Best Mind Control Poems
Everyone says the government will be the first to develop mind control, (or that they already have) but it seems as if a species of fire ant (Solenopsis geminate) has beaten them to it. Entomologist Anastasia McKay noticed that animals tended to avoid Solenopsis geminate nests; this made her wonder, what causes the animals to stay away? After studying the chemical releases of the ants she found that they continuously release small amounts of epinephrine and norepinephrine; the chemicals that create a fight or flight response often known as fear in most animals’ brains, including ours. When the animal’s brain registers the chemicals they will veer away from their path, causing them to completely avoid the fire ants’ nest. “This form of natural protection is ingenious and unheard of.” McKay says. So, the next time you feel an unnatural fear you know that either the government has finally developed mind control, or you have come across a Solenopsis geminate nest.
7/7/13
She was a chill drink of water,
found him sublimely toxic
went down smooth and easy, a
bad boy finessing timely advances,
yet, her mama learned her good
about those types and sugar,
turned the tables on him
added brine to his own elixir
so the poison was sure to burn
Toxic State Contest - FJ Thomas
I can't help but wonder, what am I supposed to wonder about?
Society has put certain rules into play, that I can seem to wrap my mind around.
To think a certain way, to speak a certain way.
And to do this with no question about why we are being controlled every single day.
So, what does the world want me to do now?
How am I supposed to wonder, if I don't know how?
When does the mind control end?
When will the people of this world get too unhinged?
Everyone needs help, but they are unaware that their thoughts are not individual.
Because society makes the mind control seem normal.
All people think the same. Fighting back is useless.
For how are we supposed to fight back if we are clueless?
Thus, the people need to know,
To beat evil, we need to grow.
Unite our minds, together we flourish.
To take down our commanders, means our minds will perish.
This is why the world has to resort to violence...
To bring our minds back to silence.
abstract endings pacified
pedestrian beginnings,
save yourself before
you're slap-happy,
choking on interloping bourgeois
mind-control subterfuge
under a darkly cast spell of
plebeian sugarcoated reality,
waxing tween whitewashed rainbow
hues and unicorn attitudes,
beyond uncompromising comeuppances
from behind unglued glossed over walls'
congealed mid exoneration's excuses
Mind Control Fun
Games like TV shows
truth or dare jeopardy call
spin the bottle night
6/19/2011
I had a mind
She had no soul
If I don't mind
She'll take control
Hello, Skeptical Mind Controlled
I dance in the pale moon light
under the devils nine delights
he watch's me play without a care
under the technical deceit of mind bending needled wear
You many be a skeptic
so the devil laughs
but he will put your blind at easy
no need, to pay (PRAY) to God
you have already prayed (PAYED) to me
without your consent
i have place a many of agents
to pump your den with many unscented things
called incapacitating agents
OH! do not think i do this just for fun
this physiological warfare
is a means, to a money making end
to which your hole (WHOLE) family
can join the hell on in
you look so at peace when, your at sleep
and my minions sing chloroformed lyrics to your many of dreams
then your heart is mind (MINE) and i control you
so what the first thing i will make you do!
I've often heard it said
That people can control your mind
A gift that's extremely rare
And almost impossible to find
All they do is just speak a word
And your mind's no longer your own
You do whatever they tell you to
Even things you don't condone
"Bark like a dog", they might say
And before long you're saying, "Ruff"
You're not in control, and you don't know
When to say you've had enough
They can make you do most anything
And you'll be none the wiser
They might tell you to eat that worm
And call it an appetizer
Even the written word is all it takes
To put you under their spell
They can make you act like an Idiot
And look like one as well
So beware of all those hypnotizing words
Especially the ones that you see
It's too late, I'm one of those people
And your minds belong to me
we sing and dance and write
cornered this way
mercy of lies
mercy for the liars
believe me when i say it
i sing and dance to break a leg
break my own ankle on center stage to take this away
an age old cliche
corner your mind
to corner mind
together we say the same thing
whats in a name?
the wars we fight over everything
one thing we all had to say
the voice of controversy
the target audience of one
what did he do
under the umbrella
got a box to follow
\corner your mind too
sing and dance
dance and write
the art we create of a color scheme you must be trained to see
the psychology of finger paints
and why red to green doesnt mean anything to the fashionably obique
do the math
lick it stick it
and sickened
never get it but gifted
you couldnt say this but cornered me through your movie magic
break a leg out there
here in my corner trying to pull off a tough combo
a great fall
a broken ankle
stumbling away
following pandoras box to wonder the story of who has the guts to steal on least game
where would i run away from
if i was to play house
how would i figure out how to sabatoge the best thing you could have
and take it home for myself
race around the world
because this manmade miracle pays for itself
never knew anything
a wall of fire
innocents and sheep
wolves clothing
headless blunders
the sense making masks mistakenly sidesteps
and looking backwards at yourself
together we say
i cant believe we did that
but the illlusion this time
is the oppurtunity is a window
shattering the open
The “Black Sorcerer,”
The “Dirty Trickster”
A man untouchable.
Doing everything regrettable.
Lacking the fundamental fear
Of every human being
Why are you here?
What is it, do you think you’re doing?
