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, December 28, 2010


Dagger and tools of men
Angered with gold in the mind
Cut, stabbed, and cut till
Their anger satisfied by 
Pedals of roses raining from the body
Lading red paint that stained the sandy ground
Sound of murder, murmurs
Killed the dead silent of the crowd’s shock...[Unfinished]


He sprints into her memory
With oversized, old man shoes
Breathing dark clouds of mushroom from a shelled casing
Bathing in sweat turned black from ashes
Flashes of them fighting, her crying
Taking it back, if she can just take it back 
Everything with them that turned bad...[Unfinished]

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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