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Dad,
how old were you when you first tried THC?
It was not until my freshperson year
at the University of Michigan
when you could not go from one end of any dorm
to the other
without inhaling that not really oregano oily fragrance.
Why were you such a late bloomer?
As I recall,
back in premillennial times
those who were high school pot heads
were recognized by all,
including themselves,
as destined for malodorous lifetime outcomes,
if not outright sociopaths
then at least hopeless malcontents
and scofflaws
without civil redeeming value.
Really?
So how did all that play out?
We were correct
in these pessimistic predictions
at least in large part.
You don't sound surprised,
as I so hoped you might.
Only because
those of us who waited
until we had high school graduation credentials in hand
fared about the same unremarkable neither better or worse,
certainly not rewriters of history
as far as I ever heard.
And,
although I might well be mistaken,
those who self-promote
as never having inhaled
either sooner or even much too later,
have outcomes possibly least happy of all,
except for those who also
have not found enough real food to eat
or too much booze to drink in one remorseful night.
Interesting.
I hope that is a population of zero
in my postmillennial era.
Watch out for those who deny evolution as evil.
They are those least likely to learn
from our mistakes,
thereby proving the foolishness
of their own anti-evolving theories
about traditional unchanging consciousness
and humane nature
and EarthMother's sacred spirits,
inhaling to exhale,
reweaving nature out with nurture in.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of madness
Someone who brings only sadness
Seen into the eyes of someone with no conscience
They are usually obnoxious
A person with madness in their eyes
Live their lives in disguise
In their own reality
Justifying actions of insanity
Rape, murder, extortion, reality is distortion
Arson, kidnapping, theft, till there is nothing left
Never test the anger
As they can be an enchanter
Psychopaths and Sociopaths
Mental illness is their wrath
They travel through the light
Causing trouble in the night
Some victims are rich, some are poor
Both the young and the old
Jails not the answer, sanitariums don’t mend
For most of them, they will suffer in the end
What did I do?
I don’t understand my life
I don’t understand the Life
I am suffering a lot
Day by day and day to day
When will this be over?
When? When?!
Evil psychopaths following me
Psychopaths: Oh, no. No, no
Sociopaths, like serial killers
And they are psychologists
Sadistic killers, evil beings
Ruler of life, dark monsters
I am suffering, I have death feeling and panic
I am a victim of psychological human experiments
My life is ruined, I haven’t other, coming to my end
Yes, yes. Oh, sweet death, please kill me, and save me
I put my life into your hand, be my ruler, get my life
Take my life. From here. Far, far, and far. On the other side
This is one of my confessions:
I don’t want my life, I don’t need to live
I can’t do this life. It’s very heavy
Fearing, panic, alcohol, medicine
So many years ago I used grass and hashish
English psychologists took me into that life
Oh, God, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am so sorry
I try to live, I try to live, but evil people…
Evil psychologists makes me ptoblems
They block my life to the Life
My life is nothing. I am just a man from Europe
Maybe this is the problem. And I love women.
I loved someone
Someone
A woman
Hm, beautiful
But a bad memory
She killed me
I killed her
Bad meeting
Now graveyard feeling
I am in the cemetery
I don’t kill myself
I am waiting the investigation
I have only one way
Win
If not…
Then death
God
God
Help me
Help me
Give me power
I need these few years
The rest of my life
Dear death
Dear death
Give me more time
I WAS ROME - MING THROUGH TIME.
WHEN I PASSED THROUGH A DOOR.
I WAS PART OF THE CLOUD ,
OBSERVING A WAR.
FREEDOM RIGHTS AND PRIVACY
WERE HANGING BY A THREAD.
LEGAL PROPAGANDA
BEING DRILLED INTO FOLKS HEADS.
PRIVACY IS A FRAGILE WORD.
ESPECIALLY WHEN I KNOW ,
EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAID ,
THOUGHT , HEARD OR TOLD.
GOTTA LOVE WHEN PEOPLE SAY,
THERE IS NOTHING I NEED TO HIDE.
THAT'S UNTILL I EXPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU SIMPLY CAN NOT DENY.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
GOES BEYOND THE SCOPE.
MANIPULATION OF YOUR THOUGHTS
HAS THE SAME EFFECT AS DOPE.
IF YOUR SUGGESTION CREATES IDEALS
THAT BENEFIT THE CORPORATION,
YOUR SURELY GOING TO GO ALONG
WITH NO NEED FOR EXPLANATION.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY,
INCLUDES THE FOODS YOU EAT.
