Trapped inside
his mirror
Prevarication
flows
A narcissist
parading
The emperors
— new clothes
(Flexing In Brazil: November, 2025)
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 a man,
Once so violent and true,
To burn the enby,
For not conspiring to you,
To bring the candle up and near,
To burn the lobe of ones dear ear,
Bring the flame,
For the fire streams bland,
Show the dame’s helping hand,
Sow the seed on fertile land,
And burn the ground for where I stand,
Come and follow my forgiving heart,
Stomp it to the ground while we burn apart,
Gaslight me and it's fair game,
Gaslight you and they’ll fear thy name.
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 the gas in question
Is their own
Since they are all,
To put it nicely,
Full of beans.
(8/3/24)
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 and you're strong
I'm short and you're long
I'm in and you're out
You're quiet and I'm loud
I speak through your silence
I choose love while you choose violence
I'm deep but you're shallow
One is empty and the other is hollow
You question and accuse
I justify and excuse
You dispute and attack
I leave then come right back
Someone is broken
The other is amused
You continue to win
I will continue to lose
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 and screaming
Cycles repeating
Maybe together
Ain't where we belong
Manipulation and hatred
Depressed and frustrated
I refuse to continue
To be mocked and degraded
Solace and peace
Just needing to breathe
You hope that I'll stay
I know I must leave
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 lending a white!
So, please, do not him,
As advised by Lord Kim,
Cast into a Joseph’s pit;
Or our gains are already split!
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 me wish I didn't care
Even though I enable my self-destruction
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 when they give
Keep a tally, and bring it up
every day … that you live
They think they hear what you're thinking
tell you, you’re always wrong
That you're nothing, have no value,
think their right … all day long
They demean you and your best friends
consider them all jerks
Your interest and purpose in life,
criticize … with a smirk
New vocabulary Doc’s teach,
“Flying Monkeys”,” Gaslight”,
“Gray- Rock”, terms used when to
“Narcissistic” conduct … cite
Contempt carves her soul
He wants her pain to sustain
His pleasure is cruel
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 from you!
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
Everywhere the nebulous deep state threat!
Don’t you know?
OAN told me so,
and Fox News provided the echo.
Co-conspirators of conspiracy conspiring,
Their shrieking against baleful bogeys,
Their immolation of fading truths.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.
Warlord POTUS, a Stalin, and Hitler disciple.
“Truth isn’t truth,” Rudy told us, after all.
The best control of the masses:
choke all channels
with conspiring conspiracy cocktails,
these gaslighting doctors of spin.
My tongue became an ashtray for your venom.
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, they were later
removed in favour of the gaslight which became a romantic
light for lovers who would often meet at night under these
lights, they also looked spooky in the foggy streets of
London, were in the night, crimes were committed by the
likes of Jack the Ripper, and other criminals , and you
could hear the police whistle being blown while chasing
a criminal, in the distance you could hear the musical sound
of the barrel organ at a nearby pub. The gaslight was a part
of London's night life and a big part of British history. Once
the electric light was discovered the gaslight vanished forever.
Written 20th July 2013
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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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