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    The Esoterian: Ramblings of a Madman
    The Esoterian: Ramblings of a Madman
    The Esoterian: Ramblings of a Madman
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    The Esoterian: Ramblings of a Madman

    By Ehmbee Way

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    The Esoterian: Ramblings of a Madman is a collection of poetry containing both traditional and contemporary styles. Through an emotional and often philosophical lens, it addresses-among other topics-death, spirituality, mind control, counterculture, love, purpose, regret, maturation, mental illness and the inescapable grasp of time.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEmpty Box Publishing
    Release dateSep 21, 2023
    ISBN9798218075149
    The Esoterian: Ramblings of a Madman

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      The Esoterian - Ehmbee Way

      A Reluctant Chauffeur

      She’s lost in between worlds—

      her minted name still pressed into my miserable heart.

      She’ll return it erelong—

      melted and useless, in this place she’ll not stay.

      She’s an unanswered prayer—

      one I’ll soon release, to await me again.

      She’s two pleading, brown eyes—

      peering beyond my murderous intent.

      She’s a welcoming lamb—

      loyal and ready for that which she’s craved.

      She’s prostrate and listless—

      trembling bravely, behind her reluctant chauffer.

      She’s a teary contradiction—

      impelling, somehow, that I both hurry and dawdle.

      She’s bound for that room—

      where my irrevocable decision insidiously looms.

      She’s a poisonous sponge—

      surrounding my soul ‘til I follow her home.

      Modern Amish

      Technological waves crash against the stubborn Modern Amish.

      They try and fling him from his two-hundred horses.

      Rusted and fuming, the aging steed balks with rubber hooves in the street.

      A persistent ocean of electric life—algorithms designed to erode his world.

      From every direction, it bombards him with salty figures and nefarious codes.

      Afraid of drowning, he secures his handheld preserver.

      (A mini-ocean in and of itself), it pushes him forward, while he idles and his sneakers dig in.

      He’s now enveloped by a promise of ease that would just as soon drown him.

      Sink or swim; he’s a slave to its will.

      Swallowing cities and countries. People and time.

      For forty days, it reigns. Zeros and ones splashing onto the brim of his fitted hat.

      We’ll all be consumed by its treacherous depths.

      Across from the Modern, buggies clop carelessly, through puddles of stats.

      Bearded and defiant carpenters; they’ve learned to pause time.

      So the Would-Be watches, scoffing with hypocritical admiration.

      Thousand-eyed cameras with perfect memory—they log the scene.

      Fueled by our vanity, they stoke their advance toward our inevitable end.

      For boiling seas heed neither his pause nor mine.

      We’ll all burn just the same.

      My Comfy Box

      My comfy box… It displaces the truth.

      I noticed, yesterday, that his did so

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