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Premium Member 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 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.


Premium Member Gaslighting

Fake news covers up for every Biden lie
projecting on to Trump to demonize
Yet the truth leaks out to their own demise.

Trump is Putin puppet yet Trump kept Putin in check
Biden lost Ukraine with massive funding that is suspect
Trump phone call was to blackmail Ukraine they claim
while on film Biden boast with holding funds
to fire Ukrainian prosecutor for crimes of Biden and his son
Falsely investigating Trump to the nations shame
Trumps home invaded for secret documents he kept
a crime impossible for Trump since he was President
As veep Biden stole top secret classified documents
and sold them to the CCP our government secrets
Trump keeps his documents locked and guarded at Mar-a-Logo
Biden had them in his house, garage , U Penn to sell and show
More deaths from covid under Biden with vaccines that do more harm
The sudden deaths of healthy young men causing alarms
Our borders invaded and nation under siege
Inflation and falling wages  as our people bleed
No oil gas or coal means no more food
Biden administration so dumb and arrogantly rude
Grooming our children and confusing gender
World at war, Christians thrown in a blender
All blamed on Trump but with him we were good
Gaslighting backfiring on them for the truth is understood.
Form: Rhyme

Meet the Man

A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak,
Master of the tear-tantrum tactic —
He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop,
Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him.

A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick,
Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed him twice.
He’s 40 going on 14,
Displaying classic symptoms of Peter Pan Syndrome with a sprinkle of Oppositional Defiance Disorder every time life whispers “grow up.”

Zero employment history,
But extensive experience in triangulation, gaslighting, and learned helplessness.
He’s the CEO of deflection, a PhD in projection,
Weaponizing guilt like a toddler with a grenade.

He calls you "too emotional,"
Right after he weeps his way out of another confrontation
Like a soggy Machiavelli.

He’s not just a mama’s boy.
He’s her emotional husband,
Their emotional incest dressed up as devotion,
While he lets her make every decision
Between his gaming sessions and tantrums.

He’s the kind of man who, if given a mirror,
Would still find a way to blame the reflection for his failures.

Premium Member These New Times

(“Meditation is not what you think…”)

These New Times

These new times have turned the world upside down.
The endless cultural revolutions of the past two centuries
Have finally hit a wall, Trumped at last
As the sheer accumulation 
Of madness has become impossible to ignore,
And the people are finally really waking 
Beyond any act of being woke.

It helps that the subtle lies 
Of a vague if supposedly well meaning idealism
All hope and change, unicorns and rainbows,
Have been exposed for what they are
Just another ego trip
Of those intent on gaining
And maintaining their control.

The radical Left once anti-establishment
Grew up to become the establishment
To push its status quo agenda on the rest of US
With all the force of Big Government 
Combined with Big Business, a union 
That would make Mussolini and Hitler proud.

The Left of course doesn’t see this
Even as they desperately try to maintain 
The power that now slips away.

They still see themselves as idealistic youths
Raging against the Machine
Sticking it to the Man
When they have long since become 
The Man running the Machine.

In other words, the Left constantly gaslights US
Because they are gaslighting themselves.

(2/23/25)
Form: Narrative

Who Is Logical

(Colino)
so you say you have no memory 
of the last day you were friends with me 
no link to help remembering 
your brain can't give you anything 

conclusion, you are clueless 
your memory is useless 
and you can't give your own story 
nor pick out bits most surely 

so you can offer nothing 
your brain don't bring a thing 
unaware or emptied 
or with a truth which you're hiding 

yet when I talk of incidents 
the memories I'm recalling 
you claim they never happened 
and from my delusion they are spawning 

you have no argument or alternative 
just denial and diversion 
questioning my sanity 
YET YOU HAVEN'T YOUR OWN VERSION 

But this is my one story,
never one before it, 
a mystery for 14 years 
when I was never talking 

and in that time you stayed confused 
as do all with me removed 
you paint the scene I WAS SENSELESS 
no logic to include

it passed the cause away from you 
handing out bits others chew 
you need them to think as you do 
to be believed as now I'm refused 

I tell them you manipulate 
but I just get ignored 
and even though they read this mate 
it won't impact their thoughts 

(Colino, Dom, Kev)
you 3 have no story 
just denial and diversion 
and people just ignore me 
judgement through perversion 

logically you're logicless 
but all think that that is me 
ignorance is really bliss 
as is stupidity 

people near or close to you 
are stood to close to see  
whilst everyone around the world 
see differently with ease 

you have no memory or logic 
and claim delusion is with me 
to those not involved it's obvious 
you're just gaslighting me 

*for Colino, Dom, Kev, and all the people believing them blindly judging me, 
a person to whom you never speak yet judge assuredly.
they gaslight and manipulate, getting you as they got me 
don't tell me my logic's gone, where is theirs, it's them you all believe 
and Susan isn't validation, she knows as much as you, 
like you she seeks from them, and like you don't come to me. 

