Spiritual Oppression Poems (Vol. II)

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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