Come you zionists of israeeeeel
I can see through your mask
I can see through your lies
I can see you are committing genocide.
Come you people of earth
I want you to shout
I want us to stop the horror
I want it to be no more
Come all you human beings
I know that you know
I know that you care
I know that you are well aware
What we are seeing
Before our very eyes
Is more and more lies
To cover up a genocide.
No one knows the trap,
Cloud ignites to make you stop.
Savant soldier awake at rest,
Knot the wood to make it best.
Beliefs dilapidated the truth for lies,
Devoted followers shrank what they glorified.
Even then, you praise me to suffocate,
Not a single drop showered to show your hate.
These ten points I surely bleed,
Even a monster enters just to leave.
Till death do us part, to be received,
Only the vows I ought to keep.
Ever have a song
Stuck in your head,
Saying you have thirst
For sound koolaid?
Koolaid, you know,
The stuff that controls
The body metronome,
Whether moving the mind
Faster…or stopping it altogether.
Fans become cultists.
Do you have Bad Blood?
Are you Never Gonna
Not Dance Again?
Do you imagine tacos,
Magical tacos, falling out of the sky?
At concerts, do brain waves
Become one wave,
While the masses belt it out,
Swaying lighters to and fro,
Predicting the beat,
Or repeat
What words have caught hold
Over you
And taken the moths,
Flying out of leather folded homes en masse,
Flapping wing beat to song.
A plague is afoot and hive brain has won.
Is that dope, or dopamine,
Helping me work, work out, love life, escape life,
Or take in a better or more macabre scene.
…religion, and oh boy…
The trouble with religion, and boy do I know it, is that getting too close to the dogma is like basking in the sun. It feels good, and self righteousness is the opiate of fundamentalist cults. Round and round the merry-go-round, discussions turning into arguments that either begin or end with "God said so." “God said it, and I believe it.” Or, with cult MAGA "Trump said it, so I know I'm right.” It numbs one to reality. Rationalization may last hours, but it always ends this way.
But, like exposure to the sun, you may get cancer, the cancer of reason gone wild. No longer anchored in known facts, but on an ever expanding blockage of the truth behind the tumor of dogmatic cultism.
See, it took years to heal my mind. I felt that I was guilty somehow of leaving the herd, of even thinking that this was all a grift dressed up in Bible verses. Now, I know what I truly believe and that is that I know nothing.
(“Creation Myth Merit Badge”, 2016, original oil)
Death Cult In Our Midst
There is a death cult in our midst
Some you can tell, many you can’t
Until they open their mouths
And out comes the hate for Life
And cheering on of Death.
Everywhere you look you can see the cult
Online, on TV, in movies and games
Where death and destruction
Is glorified and normalized
And you score points and win
When you kill.
The line between fantasy and reality
Thus blurred and/or erased
Leaves US where we are today
Broken and divided
Fearful and emboldened.
What does tomorrow bring?
More death
The cult dreams, whispers, chants and sings.
More death
Until only the pure remain.
(9/15/25)
Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.
I scream for help, face to face,
Yet they cast me deeper into despair.
Tears bleed red, patience drains,
My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe.
My eyes never dry, my body weakens,
Heart torn apart, full of anguish,
Yet no one feels the depth within;
They mistrust the plea for help.
This is my story, my life—
Manipulated by whispers,
By cults hiding in plain sight.
Insecurity among them breeds cruelty.
They lurk at corners, ready to strike.
I called for help. He laughed: "You're funny."
How can real danger ever sound like a joke?
This is the world's cruel reality:
Where chasing money and shifting blame
Leave no space for help.
And still—I believe, somewhere, somehow,
kindness awaits—
like a single candle glimmering
in the heart of the void.
I made a mistake was young and stupid
I had no guidance as a young adult
Found myself pregnant thanks to Cupid
felt strangely this woman was in a cult
She invited me to bible study
When I got there I felt unsure
It was in a private home
And everyone seemed overly invested
They wanted to pray over me
They locked arms making a circle
It felt weird but I couldn’t leave
Because the lady was my ride
I was in the center of the circle
They wanted to touch my belly
My feeling was that this could be bad
I started to feel strange
My inner voice told me to go
But trapped by lack of transportation
I decided to go with the flow
Trust that God would keep me safe
When I got home I called my grandmother
Explained the prayer circle and feeling trapped
She said that it sounded like a cult
Urged me to never go back
My inner voice told me
Something was wrong
But I just couldn’t leave
But God kept me all along
For the sake of my baby
They, the idols who have the right given by you to dispose of your own soul, offer to admire their wise reflections, but do not offer to share their wisdom with them. They don't want you to be on the same level of insight. This is the real culture, derived from the word "cult" - you are allowed to admire, but you cannot touch it, or even come too close. It's a temple value, and it's not for everyone. Only for initiates who know the unwritten rules and rituals. Protected by the state, this plug is invisibly nailed to every object of worship, be it music or painting. But the state is not the best custodian, so only the maniac collectors can provide genuine guarantees of safety that last as long as they are alive. When there are no passionate lovers, both passion and its once adored objects disappear.
The Wisdom of the Cult of the Ab-Ab-Normal
Compliments are Insults.
Pride is Relative:
[And UNFORGIVING!]
Conformity is Deception.
Truth Is Absolute:
[And UNRESTRICTED!]
Familiarity is Deception.
-Gray Squirrel
02-25-2025
I had heard about the new cult in town, the gray rabbit express
It was stated that the followers did not show much happiness
They dressed in gray outfits, dresses usually, and rabbit ears
What is your main concern? I asked the sheriff. What are your fears?
I wonder if these girls were abducted, you need to interview them.
at the gate I was turned around by guard dog named Flem.
knew what his name was because he had a sign on his collar, in blue.
I ran from this compound, feeling threatened, ‘tis true.
The girls did not attend public school, but they sometimes came to town.
never alone; their chaperone was close and always gave a frown.
I tried to speak to them a few times, but they ignored me and my voice.
I gave up finally, said the most aggressive interviewer in town, Mrs. Joyce.
I saw four of them on the street one day, walking in a solemn line.
I said good day and asked how they were, none of them said “fine”.
They ignored me as if I had not spoken at all, brainwashed maybe.
Soon joined by another cult chaperone, her lapel said McGee.
Religious right-wing revivial
Sustains Supremo’s survival
With maga culture
Chirps convict’s vulture
Our god’s not dead on arrival
He led them, and they followed
It was easy, lightly stepped
Not yet hollow, full of depth
A prophet with a promise not yet met
Of eternity, of love and affection
Yet something lies in his inflection
He speaks of grandure for the chosen
He surrounds them with like minds
Once immersed, a kind of frozen
Too far down to know you're fooled
Rabbit holes are full of pride
When you've let go of all you knew
Let go of all who knew you too
What else is left to follow
All the scarred way through
Shame is for the living
But regret is for the damned
He led them and they followed
It wasn't easy. Heavy stepped.
All a rush with calm,
come join a Summertime cult;
Turquoise chair poolside.
Cult movie dear friend
equally as to our lives
never ends at the finale
life is an endless story...
After the fire,
smoke...
Ashes...
Cult !
only when we leave
is when we will be
what we've always been,
..spirits!
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