EVP VOICES FROM THE SKY (Poem) 

EVP VOICES FROM THE SKY 


Voices 

Rained down 

Shook the ground 

Psychic percussions 

Astral shock waves 

I sat in my chair 

Feeling myself 

Drift away from Earth 

Hades trombones blew out meters 

Of an open up the ground and sky tune 

So I thought back then 

Hypnotized 

And mind shattering 

Into fragments 

For former EVP researcher self 
Was I for a time 
Then strafed and hit 
By audio dive bombing harpies 
Of Medusa's wind 
Etheric telegraph lines 
Fused to my skull 

Relaying Morse Code in high pitch Inquisition 

Then at night 

The deep voice 

Ground punchers were gone 

But from upstairs rooms and ceilings 

Dimensional stalkers 


Dropped lead weights 
And pineapple grenades 
Of audio fragmentation into my ears 
Here was my warm Spring season 

Being thrown into pits 
Of audio coliseums 

The sport for them was to fragment mind 
Of this human mortal 
The artillery was always there 
Voiced.voiced.voiced 

Loaded audio shell.voiced phosphorus.... and salt peter 

Invisible nitrate flares choked my senses 
The sport for them was to fragment the mind 

I lie there.... thought bled 
In psychology nightmare 

Voiced.voiced.voiced 

Out in the afternoon Sun now 

Platforms of etheric sound speakers 

Blast me with sports arenas of voiced hecklers 

Like a football stadium roaring.blasting 

Into conscious mind 
An opening of chasms 
In subconscious self of me 
Targeted with audio thrashed blitz 
My dust of mind 
Lost to April rain 

The severing of myself from the dimension 
A fissure 


Through which There were confrontations 

Of voices.fangs.... and screaming night 

The situation is under self-reflection 
Analysis troubled by electronic evidence 
This is nothing that I expected at all 
One day they came through the white noise 

And stayed.and stayed 

And troubled my days 
After two weeks 

Weary.... lack of appetite.... lack of sleep 
Pharmacy prescription sleep inducement failing 
I began to have visions 
Of descending angels 
Formed from electric lights 

That so high.pierced the ether 

It was around Sunset but without a Sun to set 
I heard running down the stairs 
And saw entities at midpoint 
A hazy gateway to astral descent 
In my room.from that moment 

The world became much less clear 
Than it previously ever was 

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2018

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