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, April 27, 2010

Janelle Monae Feat. Big Boi

Sunday, April 25, 2010

When you take my time

I sit in this lonely room
although there are men and women
but loneliness voids all beings
and the furnish is cover by white sheet

Light glimpse into my window
but no one is here,
just I breaking away, like crack in the driest land

My heart is heavy, and my cheeks are showered with tears
because you have taken from me years, and now you ask for time
time that is mine, time that I willingly share

If in this time, you find what you search for
what shall I do?
Shall I lay on my bead and place my hands across my heart,
or shall I just bury myself, because dead I might as well be

When you leave, you take with you your time
and do not leave me with mine
and because you and time are all I have
I'm left with nothing, when you take with you my time

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Running against me

I stepped on the line as if in a race
I looked to the left, then looked to the right
I looked to the left, then looked to the right
I shot my muscles to depart
And the engine roared…

My body freeze, the tires screeched
My eyes shot to the right
And my friend bolted
The white vans moved from its post
They met right in front of me...

God put his hand over my eyes
I saw nothing, not light, not dark
I saw clear, and unclear
When GOD took his hand away,my friend was surrounded by many man
and through their legs, I could see little feet
He was laying on the ground
not moving, not a budge
I pray in my mind that he wake up
that he not suffer the same faith of his sister
His elder, who passed to the next life
after she met a white van
Is he dead?

Perfect Dance

Red rose, red peddles
She falls, and finds her way into his arm
And he grabs her, lift her higher and higher
They dance…
Turns then turns, she turns and he swings
He swings, and swings, she turns and turns

a perfect dance
I'm jealous of their perfect dance
two strangers just meet and they start dancing

And I grew jealous
Because they are children, although older than I
I felt hurt, I felt shame
They just met, yet beautiful couple they make

How do they know?
Where to go?
How to get there?

The wind whispers and swirls and swirls
A small twister appears and lifts the leaves…

They twirl and twirl and then stopped…

When the peddle fell from the rose, it appears
Lifts her higher and they danced

Hands, Feet

you placed them in a coffin
They no longer have use to you
you worked with them
Walked with them
But they refused you now

You placed them in a coffin
They no longer obey you
They saved you many times
But, trouble they have caused as many times
But a part of you still

You placed them in a coffin
They no longer answer you
They appear to be dead
But you could not feel more alive
What is the meaning of this?

You place them in a coffin
You no longer need them
Your hands and feet
They serve no longer use
And so you place the in a coffin

I gave you air

I am at my worst
In this day
In this time

I am dying
Cannot breath
but you do not give me air

I beg you
I plead to you
For my air

And you say yes
Yes my love, breath now
And I try
I try
But in my lungs enters no air

And now, furious, mad, angry
You walk away
Look at me with cornered eyes
From your eyes I see disgust

But now I can breath
Now air enters my lungs
Oxygen enters blood
And that enters my brain
Now I can think again

Then you forgive
You're filled with joy, happiness,
And now you take it again
a little here, a little there
And little I can think
And little blood to my brain
And little oxygen enters my blood
And little air enters my lungs
And little I can breath
And then you say, "but I gave you air"


It is so spacious
And I cannot help feeling…

…I feel welcome
Like hundred arms open to me
And I want to stay
Still time moves
Still I want everything to be still

I motion
I cannot explain
My mind will not reveal
It is chill yet warm
I feel the awkwardness hit my spine
Chill fill my back and hair spike
Frill to this, frill to life

I spoke
Silent I, sound can’t be heard
My heart pound
I cannot hear
I feel it pound
I’m filled with fear

My skin glow
Golden, perfect brown
And tiny diamonds appear
Sole site
Sole I
I am under the sky

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Red Apple

They forbade you,
but my mouth forgave you.
you sweet, bitter exotic fruit.
who can escape you?
not I,
I cannot blind my mind,
of your sweet but bitter juice,
the tight red skin,
that I tongue before my teeth pierce through.
Not a drop will waste,
my lips engage to remove every drip from your skin.

Its fierce, my growling stomach,
for your presence,
to hold you in it, like birth,
before stripping you of your sweet, then of your bitter,
and sending you to make more bitter sweet fruits.

hunger for your sweet.
thirst for your bitter juice.
why forbid you?
why take you away from my mouth,
and leave you to rot?
to be half eaten by the flat body-grub,
the maggot,
the unclean insect, that leaves a hole in your core

Red exotic apple.
bitter but sweet.
you enter my heart through my stomach,
and leave me longing for my next bitter sweet fruit.

Friday, April 9, 2010


Time is a waste if one is not moving
every second standing still is a moment wasted
If you step faster, would one have excess time?
and if the mind is priceless, how much for your heart?

Every penny spent is measured against the use
and the hate to waste leave you plenty full
You calculate the save more than the pleasure

bound by math
letting it weigh your path
All the thinking
only leaved you with a heavy mind

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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