IF BIG AGRA SAYS IT'S GOOD FOR YOU
TO JUSTIFY , YOU REPEAT.
OWNING WHAT YOU NEED TO GROW.
CORPORATIONS PATENT , AND SELL TO YOU.
GOVERNMENT , BLINDLY , GOES ALONG
AND THE POPULOUS , HAS NO CLUE.
KNOWING THINGS THAT FRIGHTEN YOU
LIKE HATRED , WARS AND CRIMES.
GOVERNMENT HAS TO PLAY ALONG
IN THE FORNICATION GAME OF MINDS.
INVASION OF YOUR PRIVACY
INCLUDES SETTING PEOPLE UP.
IF ORGANIZED CRISIS ARE EXPOSED
THE COMPROMISED COVERUP.
ANOTHER WAY OF INVADING PRIVACY
IS STEALING PEOPLE'S TIME.
THE COMPLICIT AND COMPROMISED
CREATE CHAOS OF YOUR MIND.
MEANING THIS AND SAYING THAT
CLAIMING WRONG IS RIGHT.
WHEN CONSTANTLY BOMBARDED
DEPLETES YOUR TIME TO FIGHT.
WHEN WEAK. , TIRED AND GIVING IN.
METAPHORICALLY , THE SHIP IS SINKING.
YOU WILL RELINQUISH "ALL" PRIVACY
DRINK WHAT THE REST ARE DRINKING
ONCE DEPENDANT ON CORPORATION
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN HIDE.
CORPORATIONS NO LONGER NEED YOU,
YOU BECOME RAWHIDE.
IT STARTS OUT WITH YOUR PRIVACY
WITHOUT NOTICE , YOU LOSE YOUR RIGHTS
THAT'LL BE THE END , OF SOVEREIGNTY
AS HUMANITY, GIVES UP ON THE FIGHT.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IMPLANTS
FOR SURE , THERE'S NO WAY OUT.
DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY
THEY'LL OWN YOU , WITHOUT A DOUBT.
YOU'RE PRESENTLY IN A LIFETIME ,
GUIDED BY SOCIOPATHS.
IF YOU DARE , DISAGREE WITH THEM
YOUR DISCARDED JUST LIKE TRASH.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE , DELETES
AND SENSORS , VITAL INFORMATION.
IN OTHER WORDS , THE PSYCHOPATHS
CONTROL YOUR DESTINATION.
Michael E. Harris
01192023
Humans seem rather peculiar
amidst all the species out there;
reason, language, high emotions,
from romantic love to despair.
But one thing you always notice,
regardless of where you might go,
that all our tribes and nations have
established their own moral codes.
These differ from hierarchy,
the kind you’d see in a wolf pack,
such things are built upon power,
the deeper thinking they all lack.
Wolves don’t ask, ‘Do I believe this?
Do I think, in essence, it’s right?’
They go along mostly through fear
of what happens if they lose a fight.
This holds true for most animals,
all lacking our reasoning skills,
we tell ourselves we make these codes
to ensure we don’t harm or kill.
As if we all sat down one day
and said,’We’ll do this to survive,’
or we say that it comes from God,
Who is watching over our lives.
Now I won’t speculate on that,
no human mind can think that large,
but I wonder, is it hubris
to think that nature took no part?
To say that it all came from us,
when we’d evolved up to this state?
I know humans can do so much,
but have we ever been that great?
A thought that’s been nagging at me
when I see the animal realm,
all species seem to have a check
so that they do not overwhelm.
The predators are limited
by the abundance of their prey,
they can never outnumber them,
or they’d starve with nothing to slay.
The herbivores are limited
by the predator's claws and teeth,
so they don’t grow and crop the plants,
like the endless deer in the east.
We’ve long known of nature’s balance,
but when looking at human kind,
it seems something more is needed
to restrain advanced human minds.
Because when it comes to killing
most admit, we’re a class all our own,
the reason that has propelled us,
makes us the cruelest ever known.
Bears that are ten times human strength
run in fear of us at mere sight,
tigers that once ruled the jungle
barely even put up a fight.
Small pox that killed millions of us
was purposely wiped from the earth,
we could glass this entire planet,
and make its very atoms hurt.
How does evolution check this?
What keeps these skills from running mad?
As we’ve seen from sociopaths
an unrestrained human is bad...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Get out of the rat race maze
By Michelle Morris
28/10/2022
There are so many jobs
Where you can lose your soul
They can make your burn too hot
Or make you turn icy cold
Like hell or purgatory
Stuck in grinding thoughts
You're a hamster on a wheel
A rat in a race that's bought
It can be challenging to deal
With the lack of integrity
Humanity at its worst
Psychopaths and evil deeds
Narcissists and egos
Power and greed and games
Sociopaths and divas
All lead to walks of shame
Stop.
