in my mind

A character in this reality, each of us is a character in each episode. Everyone else is watching in another reality. Who is to say what is known? What if all that is known is just perceived? Everything we know is almost everything that we have been told. If our ancestors figured their own truths, why are we not looking for our own?

-in my mind

Sunday, August 21, 2016

One Second of heaven


Detox from the intoxicating perfume. Play with air to make sound. 
Wind, wind, wind, till she is fully charged
Feed it touch, feed it just with your bare body
Grow, grow, grow, like its about to explode
Save it by exsanguination, 
Draw fluid to save from man, from near death
Experiencing, stiffness to the brain, you cannot move
Experiencing, your death and a second of heaven

Friday, April 15, 2016

XI.XII.I.II.XII

be mindful
of the thieve that stole
the mind's sleep
from its dome

be not he who heir
the soul ripped
by rape
the wolf to the sheep

be merciful
to the cane 
that did not wheeled
the hand that struck

with parish
purge the filth
that pain left
distill self
from nature of men

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

MAGIC


The way you stare at me is magic
And I can’t help but look at you over and over to check if you still looking

When you say you magic me, I felt good,
I felt bad, I felt nothing and everything, but not really sure what I was supposed to feel
So I felt nervous to say magic, because what if magic is not real,
I will be standing on the newly cut green grass wishing I was it.

When magic becomes your worst enemy, turn a magician,
Be close friends with your worst enemy,
So that you will not again feel hurt from magic,
Because magic is simply not real,
What is real is something else,
They just gave it the name magic.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

**** Blond-Fair Grace-Favour; Beloved Protector

it is destructive
perfecting life
it is
love hate and more love

searching for perfect
in a reality of imperfect
with intention of breaking
the imagination of reality

stepping away
from own lurking shadow
into a influenced world
to find another shadow

walking on stairs of bodies
to get to own crowned kingdom
as midst leaving print from own
shoes into hearts and minds

Then finding the road built
by our hands and finding the promise
we promised will bound us
with the "i do not's"

Now finding gold in hands
in harm, rocking
melting the hate
and melding our hearts

He's the gift
the bound to true promises
the road to real life
the way, we could never imagine

...Holding Beloved Protector...


Thursday, August 13, 2015

Shame On You



Shame on you for not helping the kid that was getting beat up
Shame on you for not standing up for that kid getting picked on 
Shame on you for not giving a mare dollar to the homeless person
Shame on you for not trying enough
Shame on you for not giving to those who deserve
Shame on you for giving too much to the ones who don't deserve

Shame on you for all the excuses
Shame on you for all the "it's not my business" excuses
Shame on you for all the verbal abuses
Shame on you for all the pressure you put on them
Shame on you for all the pressure you pun on yourself

Shame on you for believing you just know better
Shame on you for believing you not enough
Shame on you for believing you are surrounded by the world
Shame on you for believing you don't have a backbone
Shame on you for believing only one of the three stories

Shame on you for cheating them of their money
Shame on you for cheating them of their truth
Shame on you for cheating them of their trust
Shame on you for cheating them of their love
Shame on you for cheating them of their life

Shame on you for feeling sorry for yourself
Shame on you for feeling lack of yourself
Shame on you for feeling like you have lived enough
Shame on you for feeling desperate

Shame on you for judging when you don't really know the story
Shame on you for judging the them for their lack of knowledge
Shame on you for judging them at their lowest moments

Shame on you for leaving that injured bird in the middle of the road
Shame on you for leaving when you knew the other bird needed the injured bird
Shame on you for leaving yourself behind
Shame on you for leaving your humanity behind

Shame on you for holding back
Shame on you for holding on to the bad memories
Shame on you for holding on to all the items...
Shame on you for holding your breath too long

Shame on you for failing to see that you are in control of how they see/ treat/ are towards you

Shame on you for saying you forgave, but in your heart you know you did not

Shame on you!!!
Shame on you!!

Thursday, June 4, 2015

We are fools of our own accord:



We cannot help but look onto other for justification, compassion, love, and many emotions that resonate within us. We are the doers of what is wrong with the world. We choose but not wisely and surely not fairly and thus we are the end to our own humanity. We are followers of trend and at present being a person that "stand out" is currently the channel we follow; Stand Out The Trend. We are not followers, we are those who follow. We are the mistakes of our past and the contributors to our future mistakes. We are lost in the meaning of looking for meaning that guides us to the champion of the world not the champion of ourselves. We are the reflection that we dislike and the distributors to others what we are blinded by. Everything, from the length of our skin to the thickness of our bone is to promote self. To sell ourselves to the slavery of status, to impale on to others untruth and fictional emotions to satisfy our own ideas, our own misguided beliefs. We latch to things that go our way and sprint away from ideas we cannot grasp. We become identical injustice that chant on to other to free us from the same injustice we share with others. We are so un-free from ourselves that we play king and gods in the misery of others. We sit in claim that it does no good nor bad. We are artificial, a product of which we hate, the failures that fear to see it's reflection. We are the destruction of simple pure. We are Man.

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Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world