Limited by our senses
Limited by smells, sight, sound
Limited by tastes and touch
Yet somehow
We sense there are mysteries ...
beyond them
A sixth sense
Embedded in our brains
The Pituitary gland
A doorway to the imagination
Where there’s a revolving door of neurons
All juiced up on Angelic power
A gateway of ganglia
Blueprinted from ages of DNA evolution
All up in our business with revelations
A continuous reconstruction zone
Especially created to regulate growth
Both literally and spiritually
The philosophical phlegm
That secretes like God goo
Inside of me
Inside of you
Inside all of us
ew
COLONIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION
SPREADING ACROSS
THIS WORLD'S GREAT NATION.
IMAGINE A WORLD
WITHOUT ANY QUESTIONS.
YOU DO AS YOUR TOLD
BECAUSE OF SUGGESTIONS
NO FREEDOM OF THOUGHT
NO RIGHTS TO THINK.
CONTROL OF YOUR MIND
JUST LOST IN A BLINK.
ELIMINATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
BETTER KNOWN
AS DEHUMANIZATION.
THE STORY OF SOCRATES
HOW HE MET HIS DEMISE.
GLOBALIST TODAY
CLAIM THEY ARE THE WISE.
IMAGINATION,
IS ESSENTIAL,
TO UNLEASH
YOUR FULL POTENTIAL.
PITUITARY GLAND
HOLDS THE KEY.
IF YOU DECIDE
YOU WANT TO BE FREE.
MATERIALIZATION
OF THE IMAGINATION.
WILL PREVENT
ELIMINATION.
LIFE IS THE ENERGY
THAT MAKES US ALIVE.
IT NEVER CEASE TO EXIST
EVEN AFTER DEMISE.
I CONTROL MY THOUGHTS
TILL MY LIFE'S FINAL HOUR.
REGARDLESS OF THOSE
WHO LAY CLAIM TO THE POWER.
Michael E. Harris
08132021
Woe to you Lust
Nemesis of men whose conscience you manipulate and ensnare
Reducing their pituitary gland to impotent dust
Singing their future and dignity with no iota of care
To plunge King David to his downfall
Steal from King Solomon wisdom
Hurtling mighty Samson into a spectacular free fall
And modern midgets you ensnare in Sodom
Bereft of the moral compass
Drifting in the wind like a vagabond
Who at the slightest glance at a skirt the fallen midget makes a pass
As from matrimonial home besotted midgets abscond
Squandering family jewel
Splurging to delight jezebels
With purloined family crown
Which in pitiful submission fools at the sound of Hell’s bells
Turn into automatons
You manipulate pulling strings left
Then right as the fallen midgets give up bliss batons
To sink into your theft cleft
Where midgets rot wondering how they came
To Charybdis and Scylla
Filled with shame and blame to their disgraced name in a sordid game
Where they emerge thinner and taller
In sin standards
Where their cubits and fathoms pale into insignificance
As bliss bards
Wave them away to self incriminate at the tomb of impertinence.
Prism
multi, colored
infinity, internally, spinning
Located in the pituitary gland
masterly, universally, implanted
seeing, freeing
prison
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