Kingdom of the waking world
gifts throne to all dilemma,
where every monumental reign
is made of golden terror,
confusion blends the noises,
the thunder of such leaping,
that is why; mistaken friend
I’m safest when I’m sleeping.
As when I make the headlines
empty judgement blares,
ensuing from the zombies,
rewriting all the cares,
with plastic minds; and metal hearts;
ignoring the soul seeping,
that is why, misguided friend
I’m safest when I’m sleeping.
Sullied scripts; and rotten reels,
will cut up all my dreams,
no live acts; upon broadcast,
poster child deems,
as lexicon is stunted,
by their timid bleeping,
that is why, my fucked up friend
I’m safest when I’m sleeping.
Drinking in a pub with ghosts
that my blade has made,
would create some peace and quiet
ending all the shade,
but living with myself and you,
is something not worth keeping,
that is why, my absent friend
I’m safest when I’m sleeping!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If humanity, as a cosmic commodity, had an advertising campaign, its slogan would read something like this: "Be too much!" Every single piece of overcomplication, divisiveness and dissatisfaction, is a result of human decision, which has then been implemented into an action, of which for the last two thousand years (and counting), there has been by too much of, and unnecessarily so. Everybody has got to be doing something, and mostly without any thought whatsoever, which gets to me think, that sometimes the only decent thing that our species can do, is nothing. With that said, I give you this poem entitled: "I'm Safest When I'm Sleeping", which gives you the contrast of woeful mindless activity against the simple act of "having a nap." I hope that you enjoy this poem, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone.
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It is far safer when everyone is sleeping. The species that we think is superior (judged by ourselves) has been here such a brief time and the real judge nature is thinking what to tell us about her decision. Over confident we raise our hands in victory but the judgement is not in. A great write that well could be a song
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