Contingency - The Medic’s Mesmerism
Their fed up, they laugh that I am fed up
2AM in the morning, radio call alert
While I’m naked, lying in dirt or in some other disapproving fashion
How many times has this a happened?
The strikes to the face, cuts on the skin,
The assault of non registered injections.
The psyche’s medical degree after learning the curriculum
Over 20000 grand spent, and labelling with invented illnesses
Stuck in the middle, the human research subject,
Used as much as the 5 plus years qualified Dr
We have something common…….
Ridiculed, albeit not by the same group, but again, made fun of
I have no recollection of being outside, I have no clothes on
I didn’t see the person who punched me, but I must of opened the door
They cannot complete their orders,
WHY!
The Medic’s Mesmerism
Has been going on so long now, this was not in the curriculum
Some might even say, training as a crime fighter, this is not in my handbook
But the patient ——— Oblivious, slowly catching up
Patient zero. Trapped! For now by the contingency — the medic’s mesmerism
15 Feb 2022
By
Raul M Murray
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 6:28 AM UTC
I can’t sing so I write lyrics to elevate chi
Words that make your brain neurons
Fire and enlighten your brain, firing like Chung li
Kicks that strikes an emotion
That flows like the synergy of the ocean
Jump in with or without your clothes on
Doesn’t matter, god made us naked
After the fishes eat, they swim for fun
We’re living, lucky, all under the sun
After all is said and done we are one
So let us past on our positive chi
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 1:17 AM UTC
I play drums until my drum sticks break
Hitting the melody on every beat that breaks
starting a rhythm of revellers in Harlem shake
Like Kelis, I bring the girls to my yard after a date and a twerk
We flossing to a drum roll, and we clap
kick drum cues the end with a tap of a hi-hat
Wake up in the morning in bed
Wearing a Bugs