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, October 31, 2016

DNU 2013

I love it
how you just know
that I need you

I know
it is you
that makes me
a better me

I constantly interrupt you
your play time
to show the love I have for you
and somehow you understand
and let me hold you
close to my heart

Sunday, October 16, 2016


Born lost.
That we find our way

That we must follow
our fathers and mothers way.
That we pave our own roads

That we must feel lost
again and again.
That we search for You within ourselves

That we first be children
to grow adolescents
to becoming men or women

That we bury our truth
to search for another truth
so that the lies
run through our hands

That we find peace
in the world of war.
That land be no mans
and no man be ruled

That we are again one with earth
after we are done paving our ways
and our words be not a world apart
but live in the heart of our story

*** They Say

I am thin on air,
How am I rising without wings?
What is permitting me to float?
Why do I not fear this strange feeling?
To be high in the air, and my feet with ground

What is this feeling beneath my left breast?
This pound, this beat, that resembles the birth of something
Almost reaping from my chest
What is happening?

What is this light that brightens my direction?
This shinning hora that is from nowhere
Leading me somewhere
What is the meaning of this flourishing light
What is it?

Who is it that speaks to me
Men answering questions that I asked GOD
How is it so that what was spoken between GOD and I,
Is the end to what I began?

See that? See it?
I am insignificant to your hands
I am nothing, but in your eyes I see fire
Fire inside that I cannot see for myself
The fire that keeps heart inside ones rib
The fire that tear water from a man’s eye
The fire that takes me away from my minimality 
And places me one step above
The fire that we are losing, but you are putting woods to burn
I am a speck of dust in this world, but you see me
You hear me, you send me your followers
And they deliver message from your lips
They nourish me with your love
And they keep me at peace
Who am I? Why do you show me such love?
What have I done to deserve this light?
Why is it Father that I feel your presence?
And every time I have stepped away, you forgive
Like no other father, you do not question my actions
You do not force, you always welcome me with open arms

So there I must say Thank you Father
Thank you for your presence, thank you for thinking of me
Placing me in the belly of my mother and saying to me
“Live my child, live and learn the way of the land I made for you to roam”
And you send Angels to my aid,
And man to answer my questions.
I Thank you and I know no word is able to show I grateful I am
Nothing in the world can show my appreciation
No one can understand the debt, my heart owes you

I thank you father for another day I have lived
For yesterday could have been my last
But you say “My child, there is more presents for you”
I thank you for the lesson I have learned for it means plenty
To share what has been shared with me

Forgive me for my actions
Forgive me for my humanity
Forgive me for my lack of love
Forgive my want to be careless
Forgive the times I wanted the gift, your presents no longer
Forgive the times I was engaged to things
Forgive my need to prove to them
For you matter most
Forgive me for who I have become
And for letting my selfishness take the best of me
Forgive me for fearing what I do not know.

I ask for a thousands forgiveness
And I thank you millions,
I am your son, father
He whom you have commanded to live
He whom begged for your hand
I am your son, he whom shall forever be indebted to you
And your merciful 

Sunday, August 21, 2016

One Second of heaven

Detox from the intoxicating perfume. Play with air to make sound. 
Wind, wind, wind, till she is fully charged
Feed it touch, feed it just with your bare body
Grow, grow, grow, like its about to explode
Save it by exsanguination, 
Draw fluid to save from man, from near death
Experiencing, stiffness to the brain, you cannot move
Experiencing, your death and a second of heaven

Friday, April 15, 2016


be mindful
of the thieve that stole
the mind's sleep
from its dome

be not he who heir
the soul ripped
by rape
the wolf to the sheep

be merciful
to the cane 
that did not wheeled
the hand that struck

with parish
purge the filth
that pain left
distill self
from nature of men

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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