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Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Monday, June 4, 2012

Through The Realm of Closed Eyes

Don't forget the dream
Words from a keen
Mind
My aspirations are lead by the blind
Corrective decisions
Second chances will be mine

The goal lies in front of me
Like carrots on a stick
Distractions surround me
Like zombies in a horror flick

What was that I saw
Through sleep clouded eyes
A vision of my victory
A vision of my rise

Just keep going
Please don't stop
My destiny calls me closer
It's gonna' take a lot

Retroactive memories
Unenlightened epiphanies
Keep me from my purpose
But nothing can hinder me

A faded recollection of a technicolored thought
Speaks in volumes
My purpose will be sought
My will
With the strength
Of some unearthly metal
Reality can't stop
This focused rebel
I glimpsed it from a distance
A long time back
I will fall into space
As if the earth were flat
I'm reaching
For something
A long way out
I will walk away unscathed
From this restless bout
I'm floating on thin air
Just because I can
My purpose will define me
And tell me who I am
Waking eyes
Cause pause
But never full desist
These visions have their flaws
Nonetheless I shall persist
I'm peeking through the seam
Of which I tore myself
I won't forget the dream
I've put it on my shelf



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