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I saw the rain fall yesterday
tears from heaven erased the water comming from my heart
staring at the night I could only whisper
whisper to the gods of oblivion that all they needed to have me
was push a little harder towards a reality so close to the mind--
a mind troubled by sadness and dispair
based on a sick perspective of own shortcomings
and unreal visions of a life too close to a fairy tale 
where the dragons are more than life itself and the witches 
are the thoughts and expectations of people who care too much
 and others that don't care at all

I saw the rain fall yesterday 
and as the dark night followed me to the edge of my moments
a lightning brightened my path that headed towards the open sea
from where there is no turning back and where the gate on the other side 
is nothing more than a dream itself--a dream I dare not go to because I know 
that as soon as I get there
I would want to wake up
But if I do
It would only mean I'm alive
alive in a life
alive in a moment I'm not sure I want to be in

Today...Today it stopped raining
and as the tears dried
the darkness gave way to a dim pale light
a light I'm not sure what it means... 

The American Dream

The American Dream

The Dream can be smelled everywhere

it oozes from everyones mind

People willing to die just to have a shot

Travel enormous distances

which turn out to be tombstones above their heads

It has always been an illusion

A mirage in the minds of poor and desperate

An insane and crazy altercation

between a dream

and the never ending sorrow

Those who survive the journey

think that they are done

but nightmares and sleepless nights follow

Sadness will not be denied

Haunted by an illusion

People even risk their lives

hoping that luck is not far behind

from the dreams they dare not let out of sight

Neon Signs in the City of Light

Neon signs in the city of Lights

City of lights remind me of long ago
When there was someone you depended on
And dreams were there to let us know
That someday bright lights and neon signs
Could turn a simple night into a long sweet agony
Where the magic produced would end
Just like morning light puts an end to the brightness
Of those neon signs in the city of Lights.

By EV