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, 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

No comments:

Post a Comment

Where ever you go, leave something showing that you were once there!

Rate it, share it, and comment anonymously or with your name.

There was an error in this gadget

About Me

My photo
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