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

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

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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