispers to me “with mother nature you should sync with”
Dream is a fable
like the rabbit , it is with wit
Dream is angelic
On it wings I glide with
Dream is ………….
@adonisthepoet

You apologize for falling asleep.

My phone adhering to my cheek by the sweat of "Wishing You Were Here"
It's okay. It'll always be okay.                        

You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your slumber is a lullaby.            
I listen intently.

You man-handle your mornings with the aspirations and ambitions.
A few dark hours of limberness under the silenceness of the moon.

You don't believe me when I tell you that the heavy breathing of your sleepness is a lullaby.
I listen intently.
Intensely.

I sent my last goodbye
Unto the swirling winds
And sealed it with full of loves
I hope it will come to you
Whenever you are right now

For everyone who does not knew yet
You are not my biological father
But i never felt a stranger with you
I receive your unconditional love
Like your real child

Five days of sleepness nights
I've been waiting for you
To visit in my dreams
But there is no sign
I want to whisper
My final goodbye