“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.
Smock Salute!
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