My days!!
Whose eyes are on duty
At this ungodly hour?
Surely,
None but mine.
Who then shall watch me
Dance to the tune
Of beautiful INSOMIA?
Oh sweet disease!
I threw it's pills
Consented to its thrills
For diamond moments like this.



Yes fam.
Why shall I dose on pills
When mother earth is pregnant
With burdens?
Shall I not dwell
On it's thrills
Exploring my allowances?
INSOMIA
How I worship
The magnificent repercussions
Of your presence!



For I,
Mute of words
As my tongue fell asleep.
Fingers crave.
Mind tortured, matyred for words.
My pen releases ink,
Innovating a remdesivir
To cure the world
Of the pandemic burdens
Of hate, segregation and violence.

Make them vanish
Make them go
**** them with your
Shining silver sword
Don't you dare drown them
They will swim
Or they'll hunt you
From underneath
Just like the candles
Their fire'll be blown
Let them be smoke
Let them be gone
They're your
Insomia at 3am
Your nightmare
From dusk 'till dawn
Oh my dear Reilegh
Go down and slay your demons

2 Am:
Laying in my bed , saying to myself ,"Get me outta here,I have to go."
2:30 Am:Sitting in his seat, thinking to myself , speaking out "Get the me outta here, I have to go."
2:45 Am : I'm riding on the freeway just he and me , the sky is getting dimmer. Rows of house, A park, a bench , and a gazebo. The luxury of the innocent and ignorant
3:14 Am: we're parked , let's have an adventure . All the while I'm thinking again," get me outta here, I have to go"
3:46 Am : "I have to get you home." "I know"
4:00 Am: the water falls down my body into a pool reminding me of my ***** reflection,  I send no text I say no words I lay silent in bed and realize I'm not that voice in my head . She's still tapping on the walls saying , "let me out , come on. Get me outta here I have to go"

Sleep,
where have you been?
I am **** tired
pacifying my relentless heart
and you there
hiding from afar,
watching me
eager to find you.

Come out now, I plea.

-*qyf

In nighttime living creatures fell dead asleep by herds |
I alone am an orphan to the darkness and the candlelight |
And my dreams depart for whimsical lands with the migratory birds |

Under the roofs people sleep with their eyes shut tight |
All the dramas of daily life locked down their windows |
I alone am an orphan to the darkness and the candlelight |

Here my imagination took its feathery flight |
Between these shadows of empty cul-de-sac |
All the dramas of daily life locked down their windows |

The moon steals out the stories in inspiration’s sack |
Here with my dreams, desires, and depressions out of sight |
Between these shadows of empty cul-de-sac |

Improvisation opened his iridescent lips for a bite |
My melatonin ignites the fire within the constellations |
Here with my dreams, desires, and depressions out of sight |

Legends, myths, and superstitions find me with consternations |
In nighttime living creatures fell dead asleep by herds |
My melatonin ignites the fire within the constellations |
And my dreams depart for whimsical lands with the migratory birds|

I barely sleep
How can I? faces keeps haunting
Whenever I close my eyes,  It's like a movie scene
Fairies, ghost, angels and demons
Dramas, thrillers, actions, comedies and fantasies
They're just one blink away

Tell me how to sleep
When a lot of voices enter my head
Some tell me to be good
Some persuade me to do the other way
Even I put my two hands in my ear
Still voices i can hear

Rarely I sleep
Just a nap thanks to those sleeping pills
It helps me show my sleeping skills
But I can't have it daily
I don't want it to be my habbit

Maybe you wonder
Why schizophrenian amnesia not insomia
I don't know the difference of day and night anymore
The scene was so vivid always keeps me awake
Awake that sometimes I don't remember how to sleep


