Green envious words set on fire
Ambitious absurd crazy with desire
Salty teal tears that cut like shears
Licorice fears blackened by years
Improvised strength in indigo words
Grossly exaggerated like flight of bird
How high it soars without your jealousy
Till you shoot it down committing felony
Instead of being wind of encouragement
Needing a win you embrace then lament
Gorging selfish spirit lacking red repents
The Last Train to Hell
You read my diary you stole in the dark
My private thoughts, a feast for your deceit,
Now you rewrite my sanity with lies.
You’re gaslighting me
I’m on the edge, a fracture made complete,
While you watch on with hollow, predator eyes.
Think you’re a friend? You’re a ghost, a fraud, a thief.
I’m gathering the breath to scream your crime.
Your reign is over; mine is the relief,
I imagine to do the same back
To take you down to the train station
And push you on the train down to hell
With one great push and we lock the door
In time for it to leave
The Shadow of Your Deceit
You read my diary you stole in the dark
My private thoughts, a feast for your deceit,
Now you rewrite my sanity with lies.
You’re gaslighting me
I’m on the edge, a fracture made complete,
While you watch on with hollow, predator eyes.
Think you’re a friend? You’re a ghost, a fraud, a thief.
I’m gathering the breath to scream your crime.
Your reign is over; mine is the relief,
I imagine to do the same back
To take you down to the train station
And push you on the train down to hell
With one great push and we lock the door
In time for it to leave.
Sometimes I don’t know what to think
When I hear your story, I’m almost convinced
Because I don’t have extraordinary evidence for my claims
Just a hazy memory, a gnawing feeling, and a name
When I forget and when I doubt
I close my eyes and figure it out
Chi ha colpa del vento che piega la sua vela now raggiungera mai il porto (1)
He lies about the past as it it never came,
My faults,my frailties he magnifies by sly eyes;
He calls me a drama queen,shames when I cries
I never loved him,my being here was just a game.
His friends now and his false idols parade for fame
While every scar,every pain I bear becomes a blade;
He calls my care a fake,the one so unafraid
To drown,overboard,in fire-is assigned the blame.
Now I rise,take back the dignity that'ts mine alone,
March to the river and the mountain for my soul';
Mend my spirit Jordan,bone by ageing bone.
Deny the lies that aim to tighten control.
I am human and mortal,but strong and steady I shall be,
And break these evil chains that cruelly gaslight me.
If you’re told a lie long enough
You believe it.
(9/20/25)
In a world of lies
Where all you hear is lies
That is what you’ll believe.
But the question still remains,
Why do other’s disbelieve
And seek deeper truths?
“That’s it?”, says my wife, “Tell us more.”
And coming from someone of usually few words
To one usually of more than enough
I’m left speechless.
In a world of lies
The lie lays thick like a bank of fog
Obscuring the dawn.
But all the while dear old Sun
Burns on, until once again
The view of sky is clear.
This is simply the way of the world
The challenge for us
Is to suspend judgement on the day
Until the misty fog of our delusion
Is gone.
“Thank you”, she says.
(9/19/25)
They pretend that they all follow Jesus
from their necks, hang gold crosses from chains
But their bastardized form of religion
is a poison that runs through their veins
Their own version is hateful and angry
fearing all that they don’t understand
So they seek to remain in a bubble
isolated from all that they’ve banned
Each accusal is simply a cover
for the crimes that they daily commit
Every time that they wish to blame others
it turns out it’s a true MAGA fit
All their lies are a constant diversion
from the fear that they feel deep inside
Be it gender, religion or color
they choose bigoted hate as their guide
There’s a fight that’s been brewing for decades
it’s a coup to be framed as a steal
Because MAGA are reborn Confederates
and they never will change how they feel
This is the century of the Big Lie.
Right from the beginning
With the Dot Com boom
9/11 attack and subsequent counter attack
We’ve been living
In one continuous deceptive news cycle
Of misinformation, disinformation, gaslighting
And Chicken Little fear mongering.
It’s no wonder the youth today,
Those born this century,
Are terrified of what is, and what’s to come,
Taking it out on themselves
With self destructive addictions and disorders
Taking it out on their peers and families too
Since actions have consequences
That ripple out through all time and space.
We’re all hardwired to believe
But in an era of pervasive brainwashing
In schools and media, entertainment and culture
We need to learn how to doubt
And critically think,
Trust our gut, intuition and the common sense
We’re also all born with.
We need to recognize the lie
And where it has come to dwell
In each of us.
(3/7/25)
they come with mirrors,
not to see themselves,
but to make you disappear.
you say the sky is blue,
they say it never was.
you say you're tired,
they say that you have slept.
you say they hurt you,
they say you begged for it.
they bend reality like Einstein,
grinning as you doubt your own memories,
your own breath,
your own name.
by the time you crawl away,
you aren't sure if you were ever whole,
or just another reflection
in their life of broken mirrors.
Betwixt our deceptive connection
Lies told, to always end in
I’ll never have a profound perspective
As my skepticism results in your grin
When our paths crossed
Like two sailboats in a panoramic sea
I believed you were mannerly
Though, sprouted unexpectedly was your immorality
My standpoint was already set
My conception was that you’d abet
To all the curves, bumps, and facets of me
Though you’d never devote to me
You’d only break me to debris
Every word transmitted from your “soul”
Carried no true sentimental worth
Yet I believed you, over my mind you had control
Desiring for your concealed lies to rebirth
Lies and gas-lighting were brought upon me
Despite your affectionate expressions
I thought truth be told, that I was free
But I’m now trapped under your early impressions
Doubting and doubting your false affection
Perhaps you don’t know how to express emotion?
But deep inside, I know that’s untrue
That I’m just someone to be used, at least to you
Though acceptance is quite challenging for me
I’m unsure of why I still trust you
As you treat me like nobody
Though these lies will forever pursue.
("Perception/Reality Merit Badge" #62, 2015, original oil)
Smoke and Mirrors
Amid the flux
Of shimmering sound and vision
Someone is lying
Is it your eyes
Is it your ears
Is it those pulling the levers
And splicing the tapes
Or is it all of the above?
In the end
It’s not the lying that matters
Since that’s what senses
And people do
It’s the believing
That will get you in trouble
Every time.
(8/14/24
Political Gaslighting
Miracle Man
8/5/2024
Many have earned degrees,
in Political Gaslighting.
Where there’s an effort to gain,
an advantage by backbiting.
Another then is sought out,
to place undeserved blame.
Some fail to realize,
it’s childish mind game.
The hurt is pooling in my throat
and to avert the watershed,
you build the dams I tolerate,
make my demands the stagnant moat
where if the bridge is drawn, I'll drown
So I hold on to stay afloat
Then, once I'm safely back onboard,
your gaze, a hazel gray garrote,
will take my breath away, instead
I tolerate the dams you build
for fear I'll find no other boat
("The Cave of Unknowing", 2012, original oil)
Live Free or Die
Live free or die!
Well, we’re all gonna die,
But living and dying free
Is obviously the way to go.
Freedom of speech
May be the root of all our freedoms
But it’s meaningless
If all we can do is parrot others.
Look around
The night sky is daylight bright now
From all the gaslighting we see streaming
From every pore of every mainstream media whore.
The blind are blind not from birth
But from having their heads buried in sand
For so long
They can’t tell up from down.
Nothing new under the sun
And Plato spilled the beans long ago
On the blind
In their caves of unknowing.
But the point is you have to see for yourself
To know the truth,
And as all truth knowers know,
Only the truth will set you free.
(6/26/24)
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