Spiritual Oppression Poems

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Submitted: January 13, 2018

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Submitted: January 13, 2018

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Volume II

 

 

 

Games with Words

 

Voices playing

Games

With

Words

Saying

Nothing

Relevant

 

They

Speak

In

Riddles

Cryptograms

Like

Code

Originators

Code

Fabricators

  Code

Broadcasters

 

Voiced

Transmission

Stations

 

A dartboard

Of concocted stories

 

Voices

Creating

Labyrinths

And

Mazes

Of

Thought

 

Psychology wargames

To

What

End

 

Is there a reason

To so much

That is unreasonable

 

Is there a purpose

To such voiced illusions

 

Does

The labyrinth

Ever end

 

The mirror reflects

No one

I can clearly remember

 

***

 

 

 

Zen in Reverse

 

Voices shouting again

Over background noises

Zen in reverse

Or this is no Zen

I have sought to create

Islands under a dome

That no voice

Can penetrate

 

Voices shouting again

The later it gets

The volume

Turns like a weathervane

Audio wind

Audio wind

The mind can begin

To disassociate

Heard from voice

And voice spoken word

Voices dance the absurd way

Of audio King’s Fool

 

***

 

 

 

Voices in the Room(pt. 1)

 

Voices

In the room

 

My room

Or so

I

Thought

It

Was

 

But, the voices

Don’t recognize

Such

Boundaries

 

The voices…….

This faction

This

Band

Of

Vocal

  Intruders

 

I allowed them in

In ignorance

A fool

Was I

 

I

Was

Doing

EVP

 

Then out

Of

The

Recordings

The voices came

 

And

I

Began

To

Hear

 

The voices

Come

Out

Of

The

Sky

 

***

 

 

 

An Audio Faction

 

An audio faction

  An audio element

Blitzkrieg

Through

White

Noise

 

EVP

Intrusion

 

A Trojan Horse

Of

Voices

 

I’ve seen it

Again

And

Again

 

An audio faction

 

Prowls

Recordings

To

Speak

Their

Lies

***

 

 

Audio Sunset

 

Audio Sunset

The voices

Sharpen

Steel

In

The

Darkness

 

Five hundred words

Heard

In the short life

Of my

Lit

Cigarette

 

With

Every

Night

Hour

 

Voices

Steal

Power

 

***

 

 

 

 

Audio Hour

 

Audio hour

Voices

Seem

Empowered

By diminishing

Light

 

By

Diminishing

Brightness

 

Voices……

And words

Becoming

Envenomed

 

And I am here

And

I

Hear

 

Some of this

Strange

World’s

Mysteries

 

***

 

 

 

Voices Flotilla

 

Voices flotillas

…….armadas

In

The

Air

 

Of

My

Room

 

The presence

Is real

And

Clearly

Perceived

 

Cannonades

Of voices

Fired off

In

Continuous

Measure

 

Attempted

Subjugation

Of

Mind

 

A fierce

Audio tempest

 

***

 

 

 

Island of Silence

 

Tonight

I will clearly hear

The voices

As I unfurl sails

And depart

For dreamt

Island of silence

 

Tonight

They

Will

Speak

Intimidations

 

They

Will

Listen

To

Thoughts

 

And reply

With propagandized

Vocals

and

Soliloquies

of moon craze

 

***

 

 

 

EVP ………Danger to Listen

 

When I first did EVP

The voices

Seemed

Sincere

 

Then I began

To hear

Them

Clear

 

With just

Both

Ears

 

Through April

And May

And up to today

 

With EVP

 

The voices

That

You

Seek

 

May

Never

Want

To

Cease

To

Speak

 

Ears…….

Hearing………

Sharpened

Changed

 

To

Lengths

Unknown

 

The

Voices

That

You

Seek

 

May

Not

Leave

You

Alone

 

***

 

 

 

The Undiscovered

 

Voices

Over

Noise

 

Steady

Streams

Of

Noise

 

Used by voices

  For

Enhanced

Broadcast

 

Into

Ears

And mind

 

Ears

And

Mind

 

Voices

Dragging along time

 

Ceaseless

And mired

In the fog

Of the undiscovered

 

***

 

 

 

From Shadowed Defilades

 

Voices emerging

From shadowed

Defilades

 

Moving

In

Slowly

 

To proclaim

Testimony

Of psychology

Warped

Into

Mind game

Haiku

 

With cloaks

And top hats

 

Voices

Prowl

Fog

Streets

 

Like

Sinister

Victorians

 

***

 

 

 

Voices Armada

 

I was at

Gravesend

Playing

Croquet

 

When

I saw

The voices

Armada

 

Coming up

The Channel

 

Audio sails unfurled

 

Voices galleons

 

Audio viceroys

Looking

Through

The

Spyglass

 