July 3, 2014
Mysterious Aries

Dear God just make the thoughts stop please

I'm widely awake
in the middle of the night
deeply hurt and pained

The only reason
Why I can't sleep at night
Is because of you

The girl who left me behind

Brainwaves
Eyes glazed three ways
Vast avenues filled with vultures
Going through cultures of sycophants
Do you believe that you can achieve
Anything
I'm used to forcing myself to crash
It's past being a nuisance
My two cents is wanted
Yet rarely offered
I will throw them in a wishing well and cross my fingers
Congruent and parallel to the same thought pattern
When I was a truant student
Why didn't you seize that opportunity
I'm feeling nothing close to unity
Unified to misery
How do artists make money
Some find a special portal like Star Fox via N64
However most starve then die
Along with their burdened minds burning
Mines turning
Stomach churning like old fashioned butter
Slowly with hard work going unnoticed
Until the final product is seen
Surely difficult to maintain focus
Faint remembrance of remnants of functionality
Bypassed fractured frames of previous formality
Casualty of easily landing jobs
Clean ***** was on tap not in a kit or bottle
Attained nothing of notoriety
Definitely hyperbolic there
Did this to **** anxiety
Digression
Nevertheless it was only exasperated
Can't remember the last time I was naturally elated

2 days? really? 2 ways: tow two ouch days?
i have written anything in two days?
well!
that must stand corrected:
if i'm a poet therefore i'm a bad journalist
and battling insomia... and god:
and the night walking
Heraclitus and Bertnard Russell...
what five, 5, 5iver books would
i bring to Kauai and teach Reyla
the glory of books...
i know one... Cantos... Ezra...
Bukowski:
something about walking through
the fire...
no no... Bukoswski is right:
just two books..
the one you haven't finished
but were reading over there
and a book to glorify the memory of
your grandfather's hospitality
and learning...
your time alone:
books then:
Knausgaard's vol 6 and ******...
the jumbee jump
into ****** and Elert as two human wholes:
double-think>?
Orwell didn't mention double-think did he?
serialized Harlequinn of the low
hanging fruit of prophecy...
try Solomon's agtitation with  a persistence
for a stability in and of time...

such a different cat to human dynamic
when i'm left alone
in a house full of the alchemy of ghosts...
something that Christianity never
allowed itself to have:
but the cult of science is there
and when create a strcuture for a religion
too...
religion of the antithesis of consciousness
as the Arabs proposed...
with the thesis being concentration
and focus...
focus...                         focus:
honing in machine...
        public scrutiny unlike taking pictures
of suicide in a spot in Japan:
the argument:
a father and two sons
had wine drenched t-shirts...
started the argument...
as judge, inquirer,
empathy-defendend
as sympathy-accussed...
                     an? not and? not defendant?
i'm experiecing a freeflow to
understand dyslacia...
can i pleas write without AI
underlining my words:
fgo: a period of 10min?!
pole: please please:

             my wife asked me:
i replied: what big bang?
in a ******* vacuum?
so the interlude:
i monkey, chain: asked:
exasctly:
she's ultra-Christian dream-lady
not a cat-lady
a dream-lady
she asked for a night-walker
and chatterer for a lover...
she asked for a night-walker
and a chatterer for a lover...
thrice?!

wait wait: so i wasn't supposed to throw
the party?
oh: right: i don't know enough people...
i thought it was only me and you (Greg)
and Alex...
i am introverted so i will probably
spend most of the time talking
to your daughter:
and if i will wear a Taylor Swift t-shirt
it will indicate white knights
of the light geekdom
unlike the black and BARACK UBAMA
                        IRON MAIDEN!
so much in my head: St. Augustine...
catholic safe haven
for abused leftover Prostentatism
of the Gospel DISPERSE choir...
who heard them:
why did i travel to Hawaii
and fall over my knees and Achilleses
and... seriously?
unearth an ancient people who were
asking from Asia: toward the sea
from Taiwann...
because...
the...
"supposed"
European dict...

then i laughed so hard and woke
the sleeping cat
on my desk that's my bed:
van gogh and ear and chair
descartes and thought and table
what did i start to do?
licked my index middle and ring
with my saliva my painting
then started to groom  my pet
by giving him gel for a fringe
but not gelatine and whiskers...
licked it like my favorite scene
where Quicksilver saves
all those children from the school
after the explosion...
but... i'm not Quicksilver...
i'm Quicksilver's father: Magento...

