The Matrix of My Mind’S Asylum

© 2018 Daniel Obie. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/26/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-3015-1 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-3013-7 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-3014-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018935929

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Contents

Introduction

Defirmed Mind

Commotion

Overturned Opposition

Amnesia

Stinges Sermon

Rise and Fall Of Dia

Love Vo

Temptations and Love Revelations

L.S.G (Lover’s Survival Game)

Tender Gallows

Expressive Convolation

My Shara

Wrath of Salvation

Flight Of Countless Stairs

Barriers Upon A Sore Throat

Life and Death

Forbadden Catalyst (Forbidden Fruits)

Departures and Relocations

Questions I Ask Myself

Utopia Like

Loner’s Moment (Outcast Thoughts)

MentaCross

Windowless Thoughts

Ironic Differnnalities

Urban Thoughts Of The Mind

Divine Thoughts

Common Scenario

MisGuided Circumstances

Exclaimer

Questions Of Infinity

Adrenalin

Annotation

Introduction

From the perspective of young boy to a man’s perspective thoughts, opinions, poetry, pursuit of happiness, deepness and turmoil throughout many different emotions, thoughts, and feelings in the mind of Daniel Gene Obie the Third, any poems are written read and enjoy as you journey through the matrix of his mind’s asylum.

Defirmed Mind

A Defirmed humans, smart Mind with a lustful heart. Now that is an ironic combination isn’t it? Maybe not depending on the focal points regarding your opinions to that statement. Regardless of your long comings and shortcomings we all win some battles but we also lose some or a lot of them especially the battle of survival and success when it comes to life and everything in it. Especially when it comes to love. Many of us are not Judges, or Lawyers with law degrees but most of us judge people. Why? because of what they do, have done, say, have said, what they look like, what it looks like they are or how they are by appearance or stature? Or is it just about their mistakes (Something we all make and have made). Because then that would be hypocritical right? If we are to judge anyone, look down or up at anyone, it should be ourselves. Like what they say in the army police, up yourself before you police your battle buddies or anyone else around you (check yourself before you check others). You never know what someone is going through in the present and has gone through in the past or will go through in the future. Never underestimate them and yourself and your timeline of people regrets no regrets mistakes and non-mistakes to come into your life and brains permanent memory and hemisphere. The ones to blame for our victories and our wins, our losses and downfalls is us and not where we came from, not from the people who hurt or have hurt us physically, mentally and emotionally, it’s us and no one else. The blame and fingers should point back at us just like how kids point at other kids, those three fingers are pointing right back at us. I’m Holding my hands through thick and thin your feelings of my voice that lies within your mouth breaths and nose smells the wind the mist of pressuring through your soul around your brain into your eyes frame and blood veins we are turtles inhale what you exhale our battle wounds and scars and struggles are the cracks of our shell’s. No one understands me, to be honest, I don’t really understand myself I don’t know what I’m capable of doing and saying anymore. I’m physically, emotionally, mentally and mistakenly damage. I am trying to move forward and on from the past, but there is a bad force that does not want me to do that. It could also be a good one but now I’m not sure, I feel like I’m dirty and rotten but also, sometimes shiny and gold. Sometimes my heart feels so warm but then cold tears come running down from my face when I do not expect them to and do not want them to. I do not understand, only God does. I do not know what real love is like, I thought I did. I do not know if I can survive what I’m going through and been through much longer. I