𝗧𝗨𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗘: 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟’ 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤

Piece 1: Talkin’ to Ghosts (Main Story)

If you’ve read about the author, you’ll know he spent 10 years in behavioral health, working in a residential program that supported patients referred by doctors from major hospitals.

Oftentimes, patients would say things like, “I see dead people,” or “I hear voices telling me to jump off the deck.” Sometimes they’d say, “I’m hearing voices telling me to kill myself.” In those moments, we asked specific questions to gauge their frame of mind and intent. Clinically, it was called assessing for a plan—a forethought plan. And if they had one, that was a clear red flag that immediate, additional support was needed.

One time, a young Korean woman came through the program. She was attractive, yes, but clearly struggling. She told me she saw skulls—many of them—everywhere she looked. I was taken aback, but I listened, nodded, and did what I could to comfort her.

I’d like to say she was “hot to trot,” but honestly, I couldn’t even think of her that way. She was struggling too deeply for that kind of description to be fair. Still, there was a certain vulnerability about her—a sense that she wouldn’t have resisted if someone tried to take advantage of her. And that in itself felt unsettling. I suppose all of it—the vulnerability, the strange openness—was part of her mental health issues.

The following day, when I returned to work, I was told she had been taken to the hospital.

At the time, I thought that if someone said they were speaking to dead people, it had to mean they were talking to a ghost—what else could it mean? I never believed in that kind of thing, and I’m not saying I hear voices. If something odd crosses my mind, I chalk it up to imagination—or, in the past, maybe spiritual warfare. But even that has mostly faded.

I go to church. I know a few things about God and His power—the light He carries, and the light He’s placed in me. Because of that, I have nothing to fear. And that’s a major change from who I was even a month or two ago. Praise the Lord.

But it wasn’t until much later—about a year or two after my beloved dog passed—that something unexpected happened. Buddy lived to be nearly 18 years old, and I miss him terribly. Even now, I sometimes burst into tears thinking about him.

Then I got my third dog, a little chihuahua we called Little Bear Dog, J.J. She looks just like a tiny teddy bear. And one day, it occurred to me that she was… talking to Buddy. Buddy? I’m pretty sure I even wrote a piece about it—something like, “Oh my gosh, my Little Bear Dog Chihuahua sees Buddy.”

Then the years went by, and somewhere along the way the author built his own website—completely self-taught, designed in about a week. And before long, hundreds of viewers were reading his work. Not just in the USA, but internationally—France, Brazil, Vietnam. It left the author genuinely thrilled.

Today he felt like he’d run out of creativity—at least that’s what he thought. Writing three or four stories and poems a day had drained the well.

But lo—here comes Romeo from the Westside, sending me a link to something he produced on November 1st, 2025. And today, November 13th, 2025, what he created was absolutely fantastic. Right on time.

The piece wasn’t exactly a music video, but it had a full cover design—sharp, modern, contemporary. And then he jumped into the content itself, rapping over it, which was super cool as well. The cover had an amazing design—a spooky little ghost barely noticeable in the background, a watermark face of someone screaming, and the two figures who are the rappers.

And the title was amazing. It said, Talkin’ To Ghosts.

Exactly—the design was fresh, man. Clean and elite. A funky layout that hit me in the chest like a Cool Crush beat.

—End of Main Story

Piece 2: Rock This Land (Companion Bars)

The lyrical companion to the story — hip-hop, graffiti, raw energy.

I’m gonna rock this land,

I’m gonna knock you out,

Sharpshooter from the West,

better watch your mouth.

When the beat comes in,

I bring the Holy route—

No fear in my step,

that’s what God’s about.

I’m the calm in the storm,

I’m the voice through the doubt,

When the ghosts start talkin’

I just air ’em out.

Creativity dipped?

Man, I flipped that drought—

Then Romeo hit the link,

and the fire broke out.

Yeah—

I’m gonna rock this land,

I’m gonna knock you out.

Masterclass Worldwide 🌐

www.eastwindpoems.site