how can i be

if tied behind my back

hands are free

my mind is still lock up

my version is better than truth

ahead lies many paths

pick the one with no lines

set your mind free

you will find solace

be how  you can

“I want to stop all the evil around the world” so I whispers to myself. Standing next to the bank by a trash can is a five feet ten inches dark man wearing a black leather jacket with black pants and army issued boots. “It is hundred degrees out here. This is Phoenix -no one wears a black jacket in the summer time. And to stand next to a bank looking around and watching in all directions in rapid movement.” I thinks to myself. “That cannot be not suspicious?” My curious mind takes me to many directions and I would like to know what is the deal.

I am thinking what it would be like to know what this guy is thinking. He fits the profile of a person who is about to do something that is not going to help anyone -not him the least. He is about to walk in the bank and yell “This is a robbery. Hit the floor.” Then what -what would he do next. Would he walk out to a car parked somewhere and drive out of here unnoticed? Isn’t that a bit late now. He has been noticed and he has been walking up and down the same path for the past ten minutes. Surely I am not the only one to notice this. The bank camera is on twenty-four-seven. He has been recorded all this time.

I would like to have the power to know what he is thinking. What is going through his mind? This must be difficult of comprehend, but surely it would help this guy. I would help him if I only knew what he was thinking.

Walking toward him is a risk but it must be done. If he goes through this -a cell is waiting for him already. And the prosecutor cannot wait to convict him. That is just the system. “You are not going to make it.” I exclaim from afar. “It is too risky and you will not make it out once you are inside.” I continue…..

sloppy writings on the wall

still reads between the line

hard to spell the beans

it is only dried ink

the lines are murky at best

explains the hard pain within

learn the lines between the ink
they last longer than the pain

partially drowned in my blood

breathing hard enough to hear my lungs

on the ground searching for air

the taste of sand is grinding my teeth

water is far from reach

i find myself deep in thought

the pipe in my throat is killing me

the blood is left a stain on the floor

i be back for more sometimes

If I suspect anyone and everyone, would that make me paranoid? Then again should I suspect anyone who is not in a “normal” environment or doing an activity that is out of ordinary? How can I be the judge? How would I define suspicious? I have ran into persons who I thought were acting suspicious at that time -even though I never bothered to follow up on my unconscious decision.

It becomes very hard when I want to have to decide who and what is suspect? I do not like to put anyone in that category. What if they are thinking the same about me? To define a suspicious person or activity is hard choice we must make. Some of us have standards or preconception of such and easily define suspects. For the rest of us, it is not easy and there ought to be more than just look or acting “suspicious”. For what it is worth, I think everyone is suspect. You make your decision.