Empowering others to help themselves because only YOU can save YOU.
Author:Empirical Earth Angel
I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...
Electrical pulses confusing the dead inside, Earthly contracts make me run and hide. No touch ever exchanged yet dangerously entangled is my soul.
As my eyes crack open, I pull the sheet up over my head paralyzed by plaguing thoughts of a face not seen in years, now not seen in months. I smile as tears fall simultaneously, my mien changing in the blink of a tear filled eye, only wishing to please and wanting to be pleased…you know that scream that starts from a place you’ve never been, from deep within that you don’t let out?
I only crave to hold your skull in my hands, feeling your bristles with feather like fingertips…your exhale warming my neck, creating jealousy amongst my lips…inhales consuming the scent that’s been longed for, for what seems like eternity. Words like daggers I won’t hear, feeling only your energies…seeing, feeling depths never known this trip around.
I carry this ferocious itch that changes me daily, controlling chaos becomes more difficult by the passing days. Promise me with only your eyes, as long as I breathe I can live only here.
The tickle to your pineal, the tongue on the inside of your skull, that’s how deep. Dragging across gathering, seizing, formless thoughts to decipher alone? Hollowed of most of what I used to be, trying to find me…remembering to breathe.
Has the handler become the handled? The lingering effects of mind being swept with a broom full of continuous thoughts. Over producing dimethyltryptamine dreams moving so fast I can’t remember a thing upon opening. The eye only sees the tail end of these damn things, not sure what this means…do you feel me like I feel you? It’s hard to tell who is me and who is who…
Everything in one package, slowly coming back to my senses…I’m getting along, some days struggle to stay strong. My own drums I do beat, cheering myself on. It was me all along, never feeling like I belonged. Made from and of numbers, what am I looking through when I see you? I saw more than just a bag of boned meat suit…the portals I see that shine in the waters above at night, have called for my return, to bring home back to us.
"From the days of old to the ones unmet, we're tied by our soul don't you forget." Thais
I hear your call from across the waves, though I have come from the water I have forgotten. Tear through this veil, needs unwinding are ye teacher that unkind?
The pavement steams, fogging glass just like in dreams, now come to pass, brought to days as well as nights…around the clocks I can hardly fight. I’m exhausted. I can still hear your voice and it feels like home.
Happy Groundhogs Day with middle aged sexy dancers on screen, slinging fire for hair. No one believes in marriage anymore, but where is my mind? If this be unkind then damned to your hell I’ll surely go. This, all that I know, scary yet I’m sold, to time I fold if the truth be told.
Stuck on this deserted island, yet there are people all around. They’re all making noises but none of my sound. My body knew before my mind, it took months for all that to settle down.
Vibrations now create words of which I often listen, am I hearing a distortion, what seems like only a portion?
That depth those eyes did declare, how many of you think you could share? What once seemed like tripping on a knot has now thrown me out into the lot, always searching, wondering. Walking this tightrope between dreams, only pleasure I find is mine.