Sleeping is an art form of such profound change,
We cannot live without it,
But too little of it is dangerous,
A person with a mindset of random foreboding and apprehension,
Will be paralyzed by the thought of random dreams,
This is something that can be managed,
As long as the mind wills it,
It lassos the willing in a drip of grains,
Supplying them with tainted responsibility,
A child's dream is always welcome,
But rarely encouraged,
The blue stars of a thousand stars,
Pawing their way through the home front,
In a vision of satellites',
This what we can imagine about.
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Aspirations
I have many aspirations for my writing this year. Many of my problems are solved by expressing myself through the written word. I plan to extend my reach. Spreading my wings so to speak. I am anxiety driven, as are most of us. Writing is a mindful stress reliever. I have found a partner in crime, recently. A beauty in multiple shades of brown. A soft skinned mother driven genius at heart. Body like a rockstar, soft spoken obedience, lady in societies woe. Writing struggles al around me. Hard to seperaate them. The chaotic struggle of my brain capacity. My lady will give me inspiration.
By Tambourine Manabout a month ago in Poets
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Sleep has always fascinated me. The human need for sleep to regenerate us. And off we go to wander the universe in our subconscious time...well spent