I want this message from the past
When things like you're hearing now are illegal
When it's totally clear what you face
I want you to know if you don't resist
It will get worse
It's not going to get better
You will realize that you're the leaders
You will realize that it's up to you to act
This is my message to the future.
You don't have a choice
The attacks they launched against you
Herding you into the cities
Every few years a more horrific event
You have got to spread the word
Everyone will see the truth
You're in lock down prison cities
I'm speaking to the secret police of the future
Your families are dying from the bio weapons
You're dying from the engineered cancers
That information is restricted to you now
In our time we were able to access that information
Before it had been erased
"I know many of you in the future will be emotionless
Because of the vaccines
They attacked the areas of your brain
Associated with endorphin absorption"
Many of you have been lobotomized
I'm sorry that we didn't fight hard enough
I'm sorry that we didn't do everything we could
I want you to know we tried...
Past, present, future.
Meaningless,
vicious cycles.
Rigid chalk on dark pavement.
Red and white, an ugly pink.
Confused, thoughts in hibernation.
Sitting beside the campfire on its last breath.
Dimming in the soft breeze, feed it to the fire.
Legs crossed, eyes fixated on the soft orange flames.
Cracked sidewalks, bruised and beaten.
Worn down by the harsh rain and wind.
Burn everything away.
It hurts, breathless, I don’t want it to hurt.
Friends turned into tombstones of memories.
The way is shut, our paths have diverged.
The way is shut, lobotomized and numb.
You closed the gate. Now, I intend to keep it shut.
Without a head
There is no rudder
Worth turning,
And this is the age of headlessness.
Not so much from the guillotine
As from lobotomies
By schools and doctors, TV and social media,
Started when young from outside
But ultimately internalized
Into self-lobotomization.
This is the path of maturation today
Growing up to do what is required
To further the Greater Good
No need to even pretend to keep your head down
And eyes averted
When you have no head.
(9/11/25)
Written: December 28, 2023
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flounder in fictional field
—squeals and squeaks
Whimpers and growls
Sylphic swaying,
of flames spewing,
inwardly throbbing
of my nostril
lobotomized cosmic orbs.
scent of cinnamon
and coral on a rosary
interlaced of aurulent rimes.
Shrouded your burgundy &
coniferous ravines
loop of vitality
& unbearable redemption
in spanning eons,
ineffable wonder cradled
by melodic hums and buzzes
of lazy heat
and whistles of pitches
of endless hymns
echoes of choral chants
sung by soloists.
black ravens croaking,
like peals of doom
dewy allelomorphs
with waft-aloft wings
angels of ethereal whisper
of thunder,
that rang deafeningly
through the crevices,
of anodal motion
scurrilous loci
modeled as diploid.
What holds us together
has been torn, the unity
of a people split apart.
Both poles have lost
their grip and rupture
into division.
Categories now proliferate
and place each soul
into a labeled box governed
by the ideologue.
Word by word, language
has been commandeered by fear
and threatened with shame.
Good words are put on trial,
stripped of meaning and sentenced
to silence. They sleep in old books
sought out by the apparatchiks
for removal or to be replaced
by neutered covers.
Soon Macbeth will be lobotomized
to reduce the risk of upset.
The grand order has gone mad.
Long lines of citizenry queue
for entry into asylums
now spreading
like shopping malls.
Others won't leave home
and ossify in the safety
of their shuttered rooms.
Meanwhile, to the chants
of a sterilized song,
children skip towards
glittering castles hanging
precariously in thin air,
proud parents happily
clapping them along.
yet they thrive.
there's no other way: they like the soap opera.
subliminal, it opens a hole in their brains.
then they sleep lobotomized,
to wake up lambs with stale bread in the morning,
happy and huddled together on the train heading to the slaughterhouse.
Carpe Dien, says the old woman that saw the movie.
everything is worth it when the soul is not small, burp the fat.
the man shakes, squeezes, pushes, sneezes and falls
out of the composition.
later with his hands constricted
he'll be on the graveyard ridge,
in that blue suit that mom gave...
(the flowers have that seasick smell
and no birds follow the procession).
the dead man's dreams are spiraling
like the smoke of that one's cigarette:
leaves the crooked mouth and rises through the air,
disappearing in front of the leafless tree,
going to pollute more the atmosphere of hidden tensions,
of the agonies that came to nothing.
a bark wakes the gravedigger.
here we go!
declawed but not lobotomized
I can still think for myself
I cannot be branded nor categorized
And Taketh Away
Locked in a realm undefined and
Unimaginable to the onlookers through
The lens of a mechanical being with
An intelligence and compassion that
Exceeds that of our so-called leaders
Of the “free world” purchased with
The blood, sweat, and tears of those
Who could not qualify for the giveaways
Because their names could not be sold
For profit and gain in the economic
Chaos that lobotomized reason and
Compassion out of the minds of those
Who had the resources to find us before
We passed beyond a veil that separates
The living from the late ones; late because
They did not realize that the One we look
Up to giveth and taketh away.
It is What it is – weasel words for our times
We live in an age
Of the weasel words
Orwellian thought police run amuk
Words used as weapons
To limit critical thought
And avoid rational thought
These words are everywhere
Few question them
Most fall in line
Hypnotized lobotomized
by these weasel words
the president is a master
of using words as political weapons
to demonize his opponents
to browbeat them into submission
throwing up mental traps around them
it is what it is
what does that even mean
what is the it that is
and what is the reason
that it is what it is
no one can answer
no one really knows
it is what it is after all
and who are you to question
the President’s reality?
And so it goes
The endless parade
Of the weasel words
That have corrupted
Our minds and our very souls
Doing what they are designed to do
Shutting down our critical thinking
As we all submit to the needs
Of the corporate system
That has taken over the world
And that is the meaning
Of it is what is
The government’s been lobotomized
The left and right’s too polarized
The media has us hypnotized
All the topsoil’s getting sterilized
What have we gotten ourselves into?
Nobody’s talking face to face
They need a computer interface
If we keep going at this pace
There won’t be no more human race
What have we gotten ourselves into?
I humbly propose a clean solution
We don’t need to change the Constitution
No need to make no contribution
Just start a grass roots revolution
Stop being the problem and be the solution
If you don’t know what’s going on, WAKE UP!
If Big Brother’s doing wrong, SPEAK UP!
If someone’s hurting someone, STAND UP!
Be a participant in life, not a critic, not a spectator.
Someday when you’re old and gray
You might look back fondly on today
Was it the day you chose a better way
Or was it just like any other day
To change the world, change yourself first and expand from there.
Start a grass roots revolution.
When you burn books
Fahrenheit 451
You burn the soul of nations
When you censor them
The mind is lobotomized
Blocked truth, all butterflies die
Never see the light of day
Colors turn to gray
Turn us all robotic numb
Pounding one note on a drum
I've got your number
The human mind is a wonder
*A tabula rasa untapped and void
You are number one
Xenophobia plus 451
Under the black sun
The soul burns well done
*Tabula rasa refers to the epistemological idea that individuals are born without built-in mental content and that therefore all knowledge comes from experience or perception. Proponents of tabula rasa generally disagree with the doctrine of Innatism which holds that the mind is born already in possession of certain knowledge.
A knife penetrating through
My layers of sentinels
Mixes the poison
With my blood
Terrorized, lobotomized
I tread the path
Scratching the doors
No one to open
Surrounded by rocks
Bound to be crushed
Vultures pick up the pieces
Spat in disgust
Not hard enough
Could I become
They say one only can be wise,
If able to mathematize.
But what really underlies,
Is the failure to alphabetize.
Our numbers are arabicized,
A language to be more precise.
So is everything programmized,
Just language, oversimplified.
So maths freaks, wouldn’t it be wise
To speak in poems, homogenize,
Don’t let us feel lobotomized
Let’s feel the love, romanticize!
***
April 14, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Upon the sheen a shine is shone
In the glen, the glow is gone
In places, picking and poking fun
At races, the rockin, rollin run
Sits the dark, in dank despair
Blows the breeze, begone, beware
Chewing cud a curdled cow
Mews the monkey a cat’s meow
Grooks and Geese agree to grow
Short and shorter by saying so
The rain, the rhyme the rolling pin
Here and there and back again
Nonsense nestled noggin wise
Brain is baked, lobotomized
© Jul 5 2010 For Deb's "Anything Goes" contest
Long white halls that echo with pain,
Where strait jackets lord and beckon with shame.
The therapy numbs and visits are feared,
You’re sane if you hallucinate here.
Patterns of colour and visions of gold,
Prophecy of end-times and things to behold.
Voices from the dead, alive in your head,
Where Lucid dreams are far from your bed.
Back to reality, therapy time,
Dragged through the chaos of psychotic minds.
The ECT a daily chore,
The result of looking through that door.
Brought back to a place in your youth,
Where the fantasies are induced.
Is it real? it seems so real!
Then a bolt from the blue has the Reaper revealed.
Cold hands grab your skull to wake you,
The Cuckoo’s nest now seems too true.
Your world becomes lobotomized,
There’s no one now behind those eyes.
Drifting like the drifting of a tune,
Back to your world that makes you swoon.
No telling what’s real anymore,
Just hallucinate and ignore.
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