Insomnia

[Wato]

I suffer badly with insomnia ( I know some of you will sympathise ) and day time things scare me :) so I wrote this, P.S I'm not a poet.

The Quest of the insomniaddict poet.

When the words become aware that their meaning is obscure, and the pulling of the hair and the mornings to endure, that appear as a thought as quick as words of hate, with a variant of love though still no point to state.
To the sounds of laughing children who you’d sooner hear on Mars, and the endless chitter chatting to the revving of the cars. With all these daylight nightmares to insomniaddict poet, bitter death calls day by night you already feel you know it.

Where is the hope of parity? Insomniaddict charity, my little dream of clarity? Well this may just be it.
So do I fix the balance here? Or find some rules which to adhere and sort my head to abate the fear? No I write this down instead.
A hopeless grip just twisted my spine, a pain a point I suppose its fine, Nothing to do with the poetic crime of dying young I pray.

The legions of wasted verbal taunts at new apartments on my old haunts
‘luxury’ they say and that’s ok, they’ll have squatters in a month.
I’m getting on I don’t like change the daylight noises to me float strange
Emotive clouds of aluminous pink and people pushing for an after work drink
at the point at which I’m waking up, and looking around for my chipped cup.

They dressed me up to see a man and for my supper sing,
so they took away the night today and made me do day things.
Now I’m lost….


And this for my Wifey.

You (my one)

And crystal tears fall into space along the river queen’s envious face,
Still she sails on. Stand fixed to afford or avert her view, from the righteous colours surrounding you.
Her silence is alchemy dressed full in green, she banishes sanity for what she has seen.
Still on more distant she sails.
So you move a smile embracing your lips, and the earth changes axis and spins and it flips, and petals take shelter ignoring their duty, how can they blossom so near to your beauty?
Stars battle in flashes in hope that you see, to shine in your eyes is worth light-years to be, and the ocean tide kisses the sand near your feet, then scurries off backwards still too shy to meet.

How does a soul as yours brake free, to give its council free to me?
How humbled am I near your shadow I walk, as winds blow whispers so you may talk.
Our Penmanmawr mountain lays silent with stones, in circles of ancients and colourful tones. Then suddenly rainbows sadden skies smile, her jealousy piercing you’re close for a while.
Question reality when spirits name her, and trees wilt and tremble even Eden cant share, her absolute essence of Love fresh and light is the guide to my future my spectrum bright white.

Still soft is my heart and simple a man, with the word Love, destroy Love I can.
So hushed I remain in hope that she knows, within my veins her ghost it flows,
For every word be whispered or tame, engraves in me her glorious name and though crystal tears must sometimes fall, my goddess, you, will catch them all.




Peace and Happiness.....Gaz.

[Gerard]

I suffer badly with insomnia ( I know some of you will sympathise ) and day time things scare me :) so I wrote this, P.S I'm not a poet.

The Quest of the insomniaddict poet.

When the words become aware that their meaning is obscure, and the pulling of the hair and the mornings to endure, that appear as a thought as quick as words of hate, with a variant of love though still no point to state.
To the sounds of laughing children who you’d sooner hear on Mars, and the endless chitter chatting to the revving of the cars. With all these daylight nightmares to insomniaddict poet, bitter death calls day by night you already feel you know it.

Where is the hope of parity? Insomniaddict charity, my little dream of clarity? Well this may just be it.
So do I fix the balance here? Or find some rules which to adhere and sort my head to abate the fear? No I write this down instead.
A hopeless grip just twisted my spine, a pain a point I suppose its fine, Nothing to do with the poetic crime of dying young I pray.

The legions of wasted verbal taunts at new apartments on my old haunts
‘luxury’ they say and that’s ok, they’ll have squatters in a month.
I’m getting on I don’t like change the daylight noises to me float strange
Emotive clouds of aluminous pink and people pushing for an after work drink
at the point at which I’m waking up, and looking around for my chipped cup.

They dressed me up to see a man and for my supper sing,
so they took away the night today and made me do day things.
Now I’m lost….


And this for my Wifey.

You (my one)

And crystal tears fall into space along the river queen’s envious face,
Still she sails on. Stand fixed to afford or avert her view, from the righteous colours surrounding you.
Her silence is alchemy dressed full in green, she banishes sanity for what she has seen.
Still on more distant she sails.
So you move a smile embracing your lips, and the earth changes axis and spins and it flips, and petals take shelter ignoring their duty, how can they blossom so near to your beauty?
Stars battle in flashes in hope that you see, to shine in your eyes is worth light-years to be, and the ocean tide kisses the sand near your feet, then scurries off backwards still too shy to meet.

How does a soul as yours brake free, to give its council free to me?
How humbled am I near your shadow I walk, as winds blow whispers so you may talk.
Our Penmanmawr mountain lays silent with stones, in circles of ancients and colourful tones. Then suddenly rainbows sadden skies smile, her jealousy piercing you’re close for a while.
Question reality when spirits name her, and trees wilt and tremble even Eden cant share, her absolute essence of Love fresh and light is the guide to my future my spectrum bright white.

