Moving slowly
No sleep makes you that way
This is the final notice
This is it
No more excuses
Just start living now
Or just a little bit
More sleep
Backward Journey
Nightlife
Another sleepless night
Another week
Another year
Still writing, still thinking
Life could be worse and better
The sun keeps rising
Every day
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Sleepless Wonder
Timeless motion machine
Making noise out of memories
All night depriving mature men
Of their rightfully earned right
Sleeping is such a bless
A seldom seen guest
At my bed
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Sound Waves
Silent data
Silent mind
Noisy radio
Noisy man on the bus
Birdsong
Reading and listening
Throughout the night
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Announcement
Tonight I determined
That I am not human
Not authentic
Just a weird sort of
Poetry bot
Producing text for
Readers that might not
Exist
But being Webspiders
Or Bot readers
Then I fell
Into a dreamless sleep pattern
Not awaken until
I became a stock market program trader
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Among the Wolfs
Being tired
missing sleeping
Night after night
Waking up
For three hours
To contemplate all the things
That should have been done long time ago
Before sleeping
Watching movies or
Listening to endless podcast
The price for an hour of sleep
Is high, precious gift
When a pill can cure it all
Yes why not
What a pathetic
Conundrum
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Sleep
To be able to sleep
It is such a blessing
Life recovers
And renews itself
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No Sleep
Sleeping with tigers
Gives no peace of mind
Moving the worrisome
Burden of being a man
Into a fake battle
Between women and men
Young and old
There is no place
For solidarity and caring
Or Sharing no no no
Only take and steel
Plunder and destroy
Society will scream
With joy
The world belongs to the
Narcissistic thief
To his and her relief
The honest man will
Always be punished
The good man lose
You just have to choose
Live or lose
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Run Rerun Return Repeat
The mind runs around
In circles
While the body still sleeps
Visiting the same places
Again and agin in the
Dream
Life was hard on me
Creating wounds
That will not heal
In a lifetime
Still every day
We, me and my body
Get up, go to work
Fight the fights of the day
And return home
In order to rerun
The show in perpetual pattern
That is what life is a show
But no one is watching
No one really cares
We are just machinery
And decoration sometimes
Only at night do we
Leave on vacation
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Unable To
Tired of seeing
What is going
To be
Without being
Able to change
Anything
