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Lack Of Sleep Blues

In any valley, in any land, that any man has tried to claim,
Out come the dice, for fates hand shakes, and plays at life’s game,
The peasants, the princes, the poets,
The Kings, The Queens, the slaves,
All jump through their blasted fire,
And into the next age,
 
Some voices scream, within your dream, some faces warm and some cold,
A clock strikes deep, calling you to meet, the thing from which answers are told,
When you wake up to the light,
What else can one say?
I guess if I knew,
I wouldn’t say,
 
By the shore, where babies watch war, they giggle and burp at death,
The sand is red, a severed beast’s head, amongst the setting sun,
Not one war in history,
Has ever been won,
Because the killing of men,
By men is never broken,
 
There has never been peace, any shape or form, only shifting dimensions of thought,
Within such worlds, thoughts become actions, acted upon by the brave and distraught,
We fight or we sit,
Waiting for something to be done,
When we hold the power,
To make all our dreamiest dreams come,
 
I look out at you, you look back to me, through the smoke in between us,
The wind is cold, we huddle outside, braving for the nighttime’s frost,
The storm clouds are coming,
My bicycles chain has rust,
Let us smoke one more, before we all change into dust,
 
The civil war family meets in the alley, to confront and blame some one,
Who can only walk away, say,” Save it for another day, it’s not me who’s the problem,”
If you’ve never been hated,
Then you haven’t truly had fun,
Call me a bastard,
I’ll just be laughing in the sun,
 
When the poet speaks words, from his tongue untangled, they rain like drops from the sky,
To power the earth, power it forward, by trying to reach some beautiful minds,
Yet all the words spoken,
Still strong,
Are frozen in time,
For there are no facts,
Except the ones we see,
With our eyes,
 
So dark is the street, with no one out to meet, where is a smoke when you need one,
The lamp post strides, calling shadows forward, to dance and shake with no one,
I cannot sleep,
For so much talking,
Goes on in my mind,
Another word comes,
And like a dream it fades,
It is gone with time…
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