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, September 30, 2011

Taking Ones Might: String of fairy lights

IV*XXVII*MCMLXXXVIII

You had one in your hands
Desinor
you held ones might
and could have crushed one, and
have one crawling to you
with empty promises

One was all yours
your words
commands to one
but your mind, fear
to lose what you never earned
and now the might controls you
telling you to keep hold
tight, the hold, tighter
to draw sea men
you beg the sea to come crashing
but the sea waves are held
by one, even with ones might
the glow of the moon, this night
have one howling,
commanding the drawing
commanding the hold of ones might
but for you, it must have been the longest night

You wanted the tower
you almost begged
for your waves to come crashing
but the tower, not for you
is for one place only
your voice
so that it can draw one
till might no more

While you flow
discharging your currents
but you wanted to rain
on the tower itself
and the tower in ones best built
wanted you to continue to be drawn
why did you not take what belongs to you
why did you not stop in your tracks
and have one on his knees
with empty promises
why did you not leave one in his might
so that it would be yours forever
ones might


This world could have been made for you
so that you can flow like the sea
and your waves can crash over and over
from where your worst pain will be
you have been rewarded ecstasy
but you do not know the power
because yours is not what we see
maybe skin deep
and since it's not
one will have to ask
how deep
can you go

The world could not be yours
string of fairly lights
through the strength
you did not have
to keep your sea
from crashing
so that they first see you
beauty, only
skip deep
but it's not deep enough
so one will need you
to deep
ones might


Sunday, September 11, 2011

Suicide

Looking at the reflective glass, he knew he had to say goodbye. He stood there for as long as he could stand and admired all that he was.  He looked at his eyes, nose, and mouth, knowing he would not see them again, at least not in the same way. He woke his fingers from sleep and gently touch them.


He went to all his friends, asked them for forgiveness for all that he had ever done. Those that he had a falling out with, he apologized for his part. He said goodbye to everyone. Well he did not say goodbye in words, he said it with his actions. They unable to understand the real meaning of it, took it as a step into a better man for him.


He went to the shed, found a strong rope. He then proceeded by to his room and hung the rope onto the wall. He put himself into the rope and jumped. He killed himself.

He woke up the next morning, dressed in clothing that did not belong to him and exited the building. He walked slowly as if a person with no point, he walked as if he had no where to go. He walked and walked, and walked.

He walked far away from himself, from all he owned, from all he knew. He walked outside himself and became someone else. He became Ego.


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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