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

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.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

The poem of you, I, and the circle in between

Perception is not the truth
the truth is the biggest lie
lie down waiting, pretending
to avert the queens strings lit fire

Finding oneself standing
in a room where everything is wrong
the feeling of not belonging
but hold on to every wall
the ground can shift
to any side
at any time
but you held my hand
and you brought me to the king

The queen sent sharp eyes
and there was nothing but cold
the breeze, so cold the breeze
you just could not feel it
but numb my fingers, numb my toes
and shivers hit my body
and I felt an earthquake in my lungs...
in my horror I imaging verses
of your beautiful plain sight
this is confusing
how did you learn to be so good at it?
these emotions
awkwardly trying to grasps
something called love
I learned to pretend
with denting smirk

While I lay under the queens fire
the king turns his head
and I wanted to see tears
from the corner of his eyes
his back is what I feared the most
Turning ghost before the queen
I saw myself lie
trying not to wake from infinite sleep
it was just a memory trip
waking up to a strip of fire on my skin
realizing anything is better than being here

It is supposed to hurt more than the fire
when the king held his sons and smiled
But it felt like another day
trying to be a kings son
hearing... "You are the queens son"
hearing... "she brought you, you are hers"
but still forcing my way into his heart
pushing, at all cost
trying to get my share
until there was no space left

"Perception is not the truth
the truth is the biggest lie
emotions and distortion
you should have just abort"
I tell myself that
as I look back
time and time again
I wish I did abort

Tuesday, December 30, 2014


You're taking me
to the far end of everything

if you're mine
why am I chasing you
always chasing...
as exhausted as I am
I can't help but to feel
I need to catch up

you're taking me
all around
you're spinning me
round and round
I'm barely on my feet

Always arm reach away
but you're always slipping
through my fingers
living me smaller
not bigger

You're taking me
all around
you're spinning me
round and round
near damn drowning

you're teaching me
about myself
making me feel
like somebody else

You are taking me
to the far end of everything

Sunday, November 30, 2014

The Building Tall Love


dreaming of a stranger
from my past
walking into the street
where the sign read "One Way"

we can dream all we want
but we might end up going back
back to being strangers

people tell us how we have it all
but it takes seconds to lose
all that it took forever to build

build all that you want
nothing survives the coming storm
hard work is supposed to show
if not how do we know what it's worth?

Thursday, October 16, 2014

**** Leaving The Round World ****

Since the beginning
of your time in my eyes
I have been meaning to leave

There's no way I belong
with these stick figures
counting all the wailing voices
coming from withing me
to countless...
please remove me
from this place

where there was a message
I found wounds
all the black and blues
If I had a clue
I would have exited
with my golden slippers

Now worn
unable to take me
past this side
your hands unreachable
as far as I've walked
but your language beat
the strong reflection of me

Sworn that either way
I will not last
in the beat of my shadow
until now
I have found a way
to end your lives in my eyes 

Wednesday, October 1, 2014



I am different from my skin
My voice sound strange to me
I see a stranger in the mirror
My senses, I do not trust
Everything taste unfamiliar
I feel an alien in my body

Before I heard myself
My voice was perfect
Before I saw myself
I could not age
before I felt myself
I knew nothing like it

Before I can know anything
I need to know perception

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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