#openmind
Between the buildings made of stone
a quiet rustle begins to weave;
it wakes up the minds of those standing alone,
enchanting the world with its leaves.
The city shines with light and steel,
with hurried feet and engines that roar,
but hidden beneath the noise and chaos
lie those trees that shake you to the core.
Their fragile song above the streets,
their beautiful whisper throughout the town;
it creates a ripple effect of natural serenity
in which the troubled can just drown.
If we just froze in our busy lives
and we took a second to just listen,
maybe we would hear the magical voice
that we could never see in our visions.
Beneath every person in the world
lie those fantastical city trees
whose voices, if heard,
would bring you to your knees.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 6:54 PM UTC
Tell me—
If a tree grows
twisted toward the light,
is it flawed…
or determined?
If a river changes course
after hitting stone,
did it fail—
or did it learn?
We call straight lines “right.”
We call smooth roads “success.”
But who decided that?
If you take the long way home
and discover something beautiful,
was it a mistake—
or the point?
Here’s one for you—
If someone survives the storm
but carries the thunder in their chest,
are they broken…
or powerful?
If silence protects you,
is it weakness—
or wisdom?
If you forgive but never forget,
are you bitter—
or boundaried?
Answer that quickly.
You can’t.
Because truth isn’t flat.
It bends depending on where you stand.
Let’s go deeper—
If two people remember the same night
in completely different ways,
who owns the truth?
The loudest voice?
The calmest one?
The one that cried?
The one that didn’t?
Or is truth a mirror—
reflecting what each person is ready to see?
What if strength looks like walking away?
What if strength looks like staying?
What if both are right—
depending on the heart beating behind the choice?
If a scar reminds you of survival,
is it damage—
or evidence?
If love feels dangerous
because it matters that much,
is it risk—
or depth?
Think carefully.
If life was simple—
right or wrong,
good or bad,
black or white—
Would we grow?
Or would we just follow instructions
without ever asking why?
Maybe the complicated answer
is the honest one.
Maybe the reason we argue
is because we’re each holding
a different piece
of the same shattered mirror.
And maybe—
The goal isn’t to be right.
Maybe it’s to be aware
that someone else’s answer
can exist
without erasing yours.
So here’s the final question—
If everything can be viewed
from more than one angle…
What makes you so certain
yours
is the only one?
Pause there.
Not to doubt yourself.
But to expand.
Because the mind that questions
doesn’t weaken—
it deepens.
And maybe the most powerful thing
you can say
isn’t “I’m right.”
It’s—
“What if there’s more?”
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:18 PM UTC
This wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the walls
These words deserve to be seen
This knowledge should not be ignored.
These skies aren't just falling
They're spreading wide apart
To let us all inside
Into the universe's heart
The ocean is the place
To be and sea is paradise
Whenever hearts are aching
The water calms the mind
Where the sun sets brighten the landscape
New ideas take a different shape
And as the moon smiles down on us
We're simply here on our soul vacation
The wind is howling-helping us
To sail across the ocean-atmosphere
Where far is close
And the horizon's near
We eat and drink
We dream, we film
We sing in silence to ourselves
We're one with beautiful sun rays
As I am letting go,
Floating, finding words,
Coming from the heart
Of this country's evening ride
We're simply carrying on
In waves of love
It has so many faces
As well as phases
Always enough
For all of us
If we look closer
And we trust.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
We never know how what we are experiencing now might help us in the future. Every experience is valid and may be useful. Let's embrace everything and trust.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
I put a stop
A full stop to all
The trees pass swish
Its shadow was good
Well while it lasted
Then came the sun
For once I stopped
To watch it fall
The cool breeze
Hitting my face dry
Saying hi and bye
All at the same time
Then the moon
Came the stars
A beautiful site
But I guess they would never understand
Each others beauty and fall
And i said this is it
I've watched enough
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
We are slaves
Nothing but slaves
Dominated by our convinctions
Buried by our ego
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
Within this constriction
We define perfection
Perfection is subjection
Subjective is perfection
Dangerous is the definition
Disheartening is the caused segregation
Segregation then leads to dehumanization
Dehumanization brings a solution
A final solution
All from the definition
Of perfection
Of attraction
How beauty is the chaperon
For destruction
Is a cyclic maceration
Of the human condition
How repugnant and inane
Future and past is inundated by a dismal shroud
To be perfect is to accept those who possess your idea of imperfection
Stay open minded, avoid apathy, seek the uncomfortable
Let’s break the cycle
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
To open one's mind
Would be to seek out what closed
It in the first place
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Recalling fanaticism
Angry eyes swollen into the night
Full and proud the lunatic stood
Offering a seemingly worthless soul
To the blinding light of the moon
Heresy became virture
As daylight crept onto the horizon
Helios and his knights purging
The shadows of the Lunar kin
An orchestrated arsonist's betrayal
The comfort of the evening air
Bitter as it now is, is tempting to some
Those enkindled with righteous flames
Bleed their religion into a new day
Wildfires spread to the ways of old.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
I have a lot on my mind
but thinking about it
is a waste of time.