i thought i was throwing the party...
oh: the kido cried because she got
a taylor swift t-shirt with some bangles...
i have only one left:
anti-hero...
      
             so... let's spealk grammar?
don't think so...
i think i thought about something
too: altoge....

cats ask finish: feel good chaos:
best good English Whitechapel y'ah
alles gut... blah blah...
                Jacob STD phobe:
enzyme... cultural icon too:
but scientifically:
what is individual in biology and chemistry
physics etc.
but with religion
after christ a madman...
so... the balancing act:
can't allow Buddha in into this dynamic
of the chimera of scrutiny of
employability:
still don't think we're on the numbers:
why-how

        outliers where: when:
fire is how?
water is why?
air is where?
when is earth?                           ask...

one...          i give one person one time:
to tell me where i made the intitatial mistakes
having being the first
to find this problem:

sie(tail)
         is not the self
or the self-absence:
sie(tail-e)
began the process of
automation:
a.i.: efficieciency:
this Holocaust will be covert:
slow... it has to be slow:
can only tell an idiot
he's one once:
nail: to no hammer:
just a coffin:
they sort of sink in and keep
the matter shut...
we don't need retards in heaven
these retards of christ
of the earth will not be resurrected!
do you understand me?!
do you?!

DECORUM!
the argument and the stage of the court:
one father 2 sons...
against
Solomon... i am...
there came a judgement and i was called
an uncircumcised ****...
i have a *** Army father with two cucks...
he showcased me not being circumcised...
a ******* Jew in the Hammer Army?
seriously...
powernap... argument of a woman
and a vulnerable male
against three males, sober...
protecting their ******* smartphones?
i was: judge: i would have
the executioner powers had i had them
and shot them: dead to autumn
like concers and brains...

              decorum: you don't ******* film
an alcoholic trance of meditation
and then film a JApanese suicide of
just hanging around:
you *******... PLEB! you TV ZOMBIE...
the moon turned red when Alex
aseked me about my frequency
but i ssaid i had no favorite color:
favorite? seriously? do you have a favorite
word or shape?!
favorites who spoke this ****** Zodiac
paraphrase?!

my hand is a paw is to a feline tiger
a spider...
but as i mentioned:
the muddle: who strives to will a power:
without telepathy
or the comic script...
i'm not... prof X...
turn away digust of the cat that i wrote
those lines... who then for the children:
i should get bald?!
so much cultural affection of a dying kind...

the will to strife what becomes a will to strive:
simple:
ergonomic philosophy and
the fact that horses and cats
get to relax without fewer rats
and plough and wars

one finger: the cat continues to lie in my bed:
one finger: index:
i'm writing about you:
you're not a model
i'm not a painter:
i don't need your features:
i just need your summary:
your ontology...
i am sketching with poem
and you're not a cat...
i'm a fox godhead
and i'm looking for the cat godhead:
if i am the fox... no... now...

i'm the incubated house and intelligence
and the warm:
so my pride is
a fox is a toothless... Christian gay-lady
of homelessness that becomes
an affair of a grand household
on Mawney Road (roads are winding,
streets are rigid)
          
sorry, lost the plot...
i'm still conscious:
i'm still experiencing consciousness:
but i've lost concentration:
that dimension where thinking exists
to find and explore and share
meaning
of correlating the ancient Greek
genesis:
universals are synoynms
while particulars are antonyms...
maybe let's test it within the confines
of giving spain Sagrada Família...
i seriously thought i was hosting
the party:
the lasty bbq i hosted i ended up
a black girl in the attic of my bedroom:
maybe on neutral ground
i'll just buy my deducted price
Welsh whiskey
head up early and help with the prep...

tell me all the ways to stay awake
I'm sleeping on sunlight
the moon ignites synapses to charge
don't know a dream from reality
I'm counting every single last seam
no one is real since these walls keep turning
cocoon my thoughts away- I'll steal them back
drown my sorrows in the melatonin
all it does is buzz and hiss at this pink machine
insomia's a blessing when nightmares attack
waking daydreams in shuddered hisses
go back into the time sleep was a need
not a vain want wrapped in disease