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

Friday, August 20, 2010

White Soldiers

Like a black and white photograph,
It possess elegance; the white, the black,
And the mixture causes gray, the unknown area,

The unknown, the place to be.
To look at these, almost single filed lines,
White army, ready to go.
Their future, unknown to them,
But we, looking down, watching,
Know that they will parish,
The White Soldiers.

Fearless, but unable to stand their ground, are blown away,
Taken by air, but still charge until they parish into the stream
Making one impair, thinking he's a hero, but slowly killing.

Look down at the people looking at The White Soldiers,
And see the road to euphoria, in the still, long, forever,
Empty life, that leave theirs Souls near death in their bodies.

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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