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

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Cheers to my, yours, and our surroundings: Cheers Mr Comple Perfection

your portion
your single-mind fear
un-ground you
and so you live
for the things that keep you in dept

your attention
your un-supporting weight
to the fact that meals should be portioned
your habits
living still
you won't recognize them 

you fish from a dry well
you eat mainstream dish
you raise your head high
and then look down at the world
your eyes corners us
and we fear where trust is

you need to sell
your thoughts
you need to be heard
but what you think of her
is a reflection of yourself
but is apparent to everyone
except you

Your way
you want to run your way
should you think
to run our way?
all the pennies
won't buy you
the wealth you think

You cannot save yourself
only your surrounding can save you
you cannot see yourself
only your surrounding can see you
you cannot hear yourself
only your surrounding can hear you

Your surrounding is
what will be make your better self

[this is about you, but mostly is for you]

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Gardener: Strings of Fairy Lights From The Darkened Skies

in the light of day
You resemble
nothing like the dark of nights
and a fool 
so full of blindness 
the blindness of night
to have the shaming light
and suddenly forget
the spirit in you

It's true
that you are more
than what you appear
if you did not lack beauty
one could see more in you
but your faith to end like narcissus
and have eyes see less in you
looking through your own peep hole
to see more in you
Not to be the same height
and be more in you
but to feel the highest of heights
and from your sound of words
be more in you

and be more in you

nineteen eighty eight

Saturday, April 5, 2014

I Am....

I am...

A long way from home...

home is where the heart is.
I can't find my heart,
so where can I find home?

feeling desperately dispensable.
departing from all that I know,
resembling feeling of no control.
I am being controlled by something
other than myself, and I know it...

I am...

A long way from myself...

myself is where I can find me.
I can't find me,
so where do I find myself?

bound by adhesive substance,
all the longing for you organic being.
that I have you, opens my eyes to... Just you.
and below my bosom, a feeling so desperate...
I can't begin to comprehend...

Find me son, my only song.
tell mommy everything will be, just fine.
even it you just lie, try
and tell me that I matter,
because I have been feeling like no matter.

EOU © 2013

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Yellow Pearly

you are a giant
that is what you are

you are monstrous to the average
but you are what you are

no one ever said that
giants had no beauty

and no one ever mentioned
that every monstrous being
had to be ugly

you are pippi
with long stocking

who know's when
you will stop stacking

You are a beauty by design
a beauty any man can sign

you are the control
of your reflection

the master
to the other side of the mirror

you are then
the one that calls itself ugly
and fall into the trap of
love between man and woman
why are you failing yourself
to the desire that should not be
why expose yourself to falling
for both man and woman

Ripple reflection of the pearl

rippled reflections
or sounds

you are so cold
it's hard to see
the warm side of you
and if there is a warm side of you
its getting harder to notice

literally looking at


because all I feel is the cold look
from the corner of your eyes
and from the bottom of my heart
I hope that all that you say you are not good at
you do not end up
not good at
and that you see that
if you wipe that mirror
the reflection will be clearer


Wednesday, January 15, 2014


Lieing from my heart,
Making the world see what I do not
From where one comes, 
One must go
To stay is to be unhappy
So pack your bags
And at the end of the road,
Make a U-turn and come back
Back to unhappiness where
Now you can find happiness
Find it all because on your way
The road becomes clear
And clear is what was needed to know this is true
That I am true

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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