This is my story...this is the poem I've written years ago that made me start to think that words do really get into your mind at 3 AM...this is from my archive of poetry...
it all happened @ 3AM.;-)
Twirl
Whirling around
Turning upside down
Flowing rapidly through this crown
Tarsier eyes glowing in the dark lost in space in the park
The emptiness of the dripping water
Gently surpassable with in the ticking of an hour
With rhythm sounding like the house gecko
Scratching the snore in an echo
Pests doesn’t mind being startled
As long as there are no snakes that will show up and say: "Behold here is an apple"
Is it reigning in my veins? Or mainly the tick tock of this wretched brain
Maybe? This one sided hair is bringing this crown heavy
I don’t know, perhaps the mosquito bites are driving me crazy
The sound so silent? Not quite. It’s just not day because it’s night
My world may not be theirs
Well, I’ve given up such black and white movie..who cares?
So many writings need blossoming moves
Yet this heavy crown is wandering and so it proves
Papers filling up the garbage cellophane
with melancholy for undying pain
Wishes were not obtain, only to find out I am in vain
History declares past, yet haunting memories are vast
Time remaining is definitely short, yet tear doesn’t leave me in this court
Occupying the hard wooden seat, good thing it helps in relaxing my feet
And what am I blabbering about? Mystical emotion that’s been pending and wants to be out
Wines glasses & candle sticks may count my days astray and far from it’s peak
Software mechanics & gastric juices have conquered this world’s cruises
Scattered glasses & guitar strings, glued and twined fit for a king
Shining in the rendezvous, awed me in this kaleidoscopic view
Circling paths of hot cocoa, stirred up and creates a delicious choco
By the pricking of the hands, I just wanna swim in the pan
Purple violets and blue, the bed is calling me curly sue
Annoying sound of things around but my, oh my…it’s 3 AM and what am I doing in this pound?
The lights outside doesn’t want to peek, especially if I’m still awake thinking like a geek
So my dear happy feet, I am off to bed to let my crown imagine dreams so sweet
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