Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sleep. Show all posts

In New York


The city that never sleeps - New York. Seems a good place for an eternal Insomniac. Third Night Straight, ZERO sleep. Lets hear it for New York!!!



In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York, New York, New York

"Take me out, Take me under, Lack of sleep, Lack of Slumber, Without Dreams, All sounds are Thunder, What is Peace, I'll always Wonder." Violet Goodwin

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Illumination by Candle Light


A Candle Never Loses its Light by Lighting Another Candle. an ancient proverb




When a Candle shares it's flame with another, Its flame is not diminished nor Its illumination dimmed. By sharing its flame with another, It creates another flame. A flame that can now also be shared and combined their ability to illuminate grows such that together they can shine light into places where darkness once hid.



I'd like to think that a Heart can be like a candle. Not loosing its love by sharing it with another, but rather gaining experience and the power that comes with such. Deepening and enriching the life of the hearts owner as well as the hearts it shares its Love with.

 At least that is my take - Once I can put that, along with a few points as to why guilt shouldn't be felt, My Reply to the message should be almost complete.

If only sleep were like a candle, or a heart. Yet again I ponder on my love for sleep and the unrequited love insomnia has for me.

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Fire & Ice - A Frost Filled Night


Yet Again . . .

I battle with Insomnia. I previously mentioned being once called 'one with a lyrical soul'. The beauty of being such is that often I find solace and comfort in words. Others Words, Lyrics, Quotes &Poems  express my feelings far better than my own. And because such is true, another poem to share (with u - lol - I suck as a poet)

Robert Frost has been a favourite poet for many years. The imagery transcends through the illustrative speech, filled with meanings to devour and discover, as time passes further insights become discovered. - yeah I know I suck as a blog writer - but that's probably because I treat this a bit like a diary or journal & simply type the words as they come to me, I never write a rough draft. I just spew posts forth from inside my mind ver batim.

Anyway not my number 1 fave by Frost (which is nothing gold can stay) but I dare say a close 2nd

Fire & Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 


& for those obsessive twilight freaks - the ones who actually read the books rather than just watch the movies - yes this poem is quoted at the beginning of Eclipse

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Acquainted With The Night



I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky.

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. 

Robert Frost 

I too am becoming Acquainted with the night,
Many lost wishes thought before the new light,
To be dreaming before the dawn,
It's not only for lost sleep I mourn.

Ok so I should leave the poetry to the poets - Basically I'm still battling Insomnia.


I just can't get no sleep - faithless


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Delicate Slumber


I grasp at sleep as though it were made of fine gossamer threads, yet no matter how gently I hold it, it always manages to slip ever so delicately and gracefully through my fingers. . .

And yet again I watch the dawn in all its glory rise above the horizon, gradually waking the world from the slumber i so desperately crave.

"I'm so tired I can't sleep, Sit & drink Pennyroyal tea." - Pennyroyal Tea, Kurt Cobain, NIRVANA


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