• Introduction
• The Poems
  • Brainwashing
  • Addendum to Brainwashing
  • Siege of the Mind
  • Addendum to Siege of the Mind
  • Choking in Darkness
  • Unnamed Haiku
• Conclusion

§Introduction

My full intention with this is that you go ahead and interpret these for yourself, though I personally had written them for specific reasons I will not get into right now. I will do that once I write more of them. The point of this exercise is to use your critical thinking (like I attempted to do when writing these) as a means to infer to yourself on what these mean to you and your life. I did the same thing, as I said, when writing these. They won’t be the best, and I get that, but it should be something that I may or may not have been called to write.

§The Poems

For this collection this time around, I have two regular poems, a sonnet, and a haiku. I have another regular poem that I won’t be doing, for that’s connected to what wouldn’t end up being an EMP attack on the USA. As a side note, I fell for someone accepting the Mark of the Beast at the time, thus I took it too. That aside, these four poems I wrote relatively recently (two of them today), so they won’t be the best. They were, however, from the heart at this time. Maybe you may make of that what you will once you read them yourself.

§Brainwashing

The mind control of the people, Begins first at a temple, The drug of synthetic dopamine, Makes one feel like a guillotine, As their dead head rolls after slicing, So does the lobotomy after brainwashing, And beasts encircle one’s very being, Though they target the elect, Those who don’t sweat, For they don’t take the Pope’s mark, For this the Pope targets, He wants high serotonin atrophy, And not high dopamine….

§Addendum to Brainwashing

That one was pretty obvious to most, but this is a Historicist poem I wrote. The next one is the exact same, so be forewarned.

§Siege of the Mind

For when the complacent become awake, By which to notice Roman snakes, For by when the Popes spake, And when the killings are at stake, The people came to take vengeance.

For no mark bashed they, Obeisance or worship be lay, Unum Sanctum be the way, For it is found they be like whey, Deep inside the darkness, Doth the Ekklesia triumph with zealousness, Against the Beasts of Rome they conceal, When Messiah forces the reveal….

§Addendum to Siege of the Mind

This one I wrote as another Historicist cry as a witness against the Roman Catholic Church. Moving on to something personal of mine. And now, comes the sonnet I spoke of earlier….

§Choking in Darkness

I choke from my own blood, But I seem yet fine, Mine own grudge may stem from a brother, Though I ultimately suffer like I’m poisonous ivy

From when I blind myself with sin, I notice no challenge of my own fault, And yet I find fruit with minimum effort, However dealing with skeletons in my vault

If I, somehow, Make my effort moot, I blind with shutters the size of the sun, For when the skeletons come to brood, That to which I join in the muck

But there be a way, through difficulty and trial, I have hope that I pass within a mile….

§Unnamed Haiku

Calling myself moot, Yet there finds solace a brood, Complete with mass broom

§Conclusion

This may have been quick, sure, but I will have more of these written in the future so that I may share them with everyone. I have a feeling that poetry is a part of my calling, but that I am not sure of as of yet. You may give feedback, and that may let me know if I’m called to do this or not. That I may know by your critique if I may be called or chosen to do this alongside other things I do….