Emphath


I have always
Considered myself
To have an impressive
Imagination
But the barrier,
Knocked down by drugs,
That once moderated
The flow
Now gone
Floods my essence
With countless
Worlds
And
An endless
Parade of lives.
Once surrounded
By actual flesh
The onslaught
Of images, feelings,
And what i
Have come to know
As imagined memories
Of their
Past, present, and future
Create an overload
Causing
An emotional shut down.
Empathic vibrations
Of
Other energies experienced
Is my believe.
For to be
Absent of many
Is to know
Some peace;
For me.

Magic Man


Come down from
That Distressed wood
And
Manipulate
The uneducated masses
With your “magic.”
Shed their fears
With the promise
“As long as you
Give me your life
You will be free
And
Will live
Forever in my
Imaginary space. ”
Come magic man
And take the worlds
Pain away with
Your lack of evidence.
Creating in them
The illusion
You will save them
From themselves.
Come magic mam
Make us
Believe.

Bacon Wrapped Memories


Pork loin roast
Wrapped in bacon
Saturates the air
Bringing forth
Memories
Tucked away
In its goodness.
Eating green beans
From grannies garden
As bacon sizzled
And fresh biscuit aroma
Waffed through the air.
A circle of matriarchs
Gaggled as preparations
For the afternoon feast
Fueled their tales and gossip.
Those sweet stills from the past
Brighten the darkness
That attempts to corrupt.
Those sweet smells
Piercing the air
Reminding me of who
I AM
Shatters those fears
Those doubts
Bringing forth
Every moment
That has shaped
My heart
My mind
But not taking away from
The maddness that
Is me
But adding
To the uniqueness
And
Itteligence
Of my being.
Becoming fortified
By the shackels
Of the past.

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