Gaslight Poems

Gaslight Me

Gaslight,
Burn open the scouring flame,
Watch it whisper and call my name,
The flame burning bright,
Tremble in the night,
Burn the place where we once used to be,
For only we can ever see,
The fire of dawn,
Seeks a familiar call,
Singing a yet so far song,
To gag the man,
And keep his tongue tied,
To feel the burn,
On the woman's thigh,
To become

Full of Beans

What happens when the only light you see
Is the mainstream media’s gaslight?
It’s Plato’s Cave all over again
Except the fire throwing shadows now
Is an official gaslight torch.
Ironic tho’ given the current gaslighter’s revulsion
Of all things fossil fuel.
But gaslight it is.
Although the source of the actual gas
Is still under investigation.
My hunch, my bet, my two cents
Is that

gaslight me the movie

gaslight me the movie
of my underdeveloped consciousness 
give me a hand 
take thine arm
without the silent treatment 
and a thank you 
for the mind fook
hoovering is not allowed  

this is not magic but it is
never seen a fly so brave
the invitation is in the mail
RSVP the art intelligentsia 
or Milly`la`Foret's lost inheritance 
embodyed in

Unbalanced

We play and then fight
I'm wrong and you're right
You're happy I'm sad
I'm content and you're mad
 You're hot and I'm cold
I'm yes and you're no
We go up and then down
  You swim while I drown
I'm short and you're tall
You stand as I fall
  I'm young and you're old
You're fast and I'm slow
I'm weak

Dysfunctional

Loving and fighting
Accusing, denying
I can't imagine 
A world with you gone
    
    The joy and the chaos
The demons we're made of
I'd be so lost
If you left me alone

      Laughing and crying
Emotions are dying
I can't pinpoint
Just where we went wrong

    The moodswings

Gaslight Me

Gaslight me, baby.

I don't want to hear the truth. Tell me you love me. Say you need me. Promise you'll never leave me. Convince me you think I hung, not just the moon, but the sun and stars as well. Delude me into believing that for you the sex was mind-blowing, that I was enough.

A Special Recommendation

I completely trust Bob
On every tricky job,
For all that he knows,
The way his thought flows;
For his wisdom that grows.

Up Bob’s idea would bob,
From cynics snatching the power to rob…

Bob never was all his life, a half wit,
Even, The Best of The Really Fit,
Who could like a gas light
Keep a firm firmly bright
To all its corner

Gaslight Me

Giving me subtle clues they don't care
Asking me to work 9 hour shifts without a lunch break
Staying late and arriving early every shift
Lying to myself about the sciatica shooting down my leg
Intrinsically frustrated with my life
Giving it all despite the inevitable fall
Highlighting the fool in my heart
Too much of a team player to give up

Makes

Personality Disorder

They portray classic detachment,
impaired empathy
I ask God about this question,
“Why took … so long to see?”

To see what was so obvious
to God, but not to me
Because saw, what wanted to see,
not true … reality

Charming and Charismatic,
great in jobs that they do
But behind closed doors, out of sight,
ungodly way … treat you

Their condescending bullies, yet,
quite generous

The Gaslighter

Contempt carves her soul
He wants her pain to sustain
His pleasure is cruel

Gaslight Square

In another narcoleptic nightmare,
along crepuscular curbs
I am endlessly stalked by the depraved. 
Their railing against conspiring contrivances.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.

On every corner a barking Icke or Alex Jones,
On every path a fear-mongering Judy Mikovits.
Get hip to all the globalist conspiracies, 
Look smart, as all the word-crafters think for you!
Submit, as all the witchcrafters take

Gaslit Nightmare

Willingly, I ran
That was the first sign my life was falling apart
Strange bike that brought me back in one piece, damn you
That hope of abduction never came to fruition 
I am complacent in the wake of my life’s finale

Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
Too choked to speak 
Life has always been

Gaslight

My tongue became an ashtray for your venom.

Gaslight

Gaslight
      
Back in the 19th century, the darkness was brought to life
by  the gaslight, these lights were a softer option to the 
brightly lit arc lamps which made the streets look like 
daylight, if you looked at them too long it could make you
blind because of it's extreme brightness,

Gaslight

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twigs of winding stairs
   climb glassy mirror of time```
   old memories wiped

saintly gaslight tails
    fill lungs with pure crystal breaths ```
    new beginnings sprout




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