If there's water in a ***
and you never pour it out
just because it's not boiling-
doesn't mean it's gone.

Faceless, I am.
Sick, I am not.
I am alive and refusing to rot.
I will not cave.
Pray that you will not crumble.
As families around us continue to rumble,
then fall like the pieces of chess-
off the board.
I am still asking, "Where is lord? Where is lord?"
Some blow it away as a trick, a joke, not the truth.
Some gawk in fear, and some laugh away all the proof.
While mothers who taste nothing, cradle, and cry,
a man in a crowded bar says "I will not die."
And the ones who knew and chose that sweet lie,
swear on gone appendages, "No one said this could be why."
It came in a flurry and swept us up in its rush,
in its clutch,
and the coughing and hacking were all we had to crush,
not to touch,
but decay comes in mountains as the money-makers grow,
let it show,
they sell to the faced people false theories they'd crave to know,
so they let go-
of all conditions that make the blizzard pass us by.
Just a moment of safety and sanity,
but they refuse to even try.
"It will **** me-!" They scream.
"It will take away my voice!"
All we can do is just dream until the day they stop the noise.
The day they see the problem as more than just a sneeze
or a sniffle that will pass like overcoming a sharp breeze.
People are falling and we fade into the dark,
so here I am calling, "Oh hark, Oh hark."
I know they may not hear me-
through the money in their ears,
but please,
ignore the hypotheticals,
overcome those fears.
Though it's difficult for everyone to stay so tucked away,
to let strange liquids in your temple,
and hard to not just stray,
you could save a life.
That life might just be yours,
or the kind, old, faceless woman that still must touch the doors.

In the misty haze, my mind takes flight,
Lost in the clouds, embracing the height,
****'s gentle touch, it sets me free,
In this altered state, I find my glee.

Thoughts wander, meandering and slow,
Colors blend, a psychedelic show,
Time stretches out, no need to rush,
In this cosmic realm, reality I hush.

The ***** whispers secrets profound,
Unveiling truths, the universe unbound,
I float on waves of blissful delight,
Lost in the depths of this magical night.

Perceptions shift, boundaries dissolve,
In this altered state, problems absolve,
A gentle euphoria, a calming embrace,
Finding solace in this tranquil space.

Ideas bloom like flowers in my mind,
Unleashing creativity, unconfined,
Every word, every thought, a sweet surprise,
As I explore the depths of my own highs.

But as the smoke starts to fade away,
I return to Earth, back to the day,
Carrying with me the essence and peace,
The lingering echoes of this sweet release.

So let the **** guide me on this ride,
Where consciousness and dreams coincide,
In this realm of green, where I find my peace,
A poet's journey, where my thoughts  release.