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, September 30, 2013

Don't Say

don't call me incredible
i am credible
don't say i'm impossible
i think i'm possible
don't say i'm amazing
i am not amaze
don't say i'm great
i don't think i'm all that good

don't say...

don't say...

don't say...

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Your Fire is My Fire

Embers flicker away
in their birth, 
there's witness of death
and the smallest beautiful things
grows old the minute it was born... milliseconds losing its burn
your life was not a bore
it rips like paper
watching you fade
from this tiny, flickering light
to black dust... the dusk
it tears like metal
ones heart not to have heard your voice
but your thoughts are heard
they are heard...

Taking your fire
the thing that defined you most
blowing on it
gently and gentler
until your sparks, its not fully lost
then putting you in heart...
putting your fire in my heart

Monday, September 23, 2013

Way To Eternity

Sitting in cold air
man near damn freezing
the world full of angels
the scene so white
mans eyes barely comprehend
the meaning of all this
is a maze in ones mind
the meaning of anything
thee keeps man challenged

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

You, Once, Now, Not, Always

you are softer than this
once easier to open
now you are so closed
not even walking on your feet
always, at the edge of your sit

you are better than this
once full of the color to life
now you're in deep with a knife
If in the could you see
how always, you used to fit

Monday, September 16, 2013

Rich Dark One, Beloved, Precious, Mighty

From the white sunrise
you are born mighty

from the forest

you are
the rich dark one

the beloved
precious, mighty

from Hadria

the Adriatic Sea

to the land far from your own

that of which
bore your body

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

No no no
I said no
no to the moon
no to you

I said no
no man
to know man
I am no fan
of no man telling me no

I hate no
no to this
no to that
no all round
why be a no man?

No no no
I said no
no to the moon

no to you

Monday, September 9, 2013

You can Find ME

You can find me!

Cold water to damp the cloth
Cold brick
In a blackened forest
Hum sounds, reap from your throat
Vibrant, the raindrops
Vibrating objects that are landed on
In your bluish hands
Stay and find me

Find me in the green color leaf
that will be cut, struck, or eaten

Find me in the drop
that falls, rolls, and puddles

© EOU 2013

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Abstract of Self

I never said anything about love. I did however thrust you with some trust that will cost you something later, but right now you smile. I cannot help the fact that at night I have to howl at the moon, and every time you cry soon after. Chapters after chapters, continuously find pages ripped from my book - my favorite book. When I woke up you were no where to be found and so I put on the coffee maker and quench my thirst for awakening. happening today is recapture of tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day, today is tomorrow somewhere else - the world is still spinning even when I'm not in it, even when I stop. I see it, all the won't, could, should - they are under the umbrella and I'm soaked in rain. paint me standing on the wall, holding the painting of me standing on the wall, looking at me, looking at me holding a painting of a painting of me, standing on the wall. Then tell me which one is me and which one is of me thinking that is me, and which is the one of someone else reflection.

Monday, September 2, 2013

Around The Corners of The Worlds

black water trails
simply free from the ocean
wind covered rails
dead slain train
blame the blame game
sisters pact to never mind
but one will find
the like kind
the light stand
understand shelves of broken lamp
free me from me
bottomless feed of fuel
crying shame
for the man of cloth
and armoring man of steel
not every thing is lost
not everything is taken
but granted the way you are
is what you never thought you'd be
what seems right
may not worth the fight
only things worse
than fighting with no cause
is fighting for the wrong one
the world is shaped
so that if I lose myself
I will find you
and helping you finding you
will help us find myself

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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