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, September 21, 2010

Frames of The First

I was crushed
by my first crush
sex
quenched thirst
my soul
the need to be filled
the emptiness came
as her feet stepped past the door
poof, she disappears like magic
but left her faint distance perfume
How did I ever live without her
beautiful flower
that now holds a stench
I hate her in my belief
I need to enter her doors
and take, take, take
take back all that I gave
so that she can feel
the emptiness that no amount
of liquid or substance can fill
I need to enter her backdoor
and take as much as I gave
retract the complements
with no supplements
shake away anything she has on me
sting like a black and yellow bee
burn paper hearts
squeezes butterflies
out of her stomach
cease my beautiful mistake
from ever happening



© EOU 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Poison

Poison, the thing that kills, takes one away from his mind, 
The thing that end the past and force new beginning, Poison,
The thing that regurgitate words from ones ears, and into others 
Mouth, Poison, the thing that has one crying blood, shacking with 
Fever from all the negativity past on and on from those who were
Negative.
(Blackforestrain)

Poison I am, caused by poison I ate
I ate part of an animal that my mouth watered for,
Part that my stomach growled for, Part that gave my body
Strength. This part is a part of an animal that was abused, tortured, by a mans dirty hand. Negative, dirty hands inflicts the animal, and negative to all who eat, and so negative to the soil who swallows what I shit.

Poison I am, caused by poison I heard
I heard words that made me hate, words that took part of me away and now my ears are unclean, dirt made their way through, now Damaged good, so I speak dirt, and who ever listen is inflicted by dirt, and as I, negated by what they heard, negative that negate any who hears their words, and so negative one day the whole world for the negative that spills from every mouth and into every ears.

Poison I am,
I touched a woman who was poisoned by a man’s love, a man who was created by poison; by seeds that forced their way into his mothers womb, Cruel. I bathe so that my body can be free of this poison.


I know poison, that of which I was not born with, but came to know by the teaching of those who had been poisoned, because unlike they I discovered poison in my mind, I incision to remove so that poison-less I can be.


I saw poison; my neighbor took his wife by her hair and struck because of hanger, and my small heart stopped for five seconds so that air cease to enter my lungs, and blood cease to move to my brain, so that my mind do not process and keep me un-poisoned by what I now did not see.


Friday, September 17, 2010

Flux

Swimming in a pool of salty water with sharks, taking strides to get to the other side, 
they have me by my feet, the cigar lit, the drag sent my back to the ground,
I land on fluffy white clouds, there is lag between the long and the short hand,
I watch her walk away, and her face fade from my memory,
in between my hand slid sand, I'm in between somewhere and nowhere,
never getting back is my only fear, when I turn around her face was covered with tears,
who she is, it was unclear, I am here, 
someone grabbed me from behind, pretty hands around my shoulders,
I could not turn, so I looked down again
She had cold dead hands, panic, alarmed,
I struggle to get loose, I fell face down into salty water, taking strides, running from the sharks,
I went up for air, and my head lifts from in between her legs,
She had long dark hair and long dark eyebrows, her beauty sent a smile on my face, 
and my head fell in between her legs, 
I saw smoke, my head lift from ghost hands lighting my cigar,
I turn three sixty and I was sole, standing in the middle of the ocean
staring at the reflection of the sky on water
that went for eternity








© EOU 2010
   

Friday, September 10, 2010

Dynamite is going to make everything all right!

Be cool mama, be here, keep you tight and out of sight. I’ma shake the trees from the roots, and rake up the fruits, rip it off out the ground, find out whats going down, tomorrow bout tomorrow mama cuz tonight, Dynamite is going to make everything all right...


Monday, September 6, 2010

Knowing Me: Meyoú

To know me, I must know you,
because through you, I know myself.
I am who I think I am, until you show me who you think I am.

You can't know me, because every second I change,
and every second you are not with me, is every second you lose me,
and when you lose me for the seconds, it adds up to the minutes you no longer know me.

To know me, I need me and you.
Can I say I am not me, but say I am meyoú?
because without you, I am only who I think I am,
and without me, I am only who you think I am.
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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