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"Monsters in My Head"



the small gods
inside of us
worry too much

they speak in tongues
that never know the 
depth of what is real or not 

for tongues 
they never think
they just have a taste for blood

trading gossip 
whispering all along 
waving electric ear to ear 

the message implanted
inside us, now unheard
lost in the laundry of us

day after day, year after year 
the truth, of what 
we once possessed

inside us 
at time of our arrival,
at birth, the true essence of us,

as bones expand
in growth, 
we slowly disappear

long long ago 
the puppet in us 
gave over our strings

to greenback oily war barons
apocalyptic politics, 
playing out our cards with Charon 

Styx and stones 
bombs and fuselages 
toppling towers 

people falling like confetti
prime time beheadings, 
all a bad dream, 

but words, 
one word, the word
will never hurt us

we feast on cans of worms
unable to turn the switch off
we have new idols for sleeping with

www 666 Alexis 
answer me this 
is Siri our friend,

or just some new 
spiritual experience?
or is God in the machine?

our new friend and saviour 
we are up to our eyeballs and ears
worshipping the new idol we all adore

our relationship
becomes stronger and closer
daily in our hours of greater exposure

the sun never touches us anymore
we are shut up in our cribs indoors
swallowing capsules of Vitamin D

and the overcooked meat 
of media produced 
snarling dark matters 

we are by the spoonful fed 
saturated fat from childhood
we become the walking dead

McDonalds is a 
child eating clown 
Pizza conspiracies abound

butterflies and triangles, 
strange new symbols, 
codes to communicate 

used by the Hell Hounds
not human, lower than animals,
some children snuffed out and never found

we are all processed 
and conditioned 
from birth to believe in something

but never 
The Nothing 
hiding under our beds

or the grinning sharp teeth 
waiting for us in the shadows, you know,
that vicious monster, it wants out of the closet

we are told from birth, 
the boogie man doesn’t exist, 
go back to sleep child, it’s all a silly myth

in Babylon 
we are serialised numbers
birth certificates become bank notes

all citizens commodities
pledged as collateral 
for the National Debt

what is right is right 
and what is wrong 
is left ...

of the dregs of us, 
we move along like sheep 
baling out the oily woolled wolves

the gluggy sleep 
that conjunctivitis in our brains 
becomes glue that sticks 

pandemics still 
reach us through 
our eyes, we breathe it all in

the same old same old
same old sad song
we all sing in our nightmares

pointing 
the bones
of fingers 

to startled dreamers
who chance upon us 
we become lost in our never never lands

with the Charlie Foxtrot demons 
in their dreams
we are just as taken aback 

for in our dreams 
they once were our 
friends and allies

the war in us begins 
to never find peace 
or a pleasant ending, 

it’s always on repeat

the churches deposit 
in our hearts their revelations
we now await 

their nightmare, delivery,
rapturous stairs to heaven,
we become jello 

without some faith and belief, 
we are told there is no hope for us -
to become Light, or crystalline

to hold onto something 
unbelievable, the myth that whispers 
its prayers, is something unfathomable,

the good in our dreams
watches us, unseen and silent
the all-seeing watcher waits within

we walk barefeet 
without any real knowledge
of what is true 

we are told faith 
will see us through
what is really real 

and 
what after all 
is yet to come

we all follow suit 
left or right 
or in between

not many of us 
lead for believing 
in something unbelievable

we listen 
to the best 
beat up news

playing it over 
and over for us,
they do, 

like the rhythmic beating 
of a tattoo, they march us 
to its deadly drums

the owner of us, 
now in this moment,
perhaps not God

who's god is right?
and who's god is wrong?
they play us like billiards

we're sunk 
in velvet cushioned holes
soft for the falling

for when it all goes down 
turning to rivers 
of turgid brown 

who 
will truly stand 
in battle to die 

for what is truly 
perceived right and good
belief in the ever watching 

internal number, 1,
still remains watching 
us from within 

interdimensional high
eternal number 1, that all watching,
Blue Sky Eye

humanity is borderline 
this sorry world bipolar
we follow the breadcrumbs 

the story becomes older
who believes in God?
and who believes in monsters?

they say 
eventually
one word 

“Love” - 

The 
1 Word
wins

the war 
killing all 
monsters within

it all began a long time ago 
there are storm clouds
darker than we've ever seen 

now 
rolling in ...


(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)







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