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 31, 2012


Hot flashes
weather bug
lonely martinis
dancing stars
various strangers
smiling moon
turning rooms
dark skies
sounds of sleep
homeless man
forgetting all yesterdays
remembering tomorrows
in the midst of cities
in the middle of it all

Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Making...

Losing consciousness
in fact, he may just be losing his mind
to under stand the collapsing bridge
on sinking sand
shield in one
a knife in the other
forgetting to breathe
Don't know what to think
too scared to blink
trying to remember what to do
trying not to forget who to be
need to fight
but not for the wrong things
need to love
but not the wrong
feel the hate
but not for blood
feel the jealousy
but the good ones
Find self
and less will need to
fight anyone

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


far too long
going with out you
have to turned back now?
and hope not to
have to get in line
right now
it seems an out age
that leave with out rage
back pedaling
forward walking
keeping things in line
seem more difficult
than crossing the lines
keep going
for as long as you cannot
see the wall
pass it
and then carry it with you
controlling breathe
hearing it beat
and then fall to bit

Friday, August 24, 2012

What if...

What if everything is false
What if this world is false
Everthing you ever believed in is untrues

It was made, yes for you
But from you everything is far
Soul from body
Thoughts from mind
It is all far

Where will you find yourself
when it all happens
we are made to be ready
are you?

Friday, August 17, 2012


Don't be fooled by happiness
Could never be fulled by happiness
Distract, destruct, distance
Always one step closer to happiness
but never in happiness arms
maybe on it's steps

Happiness away from home
Not seeing everyday scene
distance from everyday people

Happiness away from self
being a different type of yourself
experimenting with your weakness
the same you in a different group

Happiness in new things
to be in or have something new
that distraction
that has no reflections

What if there's no room for happiness
one to keep working
no time for rest
too many pen and papers on the desk
doing everything to pass the test
memory retraction is just a little less
no, this is not stress
just trying to be the best
until there's pain in the chest
and we realize
currency does not equal happiness

Wednesday, August 15, 2012


I take in, I take in, 
There is no air, I cannot vent,
All the hours spent, now I can just care less,

You take, you take, and take,
When will you give back?
I no longer feel a thing, I am waste

I take in, I take in,
And my pressured hands are numb, control,
I cannot control, and they do things,
things unspeakable, and I cannot say no, pressure,
because maybe I deserve, and pressure -if they don't give,
Pressure -I must take, maybe just a little, but I need to take

You take, you take, and take,
When will you give back?
I no longer feel a thing, I am waste

I take in, I take in,
They chew me, and I am weak, 
And my mind is not right, I am not right,
I need to take a little more, just to balance,
some of today's wreckage, the damage

You take, you take, and take,
When will you give back?
I no longer feel a thing, I am waste

After all that you have taken,
After all the time I have begged,
To be balance, for each take,
To be given, and now I have taken,
And I have to plead, because my take 
did not go unnoticed, 
I am in the dark, waiting for words
For anything, so that I can sleep sound,
But I deserve to take,
At least, I think

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Bottles: People Inside The

take all those people out the bottles
and replace them with
other people
we are lands away
oceans away
air away
this is how the bottle filled people
to be our messengers
from here
to the other side
from ocean to air
from air to land
they are loved ones
people we never met
the message was meant for 
the other, other side
but it only made it
to the other side
maybe we need a different
kind of bottle

Tuesday, August 7, 2012


There is an elephant in the room
and no one is looking at it
everyone is pretending it is not there
but something this size cannot be ignored

There is an elephant in the room
and no one is trying to get it out
everyone is keeping from making eye contact
but something this big will only get bigger

There is an elephant in the room
and no one seem to know what to do with it
everyone thinks it will just go away
but something this large cannot fit through the door

There is an elephant in the room
someone has to do something
someone has to talk or look at it
someone has to make it smaller
it will not go away by itself



Monday, August 6, 2012

People Inside The Bottles

Trying to fit him on a piece of paper,
Then roll it up and put him in the bottle
He went from solid gold to just plain site
From meteo showers to a plain sky
We went from going
to being
Now all our things are worthless
the meaning behind it
all faded
we must recycle the constantly falling glasses

You Just Never Know

You just never know who you are until you get there.

Until you have lost yourself in emotions
so deeply that your wheels will not turn
and you see yourself doing the thing
you would otherwise do

Until it is you in the situation
that you were first to judge
and make someone feel ashamed
of themselves for something
you could have done

Friday, August 3, 2012

Killing me softly

The attraction goes beyond the looks
the looks goes beyond what you look like
the like is the meaning one has
and has something for you
called attraction

No matter where one goes
one is back to square one
without eyes
one is still drawn
but limited to my nose
and tongue
one love
two loves
one needs you in him
the deeper you go
the more you are killing
because one can't help the attraction

You are not lethal
but little 
you are literally killing me
from my eyes
to my nose
to my mouth
to my stomach
you are literally killing me
but softly

© EOU 2012

Thursday, August 2, 2012

kid hopes...You should know better

Thank you for not loving me much
because i learned how to love myself twice as much
and hate our future twice more
more less is where i am headed
and my head is punctured
that is why i cannot think straight
wait, wait
did you know i fell?
my hardest fall
i expected colorful flowers
in the all white room
soon, you might appear
but it remained an all white room
so i guess i must thank you
for not caring
because i learned how to care for myself twice as much
and i hate to care twice more
for anyone else
now i must forward step
but only those who put their heart on the train
can enter

So long
and thanks again for not being there
because i was there twice as much

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

You Are The Shining Star

I found you wondering in the midst of the stars. Paying no mind to not one person. The crowd became a frame around you, they lacked importance. I saw nothing but blurriness around you like you were the view made for me. When you looked up, it was as if the world began to turn and a familiarity of this point and time. You could not stop looking at me and smiling and I felt foolish sitting there and smiling back. Some of the stars are burning, all the others reflecting light but you shine the most.

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