"Night Artist"
The night-time is the right-time
since we feel by the moon.
So even without the sun
I still daydream
-my thoughts are more lucid
as they are illuminated
by lunar rays.
The field of stars you'd see
is equivalent to the amount
of thoughts I bear
that keep me awake along
with crickets' chirping chants.
Even with that, the night is so still
I dare not speak so I won't
disrupt nor destroy this magical effect.
So now I scribble & scrabble, doodle & draw,
a perfect time to master these pieces
as I let my inner night owl rise
in this starry night.
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Alibi Sworn
“A Preamble” By Alibi Sworn-- I lay here mentally far from rest since my over-active imagination, once again, began to infest. Still, I cannot stay- moving to and fro with wave-like turns from night to day. Ideas upon ideas race to ignite the spark of creativity that will highly burn, but never die down or slow down. I combine my arm to pen, the bridge to my dreams that will visually and verbally manifest like all the rest. Though my mind's eye prevents me from seeing the world completely dreary, again, there is little to no sleep for the weary. ~~ Website: http://nirvana-realm.webs.com/
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