Couldn't sleep last night.
 

Well, could fall into sleep. did sleep after all.

how do I get - how do I get to sleep?
Please let me sleep.
po-po-poetry. that'll work
"Come sweet slumber, enshroud me in thy purple cloak."
hm. doesn't even rhyme.

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Let me expire in the arms of Morpheus....

To Sleep

O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,--
Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.

To sleep, perchance to dream - there's the rub.

--Wm. Shakespeare, "Hamlet"

SWEET and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. -
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the next,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon;
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. - -

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

Vikram Seth

I had a dream last night that paris hilton invited me to go to a play with her...at the intermission we were all sitting around this table having drinks when this dude walks by with these tickets...turns out its a charity event and each person is supposed to pay $1500 a ticket....so she gets pissed when I tell her that I can't pay and she makes this huge scene about how I shouldnt have come if I couldn't pay. So i told her not to make a scene and she got even more pissed and her parents were giving me evil looks....what a bitch!

what's it all mean....


oh yeah, and we parked like l mile away from the theater and she parked to close so i couldnt get out of the car very easily......then had to walk forever just to get to the damn seats.....

stupid bitch.....

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

W. H. Auden

But all that night, waking or in my sleep, the same thoughts recurred and the same images retained possession of my brain. I had ever before me the old dark murky rooms--the gaunt suits of mail with their ghostly silent air--the faces all awry, grinning from wood and stone--the dust and rust and worm that lives in wood--and alone in the midst of all this lumber and decay and ugly age, the beautiful child in her gentle slumber, smiling through her light and sunny dreams.

- Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.


Walt Whitman

my favorite song about sleeping..
 

Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste.
But my sun's heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping

Sleep is reconciling,
A rest that peace begets.
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at ev'n he sets?
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping,
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping.