Posts Tagged ‘sleep’
Silent hush fall deaf,
Still pillow confide with trust,
Awake after dawn.
The drugs (hush) don’t work, they make me worse – o ye faithless one — who hit the snooze button 3 times today in the morning.
Alright, I’m still a non-believer of the secret sect of pillow-hush-alarm.
Maybe the older secret sect of pillow-talk-alarm works better, then again the idea is to get awake on time not to get asleep promptly.
I have no sword; I make the sleep of the mind my sword.*
I can’t sleep. Does that makes me a pacifist or my mental sword still sheathed?
Enclosed, my mind pregnant with cold metallurgy of profanity — spitting hatred as opposed to battering vengeance.
The sea breeze didn’t offer the usual zen-like serenity, in this balmy night.
I spat tragedy. I cried apathy.
I can’t sleep.
Thus I sheath my “sword” and spill the fluid of “innocence”. Till I lay asleep in the arm of ethereal “succubus”.
*Extract from the Samurai creed, referring to the condition of detachment known as “Muga.” The Spirit of Zen.