Best Placebo Poems
"Placebo - Part 2"
There’s little sins and HUGE SINS
Little mistakes, possibly forgiveable.
HUGE MISTAKES, HUGE SINS?
That’s a different kind of metronome
marking time over a head, while
a recidivist waits for his deal with God.
You ask those little girls and boys
who are divested of their childhood,
their pure innocence in
the most heinous ways -
if they think you deserve a deal with God,
while you look at photos of them being defiled,
or worse, you are in the filthy piece of Celluloid with them.
You ask those little girls and boys
who have been divested of their childhood,
their pure innocence in
the most heinous of ways,
who have been killed and thrown
like bags of rubbish somewhere -
if they think you deserve a deal with God.
You ask the families of all that have been
inflicted and their lives unalterably changed -
whether they think you deserve a deal with God.
They say there is no God.
Well, perhaps there isn’t.
Why would a just God let that happen?
“Suffer the little children” etc
What if God is truly “I Am”? And that
“I Am” is in you.
And the you that is lying there
concerned for your own remorse,
your own deal with God -
not the deal and mercy
a child deserves to be given by God
(even at this moment, somewhere in the world,
a child all alone crying out for…);
well, you just
turn over in the cot in your crib and cry like a baby,
thinking you are all alone.
What if God that is the "I Am"
could kick out of your body
the other lesser god, the god
that is the "I Isn’t"?
Is it possible at this point, I wonder?
I guess it depends on what stage of diarrhoea,
you’ve contracted.
Because when you get down to the
nuts and bolts of it,
this Life we have,
is all about Contracts.
The officer on duty knocks
opens your door hatch, and announces,
“You’ve got a visitor”.
You swing off the top level of the bunk
you’re dying of boredom in,
trying not to kick the other “effer” in the head
and you are let out of your crib.
You’re off to make your deal with God.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
“MOTHER, is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children” William Makepeace Thackeray
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"Placebo - Part 1"
Deals with God?
I don’t think that is possible.
Depends what cards you’re playing with
and what the trade off is
do you bluff? or
play it safe and lose all your tricks?
Let’s talk about SIN,
it sounds delicious
but once swallowed
it comes out just like everything else.
The thing with Sin is,
it’s a bit like diarrhoea,
depends what you’ve taken in
and how much has tainted you
pathologically, i.e.
Virus, Bacteria, Parasite?
A little diarrhoea, with the right prescription
easily blitzed.
If it’s totally infiltrated your bloodstream,
well, you're cactus really.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
I call that, with regards to Sin -
Divine intervention.
For a severe case as that,
you would be required to be kept out of reach
and monitored on a daily basis, away from
passing on the contagion to anyone else.
If you’re locked up in a small room
and the toilet paper rations run out -
it can get real messy.
Particularly if your room mate’s in
Prison Greens, is twice the size of you
and a Psychopath with a propensity
for knocking your head into the wall
whenever you ignore him
and while he’s at it, takes the opportunity
to rub himself up against you – he’s
marking his territory….
and well, you’re at that point where
you’re thinking,
“Do I bluff? Or play it safe and lose all my tricks?”
At that moment, it’s a safe bet
you’ve lost all your tricks.
And you’re thinking,
“This ain’t Protective Custody,
where’s God in all of this?”
(Lovejoy-Burrton/2017 Dec)
And so it came to be..
Startling realisation,
It was not as it seemed.
©.L.Kelly
Making you re-peat everything over and over again
Just a broken record
Feel like the real deal mental patient
Because you have no patcients
Do you want my autogragh?
Would others just feel intimidated
If they were to posses such power in insightful thinking?
Or would they not give two cents?
Are you just going to be living proof that were just all guine pigs?
Till the day you die
This is just all a practice test
A biomechanical experiment
Please take a complimentary mint
Just enough to distract you
So you don't ask any questions
Because there's no anwsers
Just all air
Nothing will always be something
Embedded into every cell
That have been manipulated
Get the latest vaccine
Than lets all go to McDonalds
Children are dying every day
Are they still innocent?
Or just lost souls?
Because they never learn't their lesson(s) in their last life
Just wait till the men in black kidnap you
You'll be the first human to see
what really goes on behind closed doors
Ghosts, UFO's, microchips, human experimentation, conspiracy theories, war and religion
We as humans are predestioned
Programed to complete certain tasks
To get to the level were the governments satisfied with your workings
You drive a car to work
Than go to work to pay for your car
We all recieve metal and paper
Brainwashed into thinking thats the only pro-ogrative
Moneys evil
Just causes caious
If you pocess a dollar bill and cut it in half
Its just wortheless
Than you get to a certain age
And your suppost to retire
Your expected to reases your life
To have accompliced everything on your bucket list
But in reality its all just a fat white lie
Hidden in a secret disguise
Dispicable me
Need I not say
Just learn to play the game
Hit one out of the park
Now living in the 18th century in the dark
Being forced to use your imagination again
Do you wish for quality or quanity?