There was still time

To

Finish

The

Game

 

***

 

 

 

Voices Mafia

 

Voices mafia

Put hit out

On my sleep

Fire off

Astral speech

Like Tommy Guns

And sporadic popping

Of snub words

From astral equivalent

Of

Same

Gun

Dillinger

Used

 

They tried

To get me

On the street

 

But the Sun

Was too bright

And blinded

Their dark

Icicle eyes

 

Now they waited

Until I got home

And went

To bed

To

Put

The

Hit

Out

On my head

 

Ramblings

And ramblings

About

Superior

Life forms

 

Voices mafia

Capo

Di

Tutti

Capi

 

Astral

Audio

Thing

Of

Theirs

 

***

 

 

 

Voices Dirigibles Once More in Flight

 

Voices dirigibles

Once more

In

Flight

 

Of voiced

Icy

Talk

 

Dumping venom

On my

Linoleum floor

 

The carpets vacuumed

They emerged

From the noise

 

Lies

Lies

And dignitaries

From lying collegia

 

Trained in the art

Of

Vocal

Lies

Airbursting

 

***

 

 

 

Voices Armada(pt. 2)

 

After croquet

At

Gravesend

 

Voices Armada nearing

 

I

Went

Out

  To

Meet

  The

Voices fleet

 

Hopes for silence

Blaring

Like vision cannonades

 

Voices

Armada

Approaching

In formation

 

An audio enterprise

Upon sea

Of my

Night mind

Stolen

 

***

 

 

 

 

Shell Shocked Valley of Sound Blitz

 

Voices cavalry

Coming in

From Crimea

 

Or was it

Shell shocked

Valley

Of

Sound

Blitz

 

Voices

Like

Stukas

Of

Dive bombing

Words

 

Speeches

Of psychological warfare

 

Blast

Over the trenches

Of mind

Tiring

Under

Winter

Night

Veil

 

***

 

 

 

Voices Air Brigades

 

Voices

Air

Brigades

Release

Bombs

Of

LP Vinyl

 

Nothing

Good

To

Say

 

Chatter

On

Record

 

I know

It would be better

 

To listen

On CD

To silence

Stoic

And righteous

 

Voices

Air brigades

Swirl

Like

Hawks

Over

My

Weary

Bones

 

Looking

To

Swoop

Down

And

Negate

Headphones

Of

Distraction

 

***

 

 

 

 

Astral Border Zones

 

Voices

Sappers

Tunnel

Into

The perimeter

Of my

Perception

Range

 

Strange

Dimensions

Spilling

Over

 

Astral border zones

Brought

Into

Home of thee

By EVP

 

By EVP recording

My own broken gate

And now it’s late

And voices from beyond

Assassinate

My

Radio

Bliss

Tunes

 

***

 

 

 

Negative Spirit Attachments in Voice Broadcasting Dirigibles

 

Negative spirit attachments

In voice broadcasting dirigibles

Across this room

Evening time

Midnight

Morning

Voiced dirigibles

Through walls……

Through windows……

Through ceiling

 

A stealth

Prism effect

Of sound wave distortion

 

All of these noises

That speak

 

Upon my island

Of defiance

 

I await the hours

Of distant dreaming

 

 

***

 

 

 

Negative Spirit Attachments Vocalizing

 

Saturday night 

The ground is ice 

Ice cold 

Blowing wind

The voices chanting 

Psychological warfare diatribes 

Absurd lectures

 Reflecting nothing 

Sound waves permeate 

Like scissors 

Like Greek Fire 

What a banishment from rest I’ve found 

No sound

 But for audio auto-da-fe 

Again 

Same as every day 

Invisible torches burning 

Entities vocalizing 

Distortions of sound waves 

Through an invisible plague mask 


***

 

 

EVP Voices from the Sky

 

 

