Dreams for an insomniac

Have not written in a long time, so time for something poetic to fill the vagueness

Dreams for an insomniac

late in the dark night
i sat awake by my corner light
staring at the book I could not bring myself to read
my head yearing for books i could have reread
and the clock kept ticking

finally it was lights out
those streaks of filtering lights searching for my eyes
why is this dark night so unsettlingly bright
willing almost pushing myself to slip into the peacefull nothingness
and yet the clock kept ticking by my side

with my mind raring to run off
with the rest of me completely unwilling to keep up
the battle raged on for some time
meanwhile i twisted and turned trying to pick a side
and dutiful clock kept ticking with all its might

finally it seemed like dawn breaking outside
the silly ambient lights overpowered by the mightier kinds
the slow hustle of humanity coming to life
my mind now in charge letting me know to come to terms with the time
staring at the clock ticking with absolute spite

Tonight will be another dark night
another attempt at that unreadable book
another wish for that glorious dark stillness
another hope to slip into the hypnotic slumber and dream the impossible dream
and the clock finally sitting still with no battery inside

It said...

it said we are spiritual beings
so there I sat
trying to limber up
taking in deep breaths
I stressed with each breath
and then again maybe it was concentration
flow in and out
to get the rhythm going
who said i had shallow lungs

it said glow with your heart
so there I sat
trying to glow
and go with the flow
quiet down that incessant brainless chatter
it was difficult
cause my head had it own will and ways

it said transcend and start any minute
do something that you love with your heart
so there I sat
trying to wrap my head around rhymes
having read charles bukowski
I agree rhyming is overrated

So now finally
glowing, transcending spirtual being that I am
or almost as close to getting there as I can
there I sat

When I walked on the surface of Sun

When i walked on the surface of sun
not only was it blazingly hot
not only was it blindingly bright
but much more than that was this pull from inside
the tremendous energy to implode into this singular point
multiple cells merging into one spectacular sight
and within nanoseconds it was all over
life ceased, exploding into infinity
transforming into light

Under Weather

It started raining yet again,

Sun was shining bright and brilliant,
All through last week
But then it became windy
And it started raining

Overcast misty foggy and dark
Distorted visibility in my path
Slightly chilly with the wind blowing through
Pulling onto lapels when a shiver ran through

Feeling drowsy, trying to form a coherent thought
All I want to do is watch that tree dance
Swinging back and forth, that green leafy tree
Enjoying the dew drops, the mist and the breeze

Maybe it will be sunny tomorrow, maybe not
It will be a new day and different it shall be
Or then again
It might start raining yet again..

Here we go again!

Life has become tough! to top usernames and passwords post, it has become my undoing.. I feel what all those one hit wonders felt like, desperate for the recognition and admiration they know they deserved, but cannot pull three aces again and so here is another attempt for the same elusive glory.

So I have decided there shall be no humor, no sarcasm, no pop culture reference just plain random vague thought. As Christina Aguilera said back to basics (darn u pop culture).

Here we go again! Its Business Time

I used to be a poet once long time ago, in a land far far away.. so another sincere shot at poetry.

It all came back to me again,
Sitting on the terrace chatting for hours
Sweating under the ceiling fan for hours and hours
Life was simple with very few worries
Most of them were what would there be
For breakfast, lunch or a la tea time dare I devours
The creative oh so surprisingly bad Hors d'Oeuvres

Walking under the clear dark night
Debating on alien existence
Watching all passing airplanes
Catching glimpse of meteors
Debating, watching, wishing
Political correctness we not knew thee

Days are still the same
Worries still around food
Nights are almost clear
But things have definitely changed
Maybe it’s the tectonic plates
Somebody told me they moved