Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find
Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate
Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested
V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet
bmdavey@10/6/24
Fermented in farenheit the sizzle is way too hot
Creeping up the backside beading up in that spot
Shallow is the pool of fear where the drips do lie
Bashful red is the color skin appearing shy
Shakes tremble up and down bumping up the skin
The color that's coming around derives from the sin
Shame has come without context or so it seems
Reality you visualize nightmares before the dreams
Innocence mirrors guiltiness so sad but it is true
This in which does reflect the real person that is you...
bmdavey@10//05/2022
The marionette spun and danced to the sound
played by the weary and weathered banjo man.
She staggered with jerky leap and stuttered bound
that thrilled the children as only a doll can.
Her wish as she was thread about and around
was that she were real and her own moves could plan.
Sad were her eyes as she schemed and dreamed to know
the world outside this traveling minstrel show.
You think, I don’t understand!
Okay, that’s fine!!
You think, you own and control!
Hah! Your belief doesn’t affect mine!!
You think you are playing tricks!
Oops! I see them all!!
You think, I don’t understand!
Okay, that’s fine!!
Hiding fangs behind thy sly smile!
Silly! I read between the lines!!
Are you there to stab my back!
Watch! I could pull the rug out!!
You think, I don’t understand!
Okay, that’s better, that’s nice!!
My poor bright spark,
You made me a brainiac!!
Now you think, I don’t understand!
Yes okay, that’s fine!!
Baby! Turn the table,
It’s now my time!
You think, I don’t understand,
Well! Not every time!!
You’ve shown your trumps!
I will wait till moment invites!!
Bullies are not born, they have been created
by those who don’t care, about how to be fare
Bullies see something wrong, when they look at you
they think what a freak, I'm going to abuse you
Bullies think their strong, when they look in a mirror
they think I’m not week, I'm much stronger than you
Bullies like to manipulate, by using their power
and they try to punctuate, to make you cower
Bullies like to humiliate, by making you a bower
and they like to dominate, to make you feel sower
Bullies have a problem, of not having good morals
they need to be taught, how to care, share and be fare
People are not born to hate or discriminate
To abuse or to violate,
These acts are taught through domestication
Of powerful indoctrination
And continual manipulation,
Through media, parents and society
It hard to escape this reality,
To find our love and inner peace
At least this is my philosophy
A personal opinion and thesis,
That says if we promote a more positive way
In the same way we see negativity displayed,
That we could manifest and transform people to change
The way they live from day to day,
With positive role models
That don't reinforce fear
This much I believe to be clear,
Where people become less fake and more sincere
The future could be bright and clear,
And that the people of this world could learn to unite
And heal the callous political divides,
That are used by those who rule
To breed a tribal and confused,
Humanity that is not born but bred to hate
Through the use of a brainwashing state
That requires our compliance,
So that it can rule and control
But through change we can return power to the people.
MANIPULATION
People try to manipulate
I don't think people should anticipate
The good coming out of being used
By people on the streets who like to abuse
I hate being used, abused, and I blow a fuse
I choose to not manipulate
I'll do my own thing
I'll just flip your plate
I'll give you a sting
People try to rip off elderly people
It's so wrong, your wondering who?
I've seen it happen and done before
I just kept to myself, don't want to see any more
Life is different
Don't know what you'll run into
I'm sure you'll make it through and through
Wake up the next day
facing the same thing
I want to fly away
Just using my own wings
I run into stuff where people try to get money
It isn't funny, you won't out do me
People can't take no for a simple answer
It's annoying how their dumb as a hamster
Manipulation is not the way to go
To get what you want, take your own road
Just be bold and do what you have to
Don't be cold thinking you'll slack too
Get what you get but be straight up
No need to sweat if your not hated enough
Just don't manipulate
You manipulate
It's your mission
You play mind games
Of control
Oh...the control…
You exert on my soul…
To subjugate
Your goal
Asphyxiation
Of my feelings
Being strangled
By your strong hands
To instill fear
Your desire
Choking
I gasp for breath
Kicking and screaming
My cries muffled
By your sadistic
Needs
To dominate
Your aim
Still.....
Glassy eyed
Dead to self
And yet alive
Here I rise
To do your bidding
To capitulate
My reasoning powers
At your feet
A willing slave
Your Wish
Unfeeling...
Automaton
Programmed to please
To serve
To satiate
To obey
Programmed
By your megalomaniacal desire
To Manipulate
Your dream
Mission to Manipulate: COMPLETED
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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