Voices 

Rained down 

Shook the ground

 Psychic percussions 

Astral shockwaves 

I sat in my chair 

Feeling myself 

Drift away from Earth

Hades trombones blew out meters 

Of an open up the ground and sky tune 

So I thought back then 

Hypnotized 

And mind shattering 

Into fragments 

For former EVP researcher self 

Was I for a time 

Then strafed and hit 

By audio dive bombing harpies 

Of Medusa’s wind 

Etheric telegraph lines 

Fused to my skull 

Relaying Morse Code in high pitch Inquisition


Then at night 

The deep voice

 Ground punchers were gone 

But from upstairs rooms and ceilings 

Dimensional stalkers 

Dropped lead weights

 And pineapple grenades 

Of audio fragmentation into my ears 

Here was my warm Spring season 

Being thrown into pits

 Of audio coliseums 

The sport for them was to fragment mind 

Of this human mortal 

The artillery was always there 

Voiced…..voiced…..voiced 

Loaded audio shell……voiced phosphorus……and salt peter 

Invisible nitrate flares choked my senses 

The sport for them was to fragment the mind 

I lie there…….thought bled 

In psychology nightmare 


Voiced…..voiced…….voiced 

Out in the afternoon Sun now 

Platforms of etheric sound speakers 

Blast me with sports arenas of voiced hecklers

 Like a football stadium roaring……blasting

 Into conscious mind 

An opening of chasms 

In subconscious self of me 

Targeted with audio thrashed blitz 

My dust of mind 

Lost to April rain 


The severing of myself from the dimension

 A fissure 

Through which There were confrontations 

Of voices…..fangs……and screaming night

 The situation is under self-reflection 

Analysis troubled by electronic evidence

 This is nothing that I expected at all 

One day they came through the white noise 

And stayed…….and stayed 

And troubled my days 


After two weeks 

Weary…….lack of appetite……lack of sleep 

Pharmacy prescription sleep inducement failing 

I began to have visions 

Of descending angels 

Formed from electric lights 

That so high……….pierced the ether

 It was around Sunset but without a Sun to set

 I heard running down the stairs

 And saw entities at midpoint 

A hazy gateway to astral descent

 In my room……from that moment 

The world became much less clear 

Than it previously ever was 

 

 

***

 

 

 

Sentient Voices Thinking About Auto-Da Fe

 

I declare

Right here

And right there

That the air

Is full

Of voices

Sentient

And thinking about

Auto-da-fe

 

That’s what they want

All day

……..auto-da-fe

 

They want it in May

They want it in December

I remember

When

Auto-da-fe

Was in the noise

Of my blender

 

Making

A mixed drink

 

Now sunk

Torpedoed in audio

 

Hallucinations

Don’t describe

In Latin I never knew

Or my shoes

Being in the wrong place

So that they can see my face

Pace the room

Looking for shoes

To go out

And sing the blues

 

Where I was

And where I’ll be

 

Mountains

Of voice memories

 

Stack up

Like grated cheese

 

Please serve it up

 

With a side order

Of exile

 

 

***

 

 

 

Haunting of Projected Voice

 

They’re coming through

The noise

Over the moat

In their boat

Shooting arrows

Of mysterious words

 

These

Voices

Are

Unto

The breach

 

Filled with

Audio-dynamite

 

They blow a hole

In my soul’s

Radiating peace

 

I don’t know why

It’s absurd

 

It’s a haunting

Of projected

Voice invasion

 

My vacation

Blown apart

In the town square

 

Where I care

About………

That thing

That my world has lost

 

That silence

Before the frost

 

 

***

 

 

 

Filed Away

 

Voices

Hanging about

Like Zeppelins

Like gunships

Like dark craters

On stars

Spreading

Contagious noise

Through our telegraph lines

 

What a deepening chasm

In the gravity of years

 

Voices march out

Like drummers

And bag pipers

On the heath

 

What is all

Of this

Petroleum commercialism

 

Have the voices

Infiltrated deep

 

Into black projects

Secretly funded

Printing presses

Of hallucinogenic

Street ballads

Plucked from the pubs

And weaponized

 

Audio secret police

Set up

Their wiring

 

All of your

Telepathic

Lyrical composing

 

Is monitored

And filed away

 

In data storage

Universes

Parallel

To our own

Manifest destined……

Cyber-nation

 

***

 

 

 

Monolith of Voices

 

 

Every night

I walk down the hallway

In my condo

And I run into

A dark onyx

Monolith of voices

That damn thing

Knocks me down

Almost every time

 

It grows and forms

From the astral gates

That lie hidden in the venting

It comes in

Like a Victorian Age…..

London fog

It disperses obscurity

Like a shot down Zeppelin

Crashing into a field

 

It fires off encrypted Morse Code into my ears

I send out my own distress signals

But they’ve learned a few jamming techniques

From the Eastern Bloc

 

The thing just stands there

Like a pillar

Of 1930’s news reel fascist parades

 

I want to bust it apart

With a sledgehammer

But I don’t want to wake up……

The neighbors downstairs

They’ve never done anything to me

 

***

 

 

 

Propaganda Discord

 

All morning

My ears have been getting hit

With the voice’s propaganda

It’s like Radio Free Europe

Only run by demonic hordes

In some Dante’s Inferno

Audio-twisted

Sinister ideology

For the propagation

Of all things insane

 

The voices

Cut through the discarded silence

Like ninja stars

Thrown by shadowy operations

Speculating about a lost dream

That never served any purpose

 

I often

Have candelabra visions

Even before I see the Sun

But this morning

There are only clouds

As grey as nuclear fallout

 

I wanted to read something

That would send

A message of light

In Morse code

 

The voices are reborn as vultures

Along etheric barbed wire

 

Time is now…..

