I Am Anaya Poet Acrostic

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^{Paracusia, is a form of hallucination that involves perceiving sounds without auditory stimulus. While experiencing an auditory hallucination, the affected person hears a sound or sounds that did not come from the natural environment. It’s common to hear one or more voices without a speaker present, known as an auditory verbal hallucination. This may be associated with psychotic disorders, most notably schizophrenia, this phenomenon is often used to diagnose these conditions. However, individuals without any psychiatric disease whatsoever may hear voices, including (those under the influence of mind-altering substances, such as cannabis, cocaine, amphetamines, and PCP).  Three main categories into which the hearing of talking voices often fall: a person hearing a voice speak one's thoughts, a person hearing one or more voices arguing, or a person hearing a voice narrating their own actions. Hallucinations of music also occur. In these, people more often hear snippets of songs that they know, or the music they hear may be original.  image on bing.com}

Angel Or Demon

Audio hallucinations, voices not angelic, they're atrocious and scathing.
No one else hears whispering every now and then: Did you hear that?
Going mad a big fear; her visceral crazy dreams are becoming unclear. 
Entertains, never complains of painful futile pursuit. Panic stricken, blames other.                                                        
Less what’s prescribed—dizzy, a soundproof booth she describes and it, a bother. 
                             
Outerspace, underground, heavens above, always hate! Where is love? 
Reality vanishes, she comes undone—swears she hears something, someone.

Denials rest her mind; amassing piles of illusions and lies combined.
Experiments; government, bad karma! Conscience, angel or demon? Too much.
Mental illness? She is functioning and keeps it together.  She’s in touch.
O God, a curse, be strong, in this damned world others suffering's much worse.
Nevertheless tries her best, she sleeps with one eye open, frightened.
                                                               —a healthy mind, a soul quest.

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Harry Horsman September 2, 2022 at 7:20 AM Taking in an oldie, Anaya, interesting concept (diagnoses) of two side of life, honestly i've been there, Poetry helped me, especially yours, so strong, and yes powerful. I Am Anaya March 29, 2023 at 1:22 PM Thank you for your visit Harry, you are welcome to any oldie of mine and thank you for sharing yourself. It's a diagnosis so many share, I care what happens and will make this one an on-going work in progress. Viva la poesía!

Robert Gorelick June 3, 2022 at 10:21 AM Makes for an excellent beatnik, introspective poetry. I really enjoyed this Anaya, one to be remembered. Robert I Am Anaya June 9, 2022 at 1:32 PM A Bohemian, beat, jazz rhythm... I thought so myself, I am grateful to you Robert for putting it into perspective. Thank you for your thoughts! Anaya

Lady Labyrinth January 29, 2022 at 10:43 PM This is brilliant. We're all crazy here. You are in excellent company. I Am Anaya January 30, 2022 at 12:47 PM I am so grateful to have found a place and a kindred spirit with whom to commiserate. You are too kind Lady Labyrinth. Besides "Pans Labyrinth" you are a favorite Labyrinth!