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Oliver Comeau Poem
When I walk I don’t cause
Earthquakes
The world crumbles.
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A sleep ---- beyond the preconscious mind; lacking on a self-centered dream.
A dream, a feigned one or illusion
My mind is bleeding on a vast ocean of regretful thoughts, a dream ---- escaping from
reality, a night ---- period of darkness between sunset and sunrise.
I sleep into the dark wondering in my hollow dream would I ever see the light, but my
fate is like the stars never being able to be reach, my dream as the spaceship lost his
fuel into space .
Please don’t judge because I see dream as a world to escape from reality, my
knowledge won’t be skeptical causes my world is a dream.
Our conscious can be acknowledge by light but to get a deeper perspective one must
dream into the dark because in every light there are shadows around the corners it
may be impossible to devoted my words but life is a dream only those who know reality
can forget about their ego.
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A light of hope in the eyes of man
Breaking the law of this world
Impossible
But as long as faith is in our heart
We can create our own law, surpass building, move Mountains, control galaxies
Because we create our limits.
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I sleep wondering will I ever dream but as time passed I soon realize that am haunted
by my own shadow.
My mind is empty like a blink paper with no ink to consume, I wait silently waiting for my
soul to be broken .
The ocean is vast and lonely will it ever be remembered ?
Don’t try to understand me , my words conceive fire in which no man cannot endure , My
vacuous mind drowned by lies , only my words enlighten me to pursue life .
But it was just a dream.
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Strong but calm
Powerful and yet harmless
One of the most grateful being in this world, beautiful by the naked eye
I have been seeing them every day and wanted to talk, but they are shy
They won’t betray you, they won’t lie
They smile in the night, laugh in the sun, dance in the rain
They are trees.
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