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

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Saving the limbs of man

There is not saving. How could I think I could save them, you tried. Disappointment is all that they know. Not even sure they can save themselves. - It's hard to believe that I defied you in their honor, but they refuse to open their eyes. Ignorance is their excuse. To be free of responsibility, free of consequence, free of anything that keeps them doing as they wish. And then wish of care from you as the Lego wall crumble

Friday, October 26, 2012

Sinking From Memories

the world through your eyes
I would like to see
from birth to death
nature in his most natural ways
from mostly leaves
to mostly stem
walking the wrong way
in disappointment's footprint
pretending to be
most happy
and in midst of pretending
how content came
learning to smile is effortless
and crying becomes the hardest thing
feeling emotionless
pity is a filthy thing
I was almost always clean
in scenes recalled
every chance to change
but a man with rocks in his chest
in the ocean waters
you and your rock, hard heart
feeling the heavy metal
bubbles singing
surely I'm

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Blood Red Vino Rosso

New comers break through barriers
pumpkin filled horse chariot
finding facts in untold stories
growing silent and indecisive
whether to be day or night
separating self from night and day
numbers falling from mans years
tears are just salt water
falter, all at once to the running lights
these provocative lights
the sustaining illumination
bright as the sun light
bathing with sand
bridging the gap
between us
we free us
from freedom
the December falling skies
cherry juiced sun-dried
olive branches
dripping blood
into the wine bottle

© EOU 2012

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

They ask me how long I have left
I said I do not know
but I do know
in fact, it is too close
number that linger in the air
they are trying to tell me something
but I am wrong reading
- reading wrong
didn't think it could ever be this strong
but I still managed to be sitting in filt
and thinking of only my own guilt
it is too late to be sorry
I hope it will become blurry
after so many years
but clear like present
this damn shame
that will not unframe
from my mind
I need this
just one time
just this instance
and I shall ask for nothing more
but more
or less I will be here again
at least I know that

Monday, October 15, 2012


Careful for fire is beauty in itself and make the eye see things that are not there. things that cannot be touched. it dances like no other, creating moves that acrobats could not. It is beautiful and uncertain to the mind how it is possible. But it can quickly posses the bite of an wild cat as it want not to be touched. It is more of a she. just like a woman to reach out and decide what is fit to touch her and what is not, she turns her back. She turns her back so he who has been rejected know to move on and dream of her no longer. And for those who do not respect her back, for those who care not for her decision, for them come the pain when they touch her because mad at the slap of rejection. And a warning is sent. warning that is almost burnt. It is said that only the quickest of the quick can touch and gentlest of all man. And that spoken truthfully for I have seen man play with fire and one in my sight has touched fire but with such quickness, I could have been fooled if he had not. And true also for a man with great patients slowly move closer to feeling the strength of the heat but also knowing when to stop before they are burnt.

Thursday, October 11, 2012


Walking into a room
where soldier field roads
left no boot prints
and hardly is the sound of the world
filled with motor generator
and light stayed on
where when shoes did not fit
you simply stop wearing shoes
where domestics thought of attacking you
was removed as infants
and in fact happiest were man
that those who came from nothing
rose to be happy strong men with nothing
but a little jealousy for those who had it all
a place where you would applaud
a thieves imagination
and criticism prevalent
the world where you must rise
above all and show all
that you are above all
but make fool of yourself
and be full of yourself
for every man is his own

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Not A Thing: Nothing

There are too many mirrors in the world.
Can you find your true self?
If you look out the window you'll see anything,
If you step out the door you'll find anything.
But stay indoors and find yourself not amounting to anything

Wednesday, October 3, 2012


It's quarter past
missing you
from the time I left
to loving you
seems like it was 
all falling time
when light rise
I look forward to 
sunny side you
your cherry red lips
sweet as sweets
fairy blues eyes
dirty blond to 
golden blond ends
when I close my eyes
I see you

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Beat keeps me going

I have forgotten to talk
although I think of words
I do not see them exit from my lips

While I am here waiting
I realized that I have spoken
and no words ever came out
and every minute that pass
is prolonged by the relapse of the long hand
so I looked at the mirror, to the rear
and find nothing familiar, but the place I am in
this song is stealing my heart
I cannot help but to repeat
I want to go in
but that will mean the beat will stop
heart, please don't stop
I carry the song in my mind
to keep me from losing the beat in my heart
one step, two step, one step, three step
open the door, table for two
one step, two step, one step, three step
can I sit here, on boot number 4?

I sat wondering why I am here
when I realized the song was gone
Is when I realized that my heart's beat is slowing
I have forgotten the song
I have forgotten the song
I am forgetting myself
invisible sweat began pouring out of me
my skin began to glow red
the heat, I'm overheating
"Anything for you? or would you like to wait?"
"A tall glass of Peroni please"
"coming up"

When the tall glass of the rich golden wheat liquor touch the table
my hand resisted the thirst I quenched
I then remembered the song
reach, grab, lift, and sip
retract, put down, and let go
one more time

reach, grab, lift, and sip
retract, put down, and let go
now my skin is blue
and no longer sweating

The phone rang
"wear are you?"
"walk straight"
"I don't see you"
"keep walking straight"
"ha OK"
I watched her walking towards me from the reflection of the glass
She was looking at the back of my head
yet she was looking directly at my eyes
I am confused
what is going on
I turned back to receive her
Then saw no one,
turned back around and she was in front of me
how did she get there?

By the time we sat,
music left me there
to die alone

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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