Breathe.
Get off the hamster wheel.
Get out of the rat race maze.
Stop.
Listen.
Your inner voice and
Your guides
Your angels and
Guardians
Are there
For you
Now.
The Universe has your back
Your angels and guides are here
They protect and help you walk
Along the best path that's clear
The Universe has a plan
And you are instrumental
You have a special purpose
You have gifts for your ascension
Let your soul shine
Let your music play
Let your voice sing
Let your artist create
You are a miracle
You are a blessing
Do not let yourself get stuck
In a hamster wheel or rat maze obsession
You can thrive
You don't have to lose your soul
You can live your best life
You don't have to give them control
There are so many jobs
Where you can lose your soul
They can make your burn too hot
Or make you turn icy cold
But that doesn't have to happen
To you or anyone else
If each of us took a stand
And made the world a brighter place
Let your soul shine
Let your music play
Let your voice sing
Let your artist create
Live your best life
Embrace magic and miracles
Set the world alight
And inspire love and light and joy
© Michelle Morris, 2022
There exist some souls with deranged minds -
psychopathic narcissists and sociopaths
who never can change.
Something got twisted inside them
and it invaded their brain.
Strange hideous thoughts seem to follow them
since their youngest days.
They stalk; they punish; they kill.
Their pleasure is another’s pain.
Love they cannot give, for love they cannot feel
although they may be talented
at mimicking affection.
Those with the misfortune of being their kin
or those having been sucked into
their initial charming graviational force
and fall too quickly in love with them
will one day learn a lesson
(and hopefully not tragically):
Sometimes, sadly,
love is not enough.
Sept. 10, 2019
for Silent One's 'Sometimes love is not enough' Poetry Contest
Life at its best is quite fleeting,
But is still goes on and on.
I tire of people speaking,
Yet I’ll talk until the dawn.
The world it makes you cynical,
Thank our endless, imperfect ways.
Still the here and now grows brighter
Too much to fit in the day.
Politicians are all liars,
Both my side and the other.
But I wouldn’t trust myself there,
Even if I had my druthers.
Kids are crazy sociopaths,
But damn if they’re not cute.
A thousand million have been born,
Yet somehow they still seem new.
It all seems tragic, yet sublime
Though we’re just here for a spell;
A world we own but never know,
Our home of Heaven and Hell…
The enemy within
There has been a war up North but after some times
the occupying forces surrendered and took the train
back where they came from.
Newspapers and magazines were (for a while) free
of censors and horrific stories and pictures emerged
which the boy didn’t grasp and soon forgot.
75 years later, the boy, now an old man laid up in
a hospital ward gazing at a white wall remembered
the horrific photos he had seen.
Pictures of sexual deviations, torture and murder
not committed by the foreign occupier but by
opportunists who thrive in the shadow of wars
Sociopaths for whom other lives do not matter
to enrich themselves and indulge in obscene sex
that cumulate in strangling their unlucky victims.
Sociopathy is not an illness, is for them normal
as they are not humans and therefore lack humanity
love is for them, feelings of scant importance.
They, the sociopaths, are well-educated people
found in politics, the clerics, armed forces and
business, where they can exercise power over others
The war in Ukraine is a good example they are
pumping in weapons and refusing any peace negotiation
to the extent of risking a nuclear Armageddon.
Words Not For The Faint Of Heart
Commemoration for those gone before
Affectation of all you continue to adore
Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war
Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor
Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate
Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state
Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate
Protectorate protrusion while the masses consecrate
Augmentation of the algorithm just to watch you bleeding concentration
Abdication of the firm decision to be needing an invitation
Applications that are stern in their derision of the cheapest imitation
Admiration of the vision that requires an invocation
Cosmological wonder at the formation of a star
Chronological plans asunder as the organisation takes things too far
Pedagogical pathways go under like the motorisation of the car
Methodological melodies make thunder as the applause acknowledges every bar
Broken by the aftermath of all this rhythmical thinking
Woken by a polymath of history missed while I was blinking
Spoken words meets sociopaths inside a ship that’s sinking
Token forms of telepathic silence that sees me winking
Altercations of a race in danger from dawn to dusk to midnight fire
Annexation of a border to cross when life inside becomes too dire
Amputation of a limb that has begun to gangrene and expire
Affectation that is over the top as my neurons need to rewired
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright