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, July 31, 2013

Deep In Your Empty Chest

I don't know why You are
Black, White, and Gloom
crawling out that hole
where you were whole
stacking wheels of clues
rolling hearts up -
up your sleeves
you wear them well
but not all of them fit
looking really deep
outside your heart
you know
they really deserved it

When you can't fill
that empty chest with anything
then you wear
stolen hearts
on your sleeves

I don't know why You are
Mad, Sad, and Blue
rowing deep into the sea
where you can find only yourself
filling glass bottles
with all your love songs
you only deserve one
and singing the rest
to the bottom of the sea
looking really deep
outside your heart
you know
they don't deserve it


When you can't fill
that empty chest with anything
then you wear
stolen hearts
on your sleeves
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Monday, July 29, 2013

Close

Close to you
so close, I feel far away
as far as I get, as close to me as you are
I see nothing when I look at you
but I see so much more when I look into you

You get close and the closer you get,
the further you are.
If you step back, we can be closer,
the further you are, the closer you are





© EOU 2010

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Plain in Site

I can no longer tell
conspiracy
transparency

waves of ocean breeze
trapped in my skin

I am color water
brisking under the sun

fulfill the path beyond
reforming
reborn 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Summer st.

Words, lost to him. To carry this known fact all by himself, this place will fade from his memory, places that will die to him. Free, the feeling fulfilling assurance that he will never be again on that avenue because the street he's looking for is ahead of him. It is awkward this awful feeling that is sure everything will be fine. But it is sure right to be unsure and keep one guard up, the wall for imminent danger. Let's not speak of the what could happen and focus on what is happening. Try not to look too far into the distance, there are too many obstacles in the way and to think too far ahead will only bring lonely disappointment. Have you ever been on a sure road, a paved and clear road, a road with no cracks, tears, or imperfections? No,one could have, it is just unreal.  

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

The Ground Underneath The Eve of Adam

Red apples distractions
dripping juice
beating on ground
sounding pebbles hitting rocks
glowing bare feet on the living rocks
gently creasing every step with
strokes of feathered dolphin fins
emerging from the beautiful giant's back
her finger pointing at the nudists
parlaying into modern man
from living in to leaving the forest
walking the mile, color bathing under the fired sky
not knowing the meaning of bare
unconscious to what they are
looking for no meaning
attached to no string
to now covering their identities with mounds
and mounds of fabric
and hiding from the fire god
under their sky cover
out of site of vitamin D
learned from the knowledge bush
of grass spreading smoke and ashes
that time stays and the same time dashes
titans clash



Monday, July 15, 2013

The Most In Memory

Dear, 
Beloved, 
Respectful, 
Precious,
When I look into my past,
I don't clearly see you
but recall a man walking away
with sports coat over his shoulder
and my thoughts exactly was
"I want to be like him"
the road that separate us
is where I picked up my first cigarette
already lit, half smoked with a fume curved shape
dancing nude
temptation cease to exist
as the cigarette touch my lips
and the smoke left me breathless
coughing for almost forever
while water exit my tear glands
but you came and went like the wind
and until I saw you again
you was a ghost in my memory
every time I fall forward, I fell back
and recall you holding the bike seat
behind me until you let go and loudly said
"Go!"

I went and then I did not see you for
more than just some time
and when I find myself looking up at you
and remembered thinking
"What was wrong with me?"
but you never answered
my unasked question
saving my breath for
not stupid question
so I was quiet most of the time

I could not blame you
for not liking me
I didn't like myself
so much that I try to bleach my personality
bathing in a pool of request
until I as swimming in an ocean of your wants
but anything for you to look at me as you do him

I could not be half of what you wanted me to be
so I split into two leaving you my better half
and all the static noise showing you
but the truth for me
was that I wanted to believe
in you
I am mad at myself
for losing to myself
because I was right
I just could not see it
and apparently
neither could you
and when you and I look into your eyes
and we both see what you want us both to see
the perfect person
but if you put your glasses on
you may see yourself better
because I see you really
and I really do not like
you were most there
but not truly for me
you were most there
but only physically
I always felt not a part of you

and that is what I remember
the most

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Lost

lost
on the train
drowning in the motion
into sleep

lost
on the bus
drowning in thought
of all the micro beings
leaning their way
for me to host them

lost
on the plane
drowning in fear
peering through the sky
as we tear through the clouds

lost
most lost
to see you standing there
so long since I've known you
and now I don't know what to do

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Man's Religion

It is a curse to be bound to
the love for the love
that a father should father
these many children
but name them all his child

It is a blessing to be bound to
misunderstand the misunderstood
that a thing that is so good
make man feel so bad
man born innocent
but die tainted

Underneath a cross
on knees
hands together
head down
talking to someone
within me
above me
that's only way
to have it
God's religion

Instead
we pay for our sins
to such thing as God's money
while slowly losing faith
some working for God
and some working for money
the so called man's religion

but God didn't put you here to work for him
nor did he put you here to work for money
he put you here to live
to work for life

so I get
underneath a cross
on my knees with hand together
and say thank you
for I don't believe in man's religion

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Source to feeling

trying to cry borrowed voices
no time to plead or see

when your heart stop beating
and it beats someone else's
you feel first numb
then dumb for crying someone else's cries

when your ears stop working
and you borrow someone else's
first it's crumble of channels
until you think you stumble on
something you've never heard

when your eyes fail to see
that it's just fire burning within
patience is your water filling
but you are scared to swim
in the ocean of questions
and now your meaning is gone

after this, you won't feel again
everything that once meant anything
will remain forever constant
slowly dying an untrue death
wailing voices in everything
because of what you've done 

when you see life
from where you are
it will be too late to heal 
hearts will pound
you'll be sorry
for what you've done

Monday, July 1, 2013

Short Flight: Dancing Shoes

After many years of wondering
I think it's time for me to travel
maybe sleep a little longer
before I'm sprinkled on gravel
send strings of message
through the empty can
saying my young goodbyes
now just seeing that
the rope will not hold
and so I let myself slip
from the wooden chair
and with my dancing shoes
I step dance on air
probably the longest dance
but definitely the most painful


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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