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I found my way back
back, to that place I go to
When I cry
When I sleep
When I die
High in the atmosphere
into worlds.
I have my own hide away
no one can find me.
I've watched the universe
spin slowly.
Change from dark to light,
night to day,
night to day.
I've seen caves and creatures
roam the planet.
Lush green trees
ripped from their homes.
Giant animals
fall to the ground.
I've called upon the archangels for protection
from the darkness that has covered the earth.
I've fallen out of my hiding place
and landed in the darkest of nights.
Sun that seems too bright.
Nights that seem too long.
Haunted by words that will
never
never
ever
fade.
But yet, I've always return
to my spot in the sky,
to watch the evolutions,
revelations, the nightmares
and the miracles.
I've watched our
Mother
Father
God
destroy and rebuild.
Destroy and rebuild.
I've seen the most beautiful things.
Even the city lights
look like fireflies illuminating the planet
from here.
I've found beauty in everything.
Every word.
Every taste, smell, touch.
Every third eyed sensation.
I am not omnipresent.
Only...
present.
I glow a soft shade of purples and blues.
Indigos.
All shades, with a white crown upon my head
pouring out the purest of white lights.
My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth.
Peace among men.
An awakening.
The earth glitters with hope.
I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play
with the token around my neck.
A ring for prayer.
A reminder of greatness.
I gently allow myself to fall,
sink slowly through the atmosphere
like I am drowning during a sunset.
Tragic, yet beautiful.
Again, down, down.
My wings know not to save me.
 May 2013 Douglas Oliveira
danie
Don't they make a pill for this?
Can I keep avoiding with sleep?
A lazy person's distraction
Let's pretend it didn't happen
Ignorance is so comforting
Locked in the back of my closet
To deal with another day
It's been so long,
Since I've been loved.
No one cares.
I scream out at the top of my lungs,
But no one's ever there.
I start to cry for help,
But no one ever hears.
So I reach for the scissors,
And hold out my hand.
I choose not to
and throw the scissors away.
I scream once more,
still no one comes.
So I run.
Back to the shadows.
Crying my life away.
Give me history, give me castles walls
Show me the remnants of the Roman empire
And evidence of how one, falls

Make me feel a insignificant, or maybe a little important
Either a fat cat on bond street
Or a filthy gutter rodent

This town is a mouthful, but I'm hungry for kingdom
Give me the British isles
Give me, the city of London
My dreams lately have been vivid,
I didn't know they were dreams until I was awakened into reality.
What is reality?
It's an illusion, it's what we make it.
What if our dreams are reality, and reality is nothing but a dream?

— The End —