Sidney Gottlieb.
Poison expert
Drug lord
Who will you hurt?
On your never-ending chessboard.
LSD,
Ecstasy,
Psychology,
Scopolamine,
Morphine,
Brainwashing.
“What better weapon than the human brain?”
You’ll do it again, and again
“He will do our bidding against his will.”
All with a simple pill
Or maybe a needle
He’ll be our precious weasel
Mysterious deaths,
Assassination
Cover-ups.
“Where else could a red-blooded American boy
Lie
Kill
Cheat
Steal
Rape
And pillage
With the sanction
And blessing of the All-Highest.”
THEY CONTROL WHAT YOU HEAR.
THEY CONTROL WHAT YOU SEE.
THEIR CONTROL OVER YOU.
MEANS YOU'RE NOT REALLY FREE.
THEY CONTROL YOUR THOUGHTS
THEY CONTROL WHAT YOU SAY.
THEY HAVE CONTROL OVER YOU
THROUGH OUT YOUR WHOLE DAY.
THEY FORM YOUR OPINION
WITH THEIR POINT OF VIEW.
ALTERED AND DOCTORED
AND TELL YOU IT'S TRUE.
THEY KNOW YOUR WORKING
NO TIME TO DIG IN.
THIS IS HOW
THE MINIPULATORS BEGIN.
EXSPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU EXSPOSE THE LIES
YOU MAY NOT BELIEVE
WITH YOUR OWN EYES.
AROUND THE WORLD
THERE ARE PLENTY OF CLUES.
OF WHAT THE MEDIA
WANT TO DO UNTO YOU.
CONTROL OVER OTHERS
MAKES THE OTHERS A SLAVE.
DESTROYING HUMANITY
WITH WAVE AFTER WAVE.
THE OTHERS ARE FOOLS
WITH THEIR HANDS OUT.
NOTHING IS FREE.
YET THE OTHERS HAVE DOUBTS.
HOW TRUE HOW SAD
POPULATION CONTROL.
THERE'S A WAR GOING ON
AND THE FOOLISH DON'T KNOW.
I'LL EXSPOSE THE QUESTION.
WHAT IS ELITIST CONTROL?
CONSUMPTION OF MAN
INCLUDING THEIR SOUL?
IT'S REALLY QUITE HELLISH
YET THE FOOLS HAVE NO EYES.
CAN'T THINK FOR THEMSELVES
WITH A HEAD FULL OF LIES.
HELL ON EARTH OR
LIFE IN HELL.
WHATS GOING DOWN
DOES NOT BODE WELL.
12032020
My mind my soul
Wants to lose control
But I can't let go...
The need to keep control...
thoughts and energy
the only thing that tries to hinder me
Blessing me at the same time...
With thing's only I can see
Things that I envision for me
I ground, to be
The All, that I know I can be through
The All which is in everything
Including me
Control your mind
Choose to have power within
Respect your own kind.
What if our whole world was scripted?
What if our captivity was disguised as freedom?
What if what we were taught
was taught to us for a reason?
But not the reason we thought?
Not at all what we had in mind
What if the reason was
To imprison our outlook and our sight?
What if the reason was
To imprison our minds?
What if the life we live was not meant to be?
What if the reason was to hold us captive?
Like a powerful beast tethered to a tree?
Like a mime in a box that we can’t see?
Who holds the knife?
Who holds our key?
To freedom and a happy prosperous life?
Is it us?
Or is it the flow of society?
5/1/2018
Kale Brereton
you will do what you are told until the very rights to you are sold
Satan has a grip hold on your thoughts
yet we have come to far not to turn back now
why look behind when your hand's on the plow
the system is rigged and your in on it
some times I feel like I'm a piece of ****
you were born in the gutter & your mother was a whore
we need to put God's armor on that will settle the situation
instead we like to vegetate on a long awaited vacation
Big Brother maybe watching but I'm still not buying
got food to eat like fish for frying
why should I dismiss this earthly bliss
with a time well spent in thought
once this life is over your soul can't ever be bought
have you forgot homeboy does thin a lot
many win the Academy Award but they don't deserve it
the lover in life is not the sinner the less that you give your a taker
there's a dozen of pots in my sink give me time to think
time to soar to reach heaven's door
soar to parts unknown or else you will be stuck at home all alone
many are addicted to vice in *********** but that never stopped me
for pursuing excellence with all of my might so out of sight
got people out in the street with viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side
they always try to run away & hide from inside
there's the voices inside my head a face filled with lead
the angelic conclaves of blood soaked creatures with hideous features
take a good look inside we have nothing to hide
stand your ground from Satan's call the know it all
someday you will find his people in a ditch with feverish pitch
darkened eyes with tombstones in their brains
zombie creatures from Hell below with tempers of fire
blown in its fullest desire you evoke fear as your leader
we need to start to take are thoughts captive & dismiss what is evil
some are being caught in the middle like a basketbal dribble
no this is real life son many moments may not turn out to be fun
still you play the one last string that you have been dealt
put that other book on high right back on the shelf
he comes to kill, steal & destroy what's my one last chief aim & ploy
keep your head in the sky and never fall prey to ever believe the lie