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, February 28, 2010


Escape from the sea
He swam to land
He crawled, slept
slept hard for his journey
He then walked

Land is promising
but the promises are not always kept
when you look to the left, you realize you are right
footprints in the sand
will be washed by the tide

Make or break
the rock will stay
so it should be where you want your print to lay

Hearing and Listening

It has been said that talkers are not listeners. listening does not mean hearing. Although you hear, it does not mean you are listening.

There are different ways of hearing; hearing what you want and hearing what is actually being
said. We can call the prior selective listening. We all do it. Especially in arguments. When someone is telling you something about you, you become defensive. What was meant to help us or make us realized something about ourselves has now made us upset.

Lets start hearing &am; listening. Lets be open to what is being said. Lets not select what we hear (Selective hearing).

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Picollo, Picollo

Mi puoi sentire?
Tu ochio, cosa viste?
Cosa senti
Mi puoi vistere?
Parla, dime qualcosa
Chiama me, dice io
Che picollo la tu mano
Che bello il piedi
Che bello piccollinno
Chio so io?
Dime, cosa tu vuoi chiamame?

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Be sweet offer your seat

Two older couples were standing above be in the train (say close to seventy). While I felt bad that and thought should I offer my seat to the woman? I was way too comfortable and decided not to. They weren't that old, I thought to myself. So I decided to keep me seat. Comfortable and I be jerked around (we all know how the bus drivers drive). I then look up and there a sign I did not want to see... Be Sweet Offer Your Seat.



Wait for sleep to borrow your site
Slumber is calling
Every inch for every second
Rest is the body's wish
Sleep is the stomach dish
The mind's too conscious
Worry under the mind
Sleep under the lid
But stress makes you restless
If only you could be careless
Then sleep will arrest

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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