Psychic Poems

What's in a Star Sign

I'm often asked what sign I am
Leading me to answer best I can
That while I know that signs exist
I try my best to cheerfully desist.

But there again if truth be told
My interest piqued this subject old,
So with new fervor I travailed
The results of which I here detailed.

My secret was I did ensnare
Those I knew well

ghosts linger : footle

        fallen lash

                           
                  

Psychic Void

I'm between the devil and the deep sea.
From the grabs of stress, I wish to be free.
Flaws, like storms, uproot me from existence.
Moments move like streams with no resistance.

With sloth and pride, my specks of soul are foiled.
I wash my linens. They seem to get soiled.
I thirst for care, concern, and compassion.
Why do jars of

Psychic Lattice

marooned mind 
my capricious creation 
designs psychic lattice
morphs into innate Narcissus
nestled in introvert isolation 
where I am me, aberrant recluse 

He Thought He Was A Psychic Squirrel

You Know...

AUTHENTICITY
 Is Key When:
 Performing or
  Observing or
   Relating or
          ...
        ANY
   GENUINE
Love & Re-Spect.

I Wish People
Would
Say Just A
Little More
Sometimes...
To Confirm.

Like I Would
Need That
Excuse
To
KNOW.

-Gray Squirrel

07-01-2025

Psychic Storm

Psychic storm ruins sanguine soul. 
In the ravaged vale flows 
the stream of sorrow. 
Memory flakes flush 
dregs of dream on dry tear trail, 
etched on closed eyes, encasing hope.

The Ravishing Grimness

Veil of midnight, shroud of ache,  
A hollow heart begins to wake,  
Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled,  
Craving life within this world.  

A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst,  
The agony—a wicked curse,  
Flesh untouched but essence bled,  
Hungering for what is shed.  

Through trembling dark and

Psychic Connection

Across space and time
All I can feel is your touch
Psychic connection we have
Never known your love
The memories ease the pain
Blue is my mood, think of you

War Within A Psychic Mind

The voice to skull, a ceaseless chant/
Echoes rise, but I shan't recant/
Technology presses, it tries to control/
Yet my psychic mind remains whole/
They yield body possession, twisting form/
Emotion manipulation, their raging storm/
But through astral wars, where shadows creep/
Unyielding, undefeated, my soul does leap/
Assassins strike, yet I defy/
Surviving wounds beneath the sky/
They call me the Antichrist/
A beast

the Amazing Mort

We had a prophet in our trailer court
His sign said “the Amazing, Seer, Mort”
He told fortunes all day long
Some predictions were decidedly strong

A few naysayers tried to chase him away
But the rest of us mobbed up and insisted he stay
I will be a queen in my next reincarnated life
The woebegone neighbor will soon be rid

The Psychic Vampire

With eyes that pierce the darkest night/
He weilds the most powerful psychic mind/
A black hole inside his chest/
Devouring any and all energy/
Every past life, a memory combined/
In a single soul, entwined, refined/
The King of Kings, feared by the Devil's lair/
A crown of crowns, in shadows rare/
Most beautiful, yet terrifying to behold/
A tale of power, dark

Major Ouch

I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and

Psychic spooks the Bartender

The psychic walked into a bar
She said “I don’t like this!”
A superstitious bartender screamed and ran off.
He left his wallet.

“You don’t like what?” her camera man asked.
The TV audience was wondering too.
I was holding my breath, awaiting her answer.

“I don’t like that mirror behind the bar,” she told him.
“It makes me look fat.”

Telepathic With Pitbulls

Telepathic With Pitbulls, they're telling me they're tired/
Of all the trash metal, they wanna be inspired/
So go and retire while you have a chance/
Your career might be alright if you freelance/
Telepathic, I can hear you and I'm feeling the same/
I am disappointed, in what they have become/
My verses are warming, like a moth to flame/
If

I Understand

Looking around with my mind/
With remote viewing/
I see a lady/
She turn on/
Her computer screen/
She beams and smiles/
At the red barn/
On her computer screen/
I smile with her/
Because, I understand life/

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