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, November 10, 2011

Rob Me...

If you are to rob me:
Rob me of my jealousy, so that I am rid of this emotion that leave me uneasy, ready to strike, to take whats not mine, thieving my neighbors property to keep for myself.
To be rid of the emotion that has a man lurking in time, waiting to take her from her rightful owner because he cannot deal with images of her without him.
Robe me of my pain, the pain that leave me crippled, unable to walk, talk, or move. Take it away so that I can feel complete and with comfort.
Because his body reject itself and leaves him close enough to feel death tickling his underfoot, the pain that steals sleep from a man and has him wishing he was taken so that he does not feel such pain again.
Rob me of my shame, so that I can live and forget my wrong, the things that have me worried, that my secrets will be unveiled and shame in my veins that has a man feeling shame all over his face.
She cannot walk amongst man because unveiled truth that spilled like substance from a drunks throat and has all man wanting from her alone time so that they can act on they perverted ideas and bring forth her shame.

Don’t rob me of my hate…
That which is all I have after those who I old close to the heart betray me and leave me to my end. After all the pain he endured, for long, he begged and prayed to fall in GOD’s Hands, but GOD refuse to intervene.
Don’t rob me of my last coin..
The one that I will need to feed my kids while their mother on the hospital bed awaiting her time to say goodbye, this last coin that will extract pain from a mans belly after its exchange for a piece of bread.

This was written a while ago. Not even sure exactly when, but sharing now. Enjoy!!!

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