#creative insomnia

[guppygiggles]

I thought we were past this.

You thought wrong, hah!

Can't I sleep a little longer? You already kept me up until one a.m.

No can do, I'm afraid.

Please...?

Nope! Get up and make art, coward.

...I'm going to personify you in my art, one of these days.

I'd love nothing more! Then I can torment you visually, too!

ARGH!

Hehe! Tough~

Fine, I'm up. By the way, I need a voice color for you. What would you like?

How accomodating! Let's go with purple.

Purple it is, you cheeky shit.

[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Time and sleep

Time and sleep

indivisible merged

in the place

out of reach

or

sometimes

unreachable

sometimes irresistable

never available

upon request

sleep and time

never to find

in a jar

or bottle of wine

only when

perhaps calm

claims the stage

can time

or even sleep

be found and banked

against the need

for sudden.

withdrawal

[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Z

Some nights

you get the Lethe

and beyond the act of sleep

there is no recall

and some nights it's the Styx

some nights the current

in inperurbable forcefulness

delivers you to morning

wrapped in forgetfulness

of what the night possessed

some nights it's the Styx

some nights It's called the Acheron

who's malignant rocks and

ripping swells

take you across to hell

where the tide of mind

sits at the tiller

laughing madly

as with nightmares it viciously

waves in your face

reducing the night

to a sweat bathed disgrace

some nights it's the Acheron

some nights it's the Styx

whatever the river

that sleep delivers

that's where you will go

they take you to morning

a powerless inert body

caught in the undertow

@atlasconsiderations

[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Cold Metal

And it's possible to tell

at what temperature

and humidity level

the moisture will congregate

out of the atmosphere

onto cold metal

and sometimes you can tell

and others not

when unwelcome dreams

will preticipate

out of the ether

and emerge from the pores

in unwelcome warm

condensate

[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Hunting

And last night the hunt was in full swing crazily chasing the ephemeral thing swiping with despairing hands only to find no emptiness to bring And yet tonight from no where there was the subtle settling of silent respite a nod and a wink in muscle unwind summoned from just there the place when looked for i can never find

[yourfavoriteknightmare]

Gravity

This black hole feels colder Shadow lined walls darker than night My questions grow louder Left yelling at an empty sky.

And you are so close to me But I can’t touch and you can’t see. How could you leave me behind?

Where are you? Why won’t you call out to me? I thought that I knew you But all I feel is hollow weight, How heavy a heart can break I lost my gravity.

Now all of the time in the world Could never attempt to heal. And all the places on Earth Are tinted with shades of lonely. You said you’d stay near always But now you’re gone, and all I see Is the ghost of you staring, From inside my memory.

Where are you? Why won’t you call out to me? I thought I knew you But all I feel is hollow weight, How heavy a heart can break I’ve lost the best part of–

Sometimes I think you are so close, But I can’t touch and I can’t see. I hear your ghost at night Echoing inside my empty Heart, still breaking Afraid, I’m just making The biggest mistake with What you swore was the best of–

Where are you? Why won’t you call out to me? I thought I knew you But all I feel is hollow weight, How heavy a heart can break I lost my gravity. (I could never forget) I lost the best part of me (Filled with blameless regret) I lost my gravity. I lost the best part of me. I lost my gravity.

I lost your gravity.

[hangingoninquietdesparation]

and it's a drip,drip,drip of acid falling and I would unfurl my soul and spread it like some loving carapace to stop the hurt from falling on your heart and willingly gladly till rent with holes and useless as I am to behold i would hold it over your very existence hoping for love to wash the pain away

[writerchickmarie]

Santo & Johnny | Sleepwalk | For more great videos like this, then like our page...

Dick Clark shares a little bit of the story of how Sleepwalk was written, before a wonderful performance by Santo & Johnny.  (And since I used to play pedal steel guitar years ago, watching this makes me smile.)

@johnlloydyoungfriends thought you might like to see this one.  :o)