("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustic photo collage)
The Programmed Mind
Riding our brain waves
What we do and say and think
Finds a lasting home
At whatever level
Those vibrations take us.
Do we remember our dreams
What we did, said and thought
As the relaxed state of REM sleep
Molds us, solidifying or disrupting,
Our daytime persona?
Do we consciously seek out
Our own reprogramming
In deep prayer and meditation
Establishing familiarity
With primordial zero-point awareness?
Or do we simply
Follow our impulses like a dog
Basking in the pleasure
Of comfortable routine
And operant conditioning?
It is our mind after all
To have and to hold
Or rather as the case may be,
To reclaim and rewire,
Program and heal for ourselves.
(4/16/25)
The world is becoming complex
Entirely different from the last century one
Racism, hegemony, corruption, brainwashing and vandalism
Become common
Nothing can be done to wipe them out
Maybe tolerance is the only key
To survive in a lost world
Created by the devil in the heart
Which has produced three poisons
Greed, hatred and infatuation
The source of all passions and delusions
In a lost world of today and tomorrow
I don’t understand how you can put them down
You have never met them, the new people in town
Old hag said, “I do not have to explain any justification…
for my obviously brilliant floccinaucinihilipilification.”
I rolled my eyes which traveled to FAUX NEWS on the wall.
They were steamrolling libbuckers, showing how they all fall.
So this is what she watches, this channel for the brainless.
I am getting the picture now, and it is kind of painless.
TV is now generalizing Dezicroms, making fun of each and all.
She can easily generalize every group taking her lead from TV on her wall.
I saw an escape hatch, so I pulled it and ran out of the mall.
Where the poor would wear black faces
they'd already be rich.
Where the sick would die for News Crews
we'd all become their pitch.
That a crew could be as News Crew
for shaming people's faces.
When they only make them more views
for blaten ignorant chases.
And a man becomes his own News
for sharing ignorant faces.
And neglecting what's the next clue
of questioning people's places.
When a man will have his own skin
defining where he's from.
And a News can then constrain him
to a place where he should come.
Like the Natzi's from our bad past-
where the News Crews now exhists
With the victims of their own path
as their consequence persists.
That the day will come for all men
when our faith will look away.
When the lord will come to ask man
"Has your face got more to say".
And the lines of all our life lines
are examined for their wealth.
When the lord will finaly ask us
"Have you tended to their health".
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.”
I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him at high celerity on a binge
Initiating him into traditional beer
In a nearby shanty compound
Where I got his head into God’s fear
Whereby upon returning the greenhorn couldn’t push anyone around
The special welcome made him the follower
I desired
Having diminished his self-concept and self-esteem lower
Than he aspired but higher than he perspired
I proceeded to indoctrinate him into elocution parlance
As best as I could
Ensuring he possessed a college etiquette lance
That would
Not upstage Special
Whom he soon began to emulate
With artificial
Manners to dissimulate
The nascent confidence he feared might offend me
If he grew overconfident
More than I could agree
If he became less diffident
But he played the good boy
Obedient like a lapdog
Happy to enjoy a bone for a new toy
Like a contented warthog
When my training petered out
Satisfaction smiled
In my bosom without any shadow of doubt that my clout
Tamed the greenhorn who wouldn’t succeed in getting me riled.
Brainwashing alters the choice of thought,
the best lie outcome is not yet bought,
new outcomes realizing,
the truth is oft despising,
for truth and justice, ought. Don.
Brainwashing
Brainwashing is a flowing,
right there on your TV,
Oh they sell life insurance to 20 year old’s,
or guys like you an me,
Brainwashing sure is flowing,
and the lies won’t let you be,
And they call it advertising.,
money flows, so merrily..
Yes the old time Liberals,
Used scare tactics well,
Commies under the bed ,
Would get you, they would tell,
Voters were frightened with the lie,
So they voted for the master,
Wages dropping bye n by,
Cheap labor they are after.
don’t kid yourself, that it isn’t so,
last federal Liberal government,
forced down the wages - workers know,
overseas workers is the lever-meant,
the super-rich employ,
morality in the dunny,
and fatso jumps 4 joy.,
ho-hum
dum-dum
Leroy
Don Johnson
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