I'm Being Haunted

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Submitted: April 24, 2018

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Submitted: April 24, 2018

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1.

 

They’re here

More silent

Than on most nights

Though still here

Watching me

Tuned into my thoughts

 

They’re here

Maybe down the hallway

Maybe in the next room

Maybe right beside me

 

Still here

They never seem

Far away

 

Close by

They are close by

Closer than we think

 

The moon will soon

Dip down

Below the horizon

 

They’re here

Still here

Another night

Waiting for chances

To say something irrelevant

 

Here……they’re still here

 

From that astral planet

That they speak of

 

Audio psychosis

How many days

In a row

 

Tough times

Sometimes fall

Like a hail storm

 

They approach

The audio slowly rises

Like a tide

 

Astral incursions

 

Could there ever be

A moat deep enough

 

How to imagine

That anything

Is still the same

 

***

 

 

2.

 

“I’m Lucifer’s Lieutenant”

The voice said

Many times

Tonight

 

I don’t know

What to think

I try not to think

 

Sometimes to believe it

Is to get the rug

Pulled out

From under me

 

Tomorrow…..

The voice may claim

To be something else

 

So does it even matter

If tonight

“Lucifer’s Lieutenant”

Is here

 

Perhaps it may as well

Be the Easter Bunny

 

Taking things

With a grain of salt

Is an understatement here

 

I could try

To think for myself

But there I go

With thinking again

 

My thinking

Is all worn out

 

I mean

Who wants

To think about

“Lucifer’s Lieutenant”

In their home?

***

 

3.

 

A faint voice

Fires off

Audio at me

 

I can feel

The faintest breath

Hitting my left ear

 

A voice

A voice

Speaking

The propaganda

Of the dark force

 

What is this place?

Where am I?

 

“they” say it’s a hologram

 

But “they” also…..

Say a lot of things

 

Silence

I’ll wait for it

It will come back

 

I can feel the presence

Of audio fangs

In the room

 

Silence

I’m sure

Looms above

 

This siege

Of

Everything

I

Am

 

***

 

4.

 

Faint whispers

It’s them

But who’d believe

So why say anything?

 

So I’ll

Just speak

To

The

Ether

 

Do you remember

The time

And the place

That it all began

 

I do………

When I first

Heard the voices

Speak through

The noise

 

What was wrought

Was a bounty

On my head

 

But, here I am

Standing

Like an imagined

Castle fortress

 

Under siege

Of audio

 

They have legions

Of audio broadcasters

 

They have

Audio cannonades

 

Something

Does exist

Beyond us

After all

 

***

 

5.

 

Attacked

In my sleep

I believe

…….not certain

……all these

Foggy images

From the night before

 

Hands clutching me

Invisible intrusions

Once again

 

Sleep deprivation

In hauntings

Is common

 

There’s a lot

Of psychological torment

They want me to break

But for what?

 

There’s no revelation

That they’ve got

That I want

 

Let’s just

Finish it here

At twelve paces

 

But they……

Don’t do things that way

Yet I like

The simplicity of the idea

 

A thing with hauntings

Is they often

Don’t want them

To end quickly

 

They’d prefer

To drag it out

Wear you down

 

There’s no…..

Field of honor

To duel it out here

Just being attacked

In you sleep

For another year

 

***

 

6.

 

Voices fill

The darkened room

 

Closing in

On me

 

This one

Astral plane

Is damn close

 

Closer than you think

Once you hear it

 

But it doesn’t

Surprise me now

 

Wherever I go

The whispering follows

 

I can’t think about

Its deeper implications

 

What implications?

 

What is this about

That won’t be sacrificed

To a thousand opinions

 

Through my bedroom window

I see the moon

This is always something

Very real to me

 

I am most familiar

With this

Desolate light

 

The moon

Is with us

In our reality

 

It is ours

Where we’ll find solitude

 

It is a place

To escape

All other

Worlds

 

***

 

7.

 

An audio intrusion

Once again

This one

In the morning

 

A Spring morning

Blitzed

By near-astral

Voices disruption

 

But I am little moved now

Not sure if there is even much left

For the voices to pierce

 

Yet……

They will

Let their arrows fly

 

They will

Almost always

Let them fly

 

To simply intrude

For this

Is their modus operandi

 

***

 

 

8.

 

Voices

Of unseen beings

Firing off

Psychic audio

 

Where am I?

Where are you?

 

The target

And the targeted

 

The cannon

And the castle wall

 

A besieged mind

 

To resist

Is to reinvigorate

Inner devotion

 

Words jagged

And whispers poisoning

 

The world

Is a stage

For such intrigues

 

***

9.

Do not delve

Into the recordings

 

EVP

EVP

 

Do not listen

To the unexplained edge

Of reality

 

The voices

They seek

They find

 

For one thousand nights

I have heard them

 

Go back

 

Do not disturb

Your illusions

As they are

 

***

 

10.

