Somnus

...Sleeping sand is always warm, especially after an uncontrolled nuclear reaction...

The mind won't keep 

away the things that feed

the mental seed.

For, if it did,

my sleep has kept

these secrets soundly;

I'm just a kid,

but yet, I've never slept profoundly.

The light of day might keep the pleasing thoughts away, 

but the dark of night will bring about a different light!

The things I know, the things I hide

will never go; they still reside

within my mind, within my heart. 

This knowledge vast will tear apart

my skin.

These cracks are growing day by day, 

but life is showing (as it may)

the things I've learned to love and hate:

The world of sleepers, I create.

Author's Note

I appreciate constructive criticism. But, if you could, let me know what grabs your attention or what you believe this poem is "saying."

Reviews

[Talismanic]

The subconcious is the best inlet for inspiration; what we see as reality is the filtered version, distorted though our own duality. There's a sense within our sleep that we are not seperate, to the suffering of the world, to at least part of it's splendour. The 'different light' and the tearing of skin is quite a violent contrast. Mind-opening, and great rhythm.

[Blue Shadow]

What I think is...that the day contains your dreams? thoughts?...until night falls then the barrier the day has set up to contain those dreams and thoughts has dissappeared leaving whats been pent up to be set free and loose upon the subconsuious...but that's just my opinion.

[Moving Mass]

Your insight gives me the impression that you are a very intelligent person, so thanks for you opinion! I'll reciprocate when I can.

[lee von cleef]

Living down wind, thinking down I would rather look up....carve a red streaked sky to add agave too.

[lee von cleef]

Un riddle Don't live down wind of a reactor. I gues I thought the mood of this made me look down, I like the "Half Full Cliche" so much more room for liquor. Liquor stuck in my head again "Tequila Sunrise" a type of Drink, from my early morning wild college days...