Monsters In My Head
"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)
"God's Machete"/Dope Lemon
https://youtu.be/ub09m4d1p-w
U.S. / Birth Certificates
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/birth-certificates-federal-bank-notes-dr-paul-pharms-phd
John 1:1 (NIV)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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