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

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

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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