Nothings cured...
It can only be managed
So you go to your legal drug dealer
Sign your name on blank paper in blood
Now call it even
All drugs legal or not are corupting your very soul
No stopping the enevitable
No dealer has safety as a main priority
Its just a frustrating vicous cycle
Oh, at least your laundries done
While coming undone
Do up the buttons
But nothing matches
You begin to lose sense of reality
Your surroundings are just a fuzzy glare
Pumped full of enough pills to knock out an elephant
Attempting to reases your enviroment
While other beings are playing toss with your brain
You can feel your brain going on short circut wires
An electrical storm is ragging in your mind
In hopes to find the ancient relm of a lost civilization
But there hidden in the many layers (of skin)
Just watch out before someone pulls the pin from this deadly granade
In hopes of winning this war
But there's no horizen
Your minds still playing tricks on you
Come purchase assurance! Salvation sold here!
Our rose-colored glasses cure doubt, pride, and fear.
Believe without question and watch your faith grow.
(The price may be truth, but it’s not like you’ll know.)
The will of God, e'er take
me to my knees,
your Spirit, so astringent
cleansing, free!
Ne'er given to imply
a church of greed
attendance, and deny
as fate takes fee!
What is the Godly why
where the decree
in Gospels wrenching cry
wanderings spree!
With Hope our mind's comply
Christ's heart receive
in apathy's restraint
placebos flee!
you bite your tongue
and hope he's wrong
you hope he's wrong
you pull your hair
in your despair
for once something is harder
than the rock that you've lived under
and your mental disorder
you and your mind in your man-made borders
he's not the cure for your sickness
just a disease disguised as bliss
there is blood in the sink
there are pills on your tongue
your window is open in hope that he'll come
you're shaking with fear
he whispers in your ear,
"kill me or you will suffer"
leave your mother
leave your father
love them dearly
kiss them sincerely
you are sick
he's not the cure for your sickness
just a disease disguised as bliss
your friends don't know you're throwing up
Unisom, will you give me some
the girl who broke her leg sits out
You think sugarcoated pill
and, nah, you can't fool me
Imagine, not that there is no
sky above us - but - travel
at the speed of conversation
you talk about walking to the shop
and - there you are.
Imagine, a second and third heaven
purer and purer as you move
through the layers
Imagine, angels, beautiful
sounds beyond comprehension
Imagine, moving
at the speed of thought
now here is a novel idea
you think mars and
you're there, not eating one
but on the planet.
Now
Whilst you were reading this
did you feel any pain?
?
Why
are
Marines
and Army
Soldiers fighting in
Afghanistan and
Iraq, against the Taliban and the Al Qaida
Against an enemy who hides in the mountains,who once ruled by intimidation
We are not winning these wars, we are merely a placebo,being injected into an infection
of radicals, when will it end
The pill of life is colored green.
If swallowed only with caffeine
it stirs strange tics that last the night.
During this time you sweat a bit
and wallow 'round a hellish pit.
So when at last from sleep you "wake"
you pray the Lord your soul to take.
The pill of life is virgin silk,
take it now with warm white milk;
after which you’ll sleep all night.
First, pray to God that He will bless
and find the silken blanket's rest.
The secret’s not within the pill
but in the prayer that seeks God’s will.
February 12, 2013
Hope is not just a tranquilizer,
It's a placebo
To keep you alive
Till the doctor comes!
Never you lose hope, never!
Hope is not just an opium,
When the chips are down,
Hope is that part of you
That keeps you alive
It keeps you looking at the brighter side!
Problems are strong, fears are stronger,
But the smallest hope, could conquer them all.
Form:
I yearn to be in your arms
To look in your eyes and see
The same feelings that I have
The same passion and intensity
Tell me your sweet lies
Let me listen and believe
Delude my heart and mind
That all your attention I receive
For a moment, be mine
Heal this void, fill this hole
Give me that, which I desire
To experience being whole
Poetry is my placebo
I get into it when I write it
in the ethereal or logical verse
and even if good vacuum is lost,
I will always write it, I am a stoic poet!
These drug's don't seem to work if anything
they just make things worse
Hopefully maybe these pill works better
than the one's you gave me before
I'll give them a try and I promise you will
be the 1st person I let know
If the voices in my head stick around or go
Otherwise I'll be right back 1st thing tomorrow
banging on your door
In another guise of myself asking for
something anything in order to please
make the voices in my head somehow stop
Because not a single thing any of the many
of them say makes any sense at all it's
predominantly 99 percent all illogical
nonsense
And if you have nothing else in your
locker I'll gladly take a placebo in it's
place
If it somehow in anyway gets me through
this here very day
And I'll worry about tomorrow when and
if those pesky old voices resonating inside
my head wake me up and with another
pounding headache as every other day
since and before