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I Was So Lost In The Spirit World.
A Sky High Tall Man, Sings Rules Of The Land, All Of The Tropics That Rise Up From Sand, All Of The Oceans He Wept From His Glands,
How The Whole World Once Fit In His Hand.

When I Was Lost In The Spirit World. The Giant Sang "Dance, Fall From Your Stance, Roll Around & Into A Trace," The Giant Screamed "Jump, You Can't Escape In A Slump, If You Feel Down Then You're In A Dump, If You Get High You Can Slip From The Clump."

The Fae Look With A Sneer, In The Distance Its Clear, They Chant In Their Voices & Point At Their Heads  " That Giants Not Here, Hear Us We're Here, We'll Give You Gear,
Readjust Your Whole Steer.

Think Of The Mother & Think On Your Fear, Pray To The Dead They're Never Not Near, Free Yourself From The Demons Their To Dumb To Care, Walk From The Veil & Fly From The Tear. "
Harry Roberts - Traversed The Spirit World Part 2
I begin my walk
on the circled asphalt path
behind the old Lutheran church
founded in 1790
the crickets chirp
a defiant roar
as I descend upon their quiet space
clouds are dark and a bit threatening
are they spirits taking form above me?
mistral winds on a windless day
seem to gather and fuse into words
held for a moment...clear
then lost to fuzzy and distorted whispers
'They are here...'
'Listen to me...I must kill'
'I have an angel'

before departing
I stop at a headstone
I'm not sure why
but I attempt
to pronounce the last name of this departed soul
3 times
on the 3rd try I am interrupted by a young boy
who corrects me with the proper pronunciation
I turn at the gate and advise the spirits
that I am leaving
a friendly 'okay' came back to me

my God
I have walked in the living room of the dead
upon review of my 20 minute evp session in this cemetery, I came upon more than 30 anomalies including several direct responses. I have been doing this since 2013 and have never approached the level of activity I received on this walk. The response I got when pronouncing the last name on the headstone and being corrected...may be the one most fascinating evp I have ever captured.
When I Traversed The Spirit World I Attempted To Wake The Dead.
The Dead Only Slept So On I Did Move, Moving Through The Spirit World.

When I Traversed The Spirit World I Tried To Play With The Fae.
But The Fae Only Dine On Fruit & Red Wine, They Tried To Circle Me To Dance For All Time, But The Dead All Stayed Dead So On I Did Move, Moving Through The Spirit World.

When I Traversed The Spirit World I Was Spotted By It's Demons.
They Hung In Packs, Slobbering For Snacks, Rearing Up To Attack,
But The Fae Fought Them Back, Im Not Their Kin But They Don't Relax.
On I Can Move With The Fae On My Tracks.

When I Traversed The Spirit World I Saw A Sight, A Giant Tall, Sat On Mountains Watching All. I Ask The Giant Where I Am, Death He Said Its Where I Began, To Wake The Dead & Free Those Scammed,
Like Myself Be Released From The Damned.
Harry Roberts - Traversed The Spirit World
If spirits can walk the earth after life ends,
Or even before, to soar in flights unhindered
By physics, let me dance then!
To reel, arms out, on a vivid green lawn
In a garden before a comfortable house,
Where lush flowers grow and summer reigns,
Touching rows of Constable trees that tower, emerald,
And violet-shadowed even at noon or painted
In twilight, soft before a rising moon.
I would skip over roads and find that field
That lies, protective, above the Connecticut,
Watching as it winds lazily northward.
Then, being sure that all is right,
That the corn is tall and full,
I would speed up to a rounded hill
Above a Victorian barn in Leyden,
Ten acres of rye grass for the cows.
I would stand at the summit and gaze
Far away, down the sleeping valley in its haze,
To the little towns and glittering in
The sun, my alma mater, towers
Of attempted wisdom, of spires and dreams.
Then I might then bathe in a little lake
Where I once romped with friends
After a wedding, nude and laughing
While puzzled farmers watched and leered.
As before I would flee to the river that wound
Down between the hills, splashing through
Pools in shade and sun, basking on smooth stone
Whose marbled veins glow in the canyon light,
Remnants of an ancient era, of pressure and time.
Then on I’d go, bounding from one hilltop to another,
Turning north from the cesium-laced Deerfield,
Passing Vermont’s border to stroll the streets
Of Brattleboro, Putney and Newfane.
I might find a canoe and glide up the West River,
Somehow floating above the rapids and dam,
To rest on the flat water as the sun sets,
Skimming lightly, watching the trout rise
To sip dancing insects or hear the splash
Of a bass as it flicks the surface with its tail.
And then I would sit with the ones I love,
Silently, breathing in the mist that rises
As the sun slips below the hills;
Sunset-colored, elliptical echoes
Catch the low swells like waving glass.
I would wait here until morning returns,
Not ready to leave this beauty or the world.
Reverie about the places I love.
ah! the title catches your eye
just enough Sun sneaking through
you have arrived
where few have ventured
take hold of these pages
and turn slowly
so as not to allow the dust
to choke you
yellow corners and broken binding
only serve to add
to the moment
alone here
discover the dreams
locked away
in this forgotten room
wipe your spectacles clean
for the light is dim
and the air is thick
pull up the chair that has awaited you
these many years
absorb these words
for here you can think
here you can feel the story
share with me your thoughts
my soul knows yours
my dormant heart reborn
the air stirs as you turn that first page
read for me my kindred spirit
let me hear your whisper
echo down these solemn halls
06/07 - revised
Syv Elena Aug 30
I've seen dragons in rivers
I've seen wolves in forests
I've seen things in my orb
Things I haven't seen before