The voices beings

Never sleep

Though

They have entered

My own

 

Intrusions

Into dreams

 

Do you know

What this is like?

 

Would you call

It a mirage

 

Under a desert Sun

Of radio

 

Radio find me

Radio free me

 

Know the direction

Of the moon rise

 

***

 

 

11.

 

I tell you the truth

There is nothing

Found here

Only further mystery

 

Awakened

Under psychic attack

 

Your mind

Like Bikini Atoll

 

Three

Two

One

 

A lightbulb

Goes out

 

East of Buffalo

 

I didn’t know about

The psychosis factor

 

***

 

 

12.

 

They don’t care

Alien saboteurs

Bringing down

The fortress walls

 

EVP is a way

To reenact

A Trojan Horse scene

 

Don’t listen

To that

Voice of the hydra

 

They have

Their own scepter

And they wield it

In conspiracy

 

***

 

 

13.

 

A vast

Iron

Audio curtain

Descends

Across the world

 

Some of us thought

We had magic

 

Our words

Scattered

To the winds

 

They have

An underground network

 

I know

That no one

Wants to believe

 

And time

Is like a shadow

Moving across

A room

Slowly

 

***

 

 

14.

 

Propaganda ministers

Of the recorded voices

 

Their ministry

Expanding

Ever northward

 

On Sunday afternoon

Radio

In the North Atlantic

 

Listening stations

In quiet suburbs

 

Subliminal encryption

 

Typing machines

Etheric

 

Subconsciously

Give you things

To contemplate

 

Without

Your observance

 

***

 

 

15.

 

The recorded voices

Once kind

Now fanged and armed

With audio pikes

 

Audio spikes and audio caltrops

Bivouacked legions

In your mind

 

Your mind

Is now

The field of battle

 

Some voices are true

And some are false

Some are false

And some even more false

 

 

Here I am

Hearing things

That others deny

 

From the sky above

Shockwaves

Of radio distortion

 

***

 

 

 

16.

 

Audio oppression

The sunlight

Is no salvation

Day and night

Entangled

On an electric fence

 

The moon remains

Honest

But distant

 

Shadows and voices

Assembling

On the green

At dawn

 

Then marching

Towards

The barricade

Of your mind

 

Psychic depth charges

Sink deep

Into your thoughts

 

***

 

 

17.

 

A danger of channeling

Is the……

Speaking

The speaking

The speaking

 

The bombardment

Through the walls

 

Old castles

Of Spain

Are too far way for me

 

I can buy some time

With a six pack

And a song

 

But only for a while

Until

The invisible wires

Return

With the morning light

 

A danger of channeling

Is collision

With wooden horses

Scattered about Troy

 

***

 

 

18.

 

Psychic Helicopters

 

 

They have a new ploy

A new

Mind game

A new anti-peace

Psychological

Para-militarized

Highly trained

Unit of mind incursion

 

These sappers

From the astral

 

Calling out

From the sky

From their bullhorns

From……

Their psychic helicopters

 

Psychic helicopters

Above the roof

All day

 

At night

New brimstone operations

Underway

 

***

 

 

19.

 

At night

Stronger becomes

The recorded uncertainty

Of this dimension

 

Weapons of chatter

 

Psychic voices

Devil voices

From……

The sextant’s measure

 

Mind within a mind

Allow it to…….

Divide nothing

 

Astral someone

In this planet’s atmosphere

 

Marauding

With radio echoes

Ricocheted

 

Time is but a symbol

Of the seasons

 

***

 

 

20.

 

A danger of channeling is…….

One o’clock

In the morning

 

Invisible arms

Reaching for me

Someone there

Unseen

 

The voices…….

 

Remember something else

 

These memories

Are already sunken

 

Fiddles

And red wine

Won’t fix

This collision

 

A danger is…..

 

The voices

Throughout the day and night

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

21.

 

It is seriously

All a mind game

But isn’t

 

Windows opened

In Spring

 

Through them enter

The entrenched vapor

 

Words of kindness

Riddled

With Tommy Guns of audio

 

Someone saw

Something else

And then another

 

Loaded questions

Burst like balloons

 

The hydrogen rises

Our eyes gaze upwards

 

Our candles

Are ignored

For a time

 

***

 

 

22.

 

Coldness

In the air

…….over a dreamt Thermopylae

 

Here I am

With spear

 

The recorded voices

Nearing

 

Hot gates

Audio meltdown

 

Audio

Audio

Audio

 

The Sun

Looking sinister

 

On the mountainside

A coat left behind

Turned and worn again

By a betraying whisperer

 

Nearer

Nearer

Nearer

 

The audio legions

Of a vast

And wicked empire

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

 

4/2018


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