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, November 16, 2011

where we were...Going to be

I need you to change
somethings I could not stand
so I thought it was best to sit
but I could not fit
and I thought it would be best to split
Now I want to share
a banana split
but you can't have the other half
not from the distance
and If I brought it to you
it would melt
because we'd find something
to argue about
and then we'll find our self
in the same place we always end up
close to the end
pointing fingers
the best game we ever played
was the blame game
somehow we have to stop
get away from the same
little things that makes
littler sense
and get us intense
I could not figure
if I hated what I became
or if I became what I hated
but I hated who I was
around you
somehow you bring it out of me
not sure who keeps putting it in me
I needed you to change
but you needed me to change something first
and I need you to change something first
but who's going to go first?
No one wants to win this race
But I changed me
and now life is moving in a different pace
and we are in a different place
now I realize you were right
we were always meant to be
you just wasn't right about the time
it's quarter past midnight
why are we up at this time
you always said you can see the future
well guess I can too
I hope he gets some of my features
lets not get distracted
lets not jinx it

Monday, November 14, 2011

Feeling Nothing

Dieing in disbelieve
killing all of the notion
that it could be real
don’t stand still
listening
say what you feel
you have to sometime
see something
that’s not real
or you will feel
nothing
not a thing

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Rob Me...

If you are to rob me:
Rob me of my jealousy, so that I am rid of this emotion that leave me uneasy, ready to strike, to take whats not mine, thieving my neighbors property to keep for myself.
To be rid of the emotion that has a man lurking in time, waiting to take her from her rightful owner because he cannot deal with images of her without him.
Robe me of my pain, the pain that leave me crippled, unable to walk, talk, or move. Take it away so that I can feel complete and with comfort.
Because his body reject itself and leaves him close enough to feel death tickling his underfoot, the pain that steals sleep from a man and has him wishing he was taken so that he does not feel such pain again.
Rob me of my shame, so that I can live and forget my wrong, the things that have me worried, that my secrets will be unveiled and shame in my veins that has a man feeling shame all over his face.
She cannot walk amongst man because unveiled truth that spilled like substance from a drunks throat and has all man wanting from her alone time so that they can act on they perverted ideas and bring forth her shame.

Don’t rob me of my hate…
That which is all I have after those who I old close to the heart betray me and leave me to my end. After all the pain he endured, for long, he begged and prayed to fall in GOD’s Hands, but GOD refuse to intervene.
Don’t rob me of my last coin..
The one that I will need to feed my kids while their mother on the hospital bed awaiting her time to say goodbye, this last coin that will extract pain from a mans belly after its exchange for a piece of bread.


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

The Red, The Brown, The Blond and The Dots

Pervious to my daily tasks
time and time again
I must have counted the color dots on  your face
so many times, I almost remember how many
Millions short of being colored
brown, some what blond, somewhat reddish
I could not decide, but you look good in all
At times I found myself unnerved
Simply by your presence
which is a present, this present, I most miss
the smile, short laughter, 
Did I mention the smile,
that turn with her head but have her eyes linger,
for one millisecond more?
One millisecond that by could have counted for one minute
and all of the complements
did you get my complements?
I think I have a crush
on you, I'm not sure
maybe it's something else
but numbers run long, 
this is short of a distance
in time



Sunday, November 6, 2011

My Everyday Home: I


My mind was made, I was going to smile, and she would not be able to bare sitting next to a stud, and my smile, the killer, that take their heart from their chest…

Looking up at dark blue, almost black sky, not relieved that I would not share the night with the stars before I am slowly slipped into her pocketbook and fall into the field of dreams. The day was a day, and pleased that the glowing night rock replaced the young dry day, and the sun stop beating sweat out of my skin. In search for a bottle, where they always seem to leave baby in the corner. Baby, oh baby, how I wish to take you out of your corner, where your body is cramped and fall onto my tongue, before almost melting as I roll you onto my teeth. Baby oh baby, let me find you my treasure, laying in someones trash. Baby oh baby, if you could just see a man to sleep; tuck me in before I say goodbye to this day.
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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