I've seen the elements controlled
Sometimes intertwined
I see things everyday
Of the other side

It's more sense than seeing
Because I mostly have hearing
I can go out when I'm sleeping
Knowing I am not really dreaming

There's always an island
There's always a building
There's always something going on
There's always something that needs fixing

But these are only my dreams
Without them I am blind
Because I can only sense
Whats on the other side

I know I am never alone
I always have friends at my home
And I often talk out loud
When no one is around

Together we laugh
Together we cry
Together we go
To the other side
Syv Elena Aug 28
It is written in the story of old
That there lived a witch near the forest of Gravenhold
Her duty was to keep the ghouls at bay
And guide spirits back on their path who were led astray

She lived secluded and people rarely visited
It made her sad sometimes, but that was just the witch's life, wasn't it?

She was alone until that faithful day
A day with heavy rain and a spirit who didn't go away

"Are you lost and do you seek guidance?" The witch asked
The spirit didn't reply and only stared
Their eyes showed nothing but grief
Their early passing didn't seem to be a relief

"I've seen that look before." The witch said
"That look of regret because you know you can't go back."

The spirit's lips quivered and their eyes watered
Their mind filled with doubt if they could continue what they started

"Do not be afraid, my friend. Not all your loved ones are among the living."
"You will surely meet again and they will guide you towards your new beginning."

The witch led the spirit towards a passage in the woods
Bringing them back on the path where they once stood

"My friend, if I can give you one last piece of advice."

"I've been here many days & many nights."
"And if there's one thing I've learned it's this is not goodbye."
When I was in the car that brought us to our brother's funeral I felt really sad whenever I looked at his casket that laid in the car infront of us.

The last time I looked at him I looked towards the cars across the street afterwards and there was a truck which had the text "this is not goodbye" on it.

It helped.
V Exeter Aug 11
4 x 4,
crash! bathroom door,
send vomit
snaking escape,
into night,
through your friend:
dirty toilet.

Dirty mouth,
smash! back for more,
send anguish
snaking escape,
rising high,
scent of Jane,
Mary, and spirits.

Get home.
Remove boots.
Load the
barnacled bong
, kill the lights
, start a movie.

Let me make it clear:
the messaged mirror
lies, your imagination
functions well, and
turns suspension of
into fillable plotholes.

Dirt and cum. Caked on glass.
Seated sweat, wiping ass.
Reborn again. Stand up tall.
Smear words you once heard,
fingertip pen, dipped, and salted.

Are there messages here?
you ask, eye
to eye with
Shadows still linger in this bright light,
they thought well about where to hide,
broken hopes, shattered dreams, and shallow spirits,
are the foods that gives them strength to ride,
to ride in the shadows where darkness always rise.
bay Aug 10
you’re even more beautiful in person.
I watched the sparkling water
reflect back on to you
the stars in your eyes
you watched them from my roof
spirits surely lifted ours
but it lifted something else
I melted into you
like the vodka melted into me
you   were   Intoxicating.
you said things
I wondered how it would change us
and I’m not scared
I welcome it if it’s true.
you wrote a poem about me
I’m writing one about you.
it hasn’t changed anything.
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