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, January 30, 2013

Inherited by Birth

I inherited...
and my inheritance reeks under scrutiny
I assure I do not deserve this 
hence I must remove myself from 
detach my organs from this body
and exsanguinate
to replace with new
one needs to remove himself
from royalty
from property
from own desires
and fall into innocent
the life of unknowingly forgiving
the light of love
living without knowledge of
the properties of the omen
and all one is
is the acquisition of ones birth

Monday, January 28, 2013

Rain of Constantinople

raining fish in Constantinople
wind blares and push waterfall
on starving homes
bodies of fish beat the walls of home and sheds
grass and mud
their bodies beat everything it lands on
while inside man hides
under his man made roof
from the wrath of God

while the tiny bit of water beat
on everything living
fish lay dead on land
like death by plague
from the wrath of God

© EOU 2013

Friday, January 25, 2013

still time from yourself

Constantly running
from all the things missed
running to catch up
on time
fleeing from life itself
depleting self time
leave self exhaustion
finding self exclusion
losing social path
to find sociopath
infest with love
care, abundance of respect
knowledge of being
other than self
so one does not fall into
self pity, selfish,
and one do not self absorb
and find himself nothing
feeling obsolete
looking for any feeling
and committing self
to cleanse

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Hej: Axel Maja

the double ring infinity
inside the key to my heart
was padlocked and hidden
even I could not find
now that you show up
I find it in my hands
maybe because it is what
you are looking for

in the glass of water
is living a single red rose
and its leaf spring over
the end of the glass
and you hand it to me and said
this is the symbol of us

blond hair
almost puckered lips
looking down at me
to make this second last
two rings
I have to rememeber
buttons in the ears
wearing two rings
of infinity

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Color Beautiful

Black and white wasn't enough to paint you
I need more colors
Maybe the color gentle
because it fits you well
Maybe the color kind
you can wear it most the time
I need smart, that is always a must
I want to mix good and bad
just so you get a little of both
Lets add the color open minded
that will solve plenty of problems
how about the color jealousy
maybe just a dash
oooh I know. The color
sexy, that is a beautiful color
and lastly the most beautiful color;

Friday, January 4, 2013

The Semen's Nest

You are borrowed
the strict moment
where you fall into sand
and your feet do not know
the feeling underneath it
the fear that you will sink
your eyes rapidly blinking
to find the man of land
to shape you into
a modern castle
and make part of you
a mer maid
to serve the kings bed
bring shame to your flesh
and bring you his heart
but you are a fisher man's bride
the waves are the bridge
from land to the sea
but seafarers save
sea fearers from
the bridges gaps
avoiding the nameless child
from your laps

Tuesday, January 1, 2013


like lovers in the darkroom
this forbidden venture
that hid us from the world we lived
and placed us in a time uncertain
that will seem all but a dream to us

your skin felt my bare hands
your shape so familiar
if I were blind you could not elude me
being this close to you

eros; god of love himself
did not approve of this
and sent the kiss sickness
leaving us faintly ill

torching every desire
I had for you
and then I saw you better in your shadows
than in your sun lit round face
and the beauty in you faded
everyday until you became my equal
and then faded into just anybody
till never again I could rise

© EOU 2013

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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