Ever since I've been lost inside
I'm trying so hard to be alright.
Did I....make a mistake by running away
from the thought of yesterday?
I never wanted to remember
all I ever wanted was to be okay.
Oh, what's the benefit
what's the point of it?
There's no need to mutter
I need to get better!
I just can't hold onto this
so I don't overthink it
I should **** it up and quit.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
These words, they conglomerate
on the page
loosely tied together
by the date
the sharpest needle
and
the finest thread
could not stitch them together
I have tried
many times
I have stabbed myself
many times
but
scraps of sting
unused words lay
loosely distorting an unforeseen design
but
if you squint
posses an open mind
then the words will seem to tighten
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Vastly and taken, among us
We walk alone
As have we always
And shall we continue
Our minds aren't always
As silenced as we should be
We listen and evaluate,
As if its our job, to gain the knowledge of you
To figure you out.
To know our jobs of further corruption.
Against anyone and everyone
And we watch, as to gain power
To know what to do to make you ***** inhabitants of our mother earth live in fear and restlessness.
We are the control
You, our puppets
We decide if and when to free you from your strings
Only attached to crosses as
To represent religion
Falling far from it in your falling out with a god, after being cut
Only to figure out you knew nothing of what religion really stood for
Because after all? Who really knows?
But us.
We are complete control. Learn to obey and get into our rythm of speaking, so you lip it, they think its opinions.
We.the collectors.
Gathering stars
In an infinity of black charred sky.
We must add color to our canvas.
We, gathering your glass tears in our paper jars
Throwing them to the sky.
So you'll forever remember mourned loved ones until you become that as well.
And you think stars are some beautiful representation of life, we all burn out.
Some might be.
Tears of joy. Proposal on a sunny day. A new family. Warm and fuzzy memories for you to store.
But to collectors, stars are to remind you
That even in a black nothing land
There is still suffering.
The sun isn't getting closer
But only bigger and still enlarging rapidly
As there will always be pain
And suffering
Tragedy in great masses.
Broken hearts.
Stars are to show remembrance in bad times.
What else is there out in the cold of space?
You don't know.
Exactly.
You know nothing of what is to come.
Of what you are to become.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
A free man walking
Suffers from no illusions
But what grows green from rocks
Is what he seeks
It reminds him that hope never dies
A free man talking
Suffers from no emotions
But what he hears from ticking clocks
Is how a baby sleeps
Not knowing why his mother cries
A free man provoking
Is like kicking sand into oceans
People hear the way he talks
But ignore why he speaks
They only see white in his darkened eyes
A free man trying
His mind rocked by constant motions
It’s not so easy to feel these thoughts
The truth of the matter is all he keeps
While she drowns in seas that only rise
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Be kind,
For at least once in your life the kindness you show, will make a monumental difference, for whom you showed it to.
Be flexible,
The tides of life will twist and turn you many ways, you must bend with them.
Be soft,
many will tell you only a thick skin will get you through, but it is only with soft hands that you can nurture broken hearts.
Be patient,
a short fuse will only put you in a deep hole.
And perhaps,
Most importantly,
Be open minded,
so that you will never hold back any of the above, because of what you think, but don't know.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I nominate the *** that's been brought to a boil
Our plans fell through
And we're about to go under the knife
Rise and shine
Like peas and carrots
Like loaded dice and the counting of cards
Aw, you beat me to the punch
You are not some run of the mill curator
With a reduction in pay, you know your stuff
I blame my dichotomous thinking
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Passively Pacify Our Minds
Lil Wayne Is Our Guide
Willie Lynch’s Spirit
Masterminds his Rhymes
Spirits Full of Hate
Played Out on Mixtapes
Ancient Ideologies Perpetuate
As we greedily devour
Beats that makes us
Forfeit Our Power
Physically we are free
But our minds are in 1793
Archaic ideologies
chain thee
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC