Sanctuary of My Mind

Poetry and Prose will take you away, you'll be drifting between darkness and eternal moonlight...savage passion and reasonable love will sing their songs...flickers of happiness,embers of sadness...all you need to forget time is still ticking. (written by a reader)

Monday, May 08, 2006

Questions of My Thoughts (Even My Thoughts Have Questions Part# 6)

If you could somehow go back in time to change one mistake or one thing you wish you had or hadn’t done, but you had neither the foresight nor the courage to act on your heart’s premonition what would it be or have you lived under the false assumption all these years that your life would have better if not for that one fateful mistake on that day when you just weren’t yourself but for the rest of your life that day can’t be forgotten***Have you ever just stood still in complete darkness for maybe a few minutes or an hour without the intrusion of sounds but just your thoughts, your own heartbeat and felt the power of your aura vibrating through the room like a caged tiger eager to escape and explore the world***The voice you hear in your mind does it drive you mad because that voice knows everything about you and once in a while don’t you just wish it would shut the fuck up and let you think for yourself, make your own mistakes and find your own way***There are so many good and beautiful people in this world that you will never get to meet and we only sometimes hear about all their good deeds and how much they were loved only when they die; wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could somehow have known in their everyday life as they did great things in their own small, quiet way***Knowing yourself as intimately as you do would you recommend yourself as a friend, lover, husband, wife or would you let the ones who would be close to you know that the further they are from you the happier they will be***What happens to your soul when you prostitute who you are and settle for less than you expect when everything is for sale and the value you once placed on yourself is now a thing of past are you able to look others in the face while holding your head high or are you cringing inside believing that they can see past your façade but they pretend that they can’t all the while pitying you and wondering where the you of old has disappeared to***


Dean Jean-Pierre
5-7-06….1:37am
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