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

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Stages In one

I can't find the steps
I
need
to
part

I am stuck in this limbo
trying
to
find
my
mind

She sent her chills
to
keep
me
Froze

But right now
I
need
to
ghost

I must find the road

The coast
from
which
I,
conceived

The vehicle

The boat
the
reason
that
I,
journey

Oh brother, where are thou?

when I look in the mirror,
I
no
longer
see
you

I see static

antique tangibles
all
that
are
invaluable

I die for the need to live
all the while, I'm living to die




Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Blood

Dagger and tools of men
Angered with gold in the mind
Cut, stabbed, and cut till
Their anger satisfied by 
Pedals of roses raining from the body
Lading red paint that stained the sandy ground
All 
Sound of murder, murmurs
Killed the dead silent of the crowd’s shock...[Unfinished]

Fear...

He sprints into her memory
With oversized, old man shoes
Breathing dark clouds of mushroom from a shelled casing
Bathing in sweat turned black from ashes
Flashes of them fighting, her crying
Taking it back, if she can just take it back 
Everything with them that turned bad...[Unfinished]

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Necessary Truth

When you stop fearing death,
You begin to live
When you stop worrying,
You can better live
When it all fall apart,
Then, you can start to rebuild

Growing Black Roses

hard to believe,
if one can just be, leave
difficulties in the realms
she cannot be in power
fouler than he having emotions
she wants it all, devotion
he wants just to be real, not just portions
can't believe in love, much less potions
-
fight for her, fight for her
she wants you to fight for her
but you just trying to meet halfway
by the way, she has a cake
and wants a frosting
even when you have it all
your eyes still wonder
why do we think? Why do we ponder?
when it's not perfect, that's when its stronger
when it's real, when it's right
they don't see more in anything
they just want more in everything
don't you know too much seasoning is bad,
for your heart?
build on the bad
eventually it will all fall apart
-
black roses,
roses manipulated


Sunday, November 21, 2010

Find Your Love:

Inside an Italian man’s dish
For unwanted domestics
For presidents
Being part of a resident
In the view of landscapes
On men’s wood
In a running shoe
In the a person’s blemish
In not being selfish
In music
In a kiss
For a meaning cause
Watching someone’s loss
In the site of ample hips
In the warmth of tea sips
Inside the middle of your heart
For mathematics
Between a woman's legs
When getting to your bed
For nature
In being sure
In the taste of rum
For a lonely bum
In dump sites
For sweets
In something new
Being one of the only few
In a man's brain
In happy man
In beautiful lips
For beauty
Find your love in living

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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