Only a sentence of re-education internment

I am groomed

To approach the electric……

Dimensional voices

As a Roman galley slave

Rowing to a futile doom

 

These are not my golden adornments

The false idols

Of an audio wasteland

 

 

***

 

 

 

The Moon Awaits

 

Only the moon

Seems to give a shit

That much I can tell

That much has been true

Since the beginning

Of this voices affliction

Of reverse mesmerism

 

That much I remember

As my mind was being tattooed

with ashen words

there was always the moon

like a bright escape up there

waiting for the final scene

it still awaits

and I still dream

of its silent desolation

 

***

 

 

 

 

Audio-Wasteland

 

 

Voices filling the room

With cacophonies

Of fascist dictatorial

Audio-mindlessness

 

My home has become

An occupied territory

 

Whatever I think

They make auto-fascist corrections

 

Bullhorn

Imperialist speeches

Decrees of the snake pit

 

The serpents slither

It is not always their eyes

But their voices

That spew……..

The venomous cocktail

Of electrified and endless

Gnashing of teeth

 

Who in their right mind……

But this is not the kind of place

For that illusion

Through my mind

 

But the propaganda is strong

A hundred thousand tricks

Of ancient cold wars

Sharpened into fallen illusions

Bounce off these walls

And strafe my mind

Like a Messerschmitt impaled by the frequencies

Of a Reichstag in flames

 

No…….there is no music here

That could survive

This is like a plateau

Of shortwave discord

Radio shrouds covering my eyes

 

 

***

 

 

 

Hour of Your Awakening

 

Evil spirits here tonight

Firing their Uzi’s

Of cut up voices

Jagged words

Shredding my walls

Like Miami Vice nightmares

Something’s got to give here

There’s beer in the frig

But that will only make them talk

In slow motion

 

Some shadow dances

Around me unseen

Neither flashlight

Or Super Nova could make it blink

 

Nothing is what it seems anymore

It’s all like a beautiful ice sculpture

Melting in Death Valley

 

My own bedroom

Has been like a dark alley

Surrounded by strangers

Fire escapes leading to nowhere

Only a jump into

A dark vortexing black hole

Tar pit

Abyssal

Deep darkness

Hour of your awakening

 

***

 

 

 

Maybe Some Day of Some Year

 

Perhaps it’s complex

Perhaps it’s a labyrinth

Of Byzantine residual hauntings……..

After hours

Perhaps……

It’s a monumental mind intrusion

Through the front gates

 

Laughter is the best thing to use

To stab fear in the back

 

I looked into a hundred mirrors

And I heard the intruders talking back

 

Stars burn

Far beyond

But we are well removed

And in the cold season

 

Every night

Is like a hallucination

When it’s otherwise most silent

They come out

To whisper in the darkness

 

It’s not what I see

But what I hear

That cast me into

A vertigo of haze

 

And every trace of silence

Is shot down

By the firing squad

Of voices

In the dimly lit and dreary maze

Oppressive communiques

Rolling down

My ears

 

Maybe someday

Of some year

They’ll disappear

Back into the pit

From which they came

 

***

 

 

Atmosphere

 

I sought them at first

And they found me

I didn’t realize it at first

That they would surround me

I didn’t understand in the beginning

And I’m left unknowing today

 

Outside

A winter storm

Is blasting

Cold air

 

Inside of

This mind

There is a feast of my thoughts

 

This nightly festival

Of audio…..

Auto-da-fe

 

Voices inquisitors

Burst through

My digital recorder

I was guilty of trespassing

 

Into the zone

Of the audio-shredded bone

 

Tonight

Is drifting

Down deep

Into persecuted time

 

I follow

My own mind

To its apex of resolve

 

What have I discovered

So far

But a sand bar of treachery

 

O’ how many

Isles I’ve seen

Strewn with barbed wire

White noise thorns

Lining the perimeter

 

A dystopia now

Unfiltered

Through the atmosphere

That once received me

 

 

***

 

 

 

Spirit Oppression Blues(pt. 1)

 

Voices

Voices

Shattering the calm

Laying down napalm……

Of senseless…….mindless……

Drudgery of winter night

 

Stricken

With audio venom……

So soon

 

It’s almost ten

The hours get shanghaied

By nihilist voices gangs

Lurking in backrooms

 

It is only I that freezes here

They were made of stone

Long before I appeared

Long before I set eyes

On the full moon

 

There’s no harmony

To their banshee wails

 

They

Triangulated

The

Night

 

With

Audio-scoped

Kentucky Rifles

 

That fell

Out of a crate

 

That fell out……

Of an 18 wheeler

In Poughkeepsie

Sometimes around noon

 

 

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