Mental Health Monday – 08.22.22

#mentalhealthmonday#mentalhealthawareness Hate and anger. These days we see them played out as emotional currency. Rage of the oppressed and the perceived oppressed alike doled out like fiat dollars to the broke masses. The idea that negative emotion is a bargaining chip has poured a destructive energy gasoline into our socially collective campfire, and now we're … Continue reading Mental Health Monday – 08.22.22

Maybe Automaton?

“Apply chest compressions!” “Give him oxygen!” “Live, Goddamn it!” “Pushing adrenaline!” “Can you find a pulse?” “No, I think we’re losing him.”   Was he ever alive? Or is he an automaton? Did he ever breathe? Eyes ever cry? You have to be alive to die. I’m not sure why we all have synapses snapping … Continue reading Maybe Automaton?

Time of The Shaman

He prays towards Sirius at dusk. Draped in strips of colored cloth, Spartan in fashion, hanging with bright feathers and bones of reptiles.   He is calling on the universe, on that which lies above and below. Sometimes long dead elder gods, or ancestral spirits; he coaxes them down from the astral plane.   A … Continue reading Time of The Shaman

Bitter Water Healin’

The past - never lasts. The cure - is so unsure. I've broken every cast, spiked the mix and still it's pure.   Unadulterated - Chronic masturbated I know, I probably should have waited, can't remain this aggravated - and surviving on nothing's just part of disbelief. Holding close to closing, press the button for … Continue reading Bitter Water Healin’

Medicine

I got down - dog tired, dried out - and drunk again. Was laid out a long time, lost myself and my friends.   I guess that's the price you pay to feel a little better than you probably deserve most times. Got to find a better way than these masters I usually serve; don't … Continue reading Medicine

Strong Medicine

I have crossed T’s and dotted I’s For as long as I can remember. I have drank deeply of the words of lovers, fiends and prophets and taken each syllable to the head, like strong medicine sipped, draped in gazelle skins staring up at starry nights beneath the canopy of my ancestors.   Each speech, … Continue reading Strong Medicine