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

Saturday, July 24, 2010


A walk in the Park(ing Lot)

Wednesday, July 21, 2010


In the face that bears no expression
the mild wrinkle that age has gifted
and behind is the broken bridge to the past
to rewind or backward forward
your yesterday in a frame
in the mirror stands a stranger

Staring, in search for something other than the expressionless face
with hope that familiarity grace its presence
She fingers her face, and in her eyes is confusion
your stomach knots, you know the conclusion; Imagine her empty chair,
to say that mother there is no tomorrow,
although she leaves you with thousands of yesterdays

Tomorrow maybe filled with pain
but in thousands of gift wrapped boxes, is yesterday's joy,
yesterday's laughter, yesterday's smiles
all of which will bandage the pain of tomorrow

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

What we want

Our brain tells us what we want. How reliable is our brain when it has not experience everything? How does one know what kind of life he or she wants unless they have experienced it all?

We do not know what we want thats why we often enjoy what is given to us. What we want changes with time or according to situations. For example, a lot of children do not like vegetables, but end enjoying it a lot more as adults.

Monday, July 19, 2010


Religion is necessary because it helps man find his way when he questions the meaning of life. Without spiritual guidance, meaning of life is left in science hands. That meaning exposes all being as only reproductive organisms with no other purpose...

Road to Happiness

Man visits the wise man,
then asked for the road to happiness

The wise man replied,
"go straight for about two thousands miles,
then take a right. Go another two thousands miles, and take a right.
Go another two thousands mile, then take a right.
Then go another two thousands miles."

The man says "sound like I'm going around in circles."

The wise man replied "it's actually a square."

--The road to happiness is not where you go, but the journey there--

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

My Brother's Link

you, in what my hands held
strings that cannot be detached
because we are linked through a tunnel
and tomorrow will bring our resemblance
the key is through my brother

Friday, July 9, 2010


The kiss that happened just because she was in front of you. And her lips felt good for about a second before your stomach churned and sent you to your knees. From that you knew, Chemistry was not meant to be. Not meant to be kiss.

When you are in harms and everything you are tells you; you are not to, you cannot kiss, and you cannot resist, and everything in the World don’t matter, not a mans girl or a woman’s husband. Can’t help it kiss.

When you have come far and realize that no more do you want and there is another and you feel you owe that kiss, the pity kiss that you give in hopes that he or she finds it ugly and hope that he or she stops you because it is what he or she don’t want. Pity kiss

Monday, July 5, 2010

Talking Underneath the Sky

Am I supposed to care what happens? Because I find myself striving to show you that I am here. No doubt you see me, but do you really see me? Because I am talking to myself, but feel like I’m talking to you. I am talking to you, and feels like I am talking to myself.

I care to see more than the little signs, because sometimes I am not sure if they are real or if my mind created it for the comfort in my heart. Because if you ease my heart, you will ease my mind, so are YOU easing my heart, or am I?

All these lessons, all these teachings, they are becoming doubts and I find myself questioning them, then questioning myself. And beliefs in me are fading, so much that what is real is confused with dreams. And then the dreams stop or is it that I began not remembering them, and I can sleep more now than ever, and the more I sleep, the more sleep I need.

But then they come back, the same dreams, over and over, and I cannot find the meaning. The religious mans says listen to your dreams for it is GOD and his Angels speaking to you. But scientist say its my mind defragmenting, rebooting, and discarding files in my mind. They say the mind use all its knowledge of the past to predict the future. Could I believe both? Or would religion disbar me because they will say I chose mans word over GODS?


I rest myself in your harms, so that you can care for this beast that has a lonely heart. Lonely because you are there, but you are not. And I am knotted like bolt in my stomach because, I know you are really there. I can’t see you, and that's why I am distressed.

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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