Poetry In Motion: The Psychology Of Vicariousness

“I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I’m charged. Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin” ~ Nasir Jones

An emotional filter can be defined as an expression exerted through the vicariousness of self onto others or objects in the form of feelings brought upon through various mannerisms. “Sippin Dom P” and possibly “watching Gandhi til your charged” can be an outward filter if you choose that route; also, food, friends, sex, exercise, music, prayer and meditation.

Psychology plays a big role in life (not to sound like an expert). It affects the way we think and feel daily. Hence, our emotions are an intangible that is sometimes delicately and forcefully bestowed onto the third person in order to pragmatically get your point across.

Although a few filters such as food, alcohol and sex have been a contribution in one way or the other, the one that has emphatically contributed on a deeper level is the relationship between the ink and myself.

It lives vicariously through me as well as others. Its trustworthy and honest in everyway considering that its “you”. Psychologically, it’s one’s release therapy! It’s definitely mine amongst other things.

“So here’s a temporary fix from your permanent flaws. This album helps you to release cause life is irkin us all.” ~ Christopher Bridges

Here you go!

“Release Therapy”

Speak To Me

As I flow through my thoughts so fluidly

And beautifully

Silent in thought

Eyes gazed into emptiness unfulfilled

Yet to be fulfilled like a page without a sentence

Screaming for words to express the hunger

My only appetite is (w)rite.

I explore in the essence of glory

Pent up emotions bottled from imperfections

Unreleased through time

I have a Coke bottle mind

Eating away like lyme disease

An itching infection circulating beneath the epidermis of my skin

Circulating in circulatory fashion like an Hermes retail store

Storage of all that is fine linen

Such a luxury bestowed through my veins

Painted in ink

Not all things are mink

Warmth turns to frozen tundra

Only to melt at the sign of spring

Rushing faster than the droplet of water from the sink

Drained from shed of tears

Plus fears

Wanting out

Awaiting freedom

Let the Liberty Bell ring

Allow its livelihood to resonate and sing

As I live through the pen(cil)

That swings gracefully

I embrace my first beat

All the way to my last breath

I am a patient of patience.

This my release therapy

Jeff L.

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