How rude to call me a lying delude 
it's my life, and you weren't there 
reality for me but just a tale to you 

no response needed

you judge me without me involved 
I've no influence on what resolves
from now on I AM NOT INVOLVED 
with contamination they evolve
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


My Adult Son is Gaslighting Me

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.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member In the Year of the Dragon

In the Year of the Dragon

In a world that has gone so wrong
Where gaslighting is the only light most see
There must be a way
To rise to the surface
Break free
And get a breath of real fresh air.

Of course there is,
But it’s not what you think.
It’s not to trust the science or the polls
Or fake fact checkers,
It’s to do something completely different
Like Monty Python
Or Mary Poppins showed.

Something so different is disturbs even yourself
Something so outside the box
That all that’s left is the ridiculous
Making you think you might just die
Of laughter
Before you get your next breath.

But breathe we do
Again and again,
And again again.

What we need is levity after all
To break down the walls of despair and fear
And earnestness.
It’s all bullsh*t after all, right?
So get with it and hone those bullsh*ting skills
Like your life depends upon it.

Because it does.
Because the world as we know it
Needs a little deconstructing
As it hardens into a little cyst.
And the best way to do that is to quit believing
Quit trying and dreaming
And hoping to become,
And instead just be.

And when we just are
The absurdity of it all
Will simply shine,
And as it shines
Mirage-like in the shimmering heat
We rise disembodied in the light
Without identity, without a care
Free at last of all the silly things
We use to hold ourselves down and in
And beneath
All we want to be,
Which is
In the end
Simply free.

So relax
And float up
Up and away laughing.
It’s not a bad way to go.

(9/6/24)
Form: Narrative

Gaslit

"Gaslit" 
 
Truth they say
is sometimes 
stranger than fiction

Fiction they say 
is sometimes
the tonic to escape

Blue Pill?
Red Pill?

which one to take
before one considers
it is all too late

Faith they say
is belief without
proof

A leap for some
caught in the 
wrinkle of it all

We walk our days
immersed in what
we think is real

we shun and 
turn away 
from the talk

Gaslighting
and the abysmal
moral disengagement

false projections
buried we are locked in
the old stories never end

egos burnt to ashes
finger on the forehead
marks noticed and felt 

it all begins, a new story
what it’s really all about
some believe, most doubt

Truth they say
is sometimes 
stranger than fiction

Life is what you want it to be
The old stories end
A new way of thinking begins

A new way of being begins

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)


"Meditation Forest"
https://youtu.be/HSkgFARZbJM





Moral Disengagement 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moral_disengagement

https://www.apa.org/international/pi/2016/03/moral-disengagement

https://oxford-review.com/oxford-review-encyclopaedia-terms/moral-disengagement/



Moral Disengagement / Albert Bandura - 

https://psycnet.apa.org/record/2015-43532-000




Gaslighting 

https://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/psychpedia/gaslighting

https://blog.apaonline.org/2020/09/15/freedom-for-the-power-to-be-believed-on-gaslighting/

https://worldnews.upexampaper.com/7-things-to-know-and-understand-about-gaslighting-more-latest-world-news-headlines/

Premium Member Betrayal of Blossoms

Some days poetry flows
sometimes it is just words.

In the final spring - a poet
yearned for an immaculate blossom,
for his fingertips to bring a painting into life - to
meticulously cultivate and craft a masterpiece.
I recall an opal oasis full of pearl petals,
glittering with rows of diamond orchids,
citrine marigolds, moonstone lotuses,
and garnet roses surrounded by
amethyst lavender and sapphire bluebells.
craving for his mastery.

In a distant meadow,
consumed with faithless flock 
grazing dead leaves -
there you bloomed from bronze roots,
an enchanting flower held by an emerald sepal.
In your flattery,
he became a willing devotee,
seduced by the scent of your paradisiacal petals.
But in your admiration he neglected
his selfless blooms,
unaware of wicked weeds
wandering in eidolic fields.

At sunset he would mirror the stars
and follow you like fireflies at midnight,
Serenade you with mystical lullabies,
evoking a sense of serenity,
but in the deception of dawn
you prioritised the sun,
over his soothing moonlight,
so you wilted, withering,
dripping in dewdrops.

In your servitude,
he placed you in the
greenhouse of his heart,
to protect you from the arrival of autumn,
but gaslighting gardeners,
sliced all of his intimate stems,
allowing satanic rain 
to poison your spirit.

In the darkness, which dilates his eyes,
the pain still penetrates like a bitter blade
and he has become a forgotten gardener,
with dead seeds of scepticism 
sowed into his soul.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Deception

bad situations
active imaginations
can kill relations
creating conspiracies
with broad designs to deceive

bloody mockery
shinigami lottery
a dichotomy
of preaching false brotherhood
so others will do no good

trying to obscure
real truths which should endure
facts filled with manure
some choose to communicate
into codes filled up with hate

white lies and false sums
psychological ransom
untruth the transom
when gaslighting has begun
take hostages without guns

multiple faces
yet none which more disgraces
truth which lies debase
dishonor become thy name
as this world is set aflame
© Ng Rippel  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

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