Still soft is my heart and simple a man, with the word Love, destroy Love I can.
So hushed I remain in hope that she knows, within my veins her ghost it flows,
For every word be whispered or tame, engraves in me her glorious name and though crystal tears must sometimes fall, my goddess, you, will catch them all.




Peace and Happiness.....Gaz.


Brilliant Gaz..the one about your wife got me for a few seconds there mate..
You have definately got a special talent there Gaz..well done mate :handclap:

[naked lilac]

I like the one to the Wifey.. nice... :)

[Steven]

Excellent words there Gaz. Thanks for sharing.

[Wato]

Thank you's very much. appreciate that a lot. as I said I'm not a poet I just like words to flow.

When I get the cowerdly lion award for bravery I'll post some more maybe :ninja:

Again, thanks for the comments. your all very kind. :PDT_Aliboronz_11:

Peace and Happiness..........Gaz

[mesanna]

I suffer badly with insomnia ( I know some of you will sympathise ) and day time things scare me :) so I wrote this, P.S I'm not a poet.

The Quest of the insomniaddict poet.

When the words become aware that their meaning is obscure, and the pulling of the hair and the mornings to endure, that appear as a thought as quick as words of hate, with a variant of love though still no point to state.
To the sounds of laughing children who you’d sooner hear on Mars, and the endless chitter chatting to the revving of the cars. With all these daylight nightmares to insomniaddict poet, bitter death calls day by night you already feel you know it.

Where is the hope of parity? Insomniaddict charity, my little dream of clarity? Well this may just be it.
So do I fix the balance here? Or find some rules which to adhere and sort my head to abate the fear? No I write this down instead.
A hopeless grip just twisted my spine, a pain a point I suppose its fine, Nothing to do with the poetic crime of dying young I pray.

The legions of wasted verbal taunts at new apartments on my old haunts
‘luxury’ they say and that’s ok, they’ll have squatters in a month.
I’m getting on I don’t like change the daylight noises to me float strange
Emotive clouds of aluminous pink and people pushing for an after work drink
at the point at which I’m waking up, and looking around for my chipped cup.

They dressed me up to see a man and for my supper sing,
so they took away the night today and made me do day things.
Now I’m lost….


And this for my Wifey.

You (my one)

And crystal tears fall into space along the river queen’s envious face,
Still she sails on. Stand fixed to afford or avert her view, from the righteous colours surrounding you.
Her silence is alchemy dressed full in green, she banishes sanity for what she has seen.
Still on more distant she sails.
So you move a smile embracing your lips, and the earth changes axis and spins and it flips, and petals take shelter ignoring their duty, how can they blossom so near to your beauty?
Stars battle in flashes in hope that you see, to shine in your eyes is worth light-years to be, and the ocean tide kisses the sand near your feet, then scurries off backwards still too shy to meet.

How does a soul as yours brake free, to give its council free to me?
How humbled am I near your shadow I walk, as winds blow whispers so you may talk.
Our Penmanmawr mountain lays silent with stones, in circles of ancients and colourful tones. Then suddenly rainbows sadden skies smile, her jealousy piercing you’re close for a while.
Question reality when spirits name her, and trees wilt and tremble even Eden cant share, her absolute essence of Love fresh and light is the guide to my future my spectrum bright white.

Still soft is my heart and simple a man, with the word Love, destroy Love I can.
So hushed I remain in hope that she knows, within my veins her ghost it flows,
For every word be whispered or tame, engraves in me her glorious name and though crystal tears must sometimes fall, my goddess, you, will catch them all.




Peace and Happiness.....Gaz.
I near flat-out sat down and turned the knob to on. It was the reasonable thing to do so I done it. Just like that it came to me that everything truly would work out as planned and when that thought entered me head I felt calmed as if most things would work finally. The storefront glistened silkily in the light cast from overhead and the bustle changed its pitch from high to a well modulated low thum-drum-drum. Peaceful as it all was becoming, relaxed as I was, I knew something would rise over the brim of probability spilling out an ungenerous smell-taste that would cause risk to be given to the window. Naturally, my instincts were right – !were they ever wrong! – and it panned out as predicted down to the dotted i’s and crossed t’s. Simple enough to enjoy by relaxing chaired softly looking westeast northsouth with time spreading its catch-hold on my wrinkling clothes and forehead. I had a few questions to pose. Or at least to puzzle through on my own. But who would frisk them if I didn’t first give it the one-ho, two try myself, is what I said to me and heard it top to bottom clearly. So puzzlement steamed out my ears and spit gathered edge to edge along my lips whilst I pursed them and mumbled inchoately solemnized perchances to the window sill. All together it took me 6 minutes to make my final decision to bounce out of the sitting position into the walk forward position and out the doorway to the hall the landing the exit and the clear blueness in the sky.