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She held tightly, nails digging deep into his hand. So deep she unintentionally breaks through his skin. As blood trickles, no pain is felt. No sensation. As, his brain is overtaken by this immediate situation. One so intense he can't wince, unable to make sense of this scene as it commences. For, why has this come to pass? For, what type of hate is this? And, for what reason is it directed towards them? At the tender age of 8, such thoughts ignite his brain. As this crowd shouts, calling him everything but his name. He now looks down at his hand, but not seeking to check the blood. He's seeking to understand just what this color does. Is he this color as this crowd states? How did he become less at the age of 8? Less than human, less than seen, less than even cattle, to this crowd he is merely meat. Tears stitch into the sides of his cheeks, As he watches his father's feet dangle from the tree --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/marcus163/support

I love to sit in silence. Its the only moments I notice, I truly don't exist. That me being me, means nothing, not even to human. That in this moment, this silent moment, whatever I am, is lost in the abyss. Whatever one deems me to be, holds no merit, while I sit in this room, silently. To be so plagued with intention. To need interpersonal interaction. To need eyes, sound, touch, just to be someone. Im reminded of the tree, as it stands alone in the forrest. And, pondering minds wonder. When it drops, does a sound commence forming? If, the absence of perception, means to human, it goes unnoticed? I have not lived a life, surrounded by painted minds. Minds so intrigued, they attempt to color in every line. To define, what I in mind, would essentially never try. The worst thing about such a life, is not knowing, what they define. So in this silence, is where I shall reside. Until, im confronted with a mind, I truly find, divine.... --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/marcus163/support

In this episode I simply recite one of my poems "The Rambling Mind Of Me". --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/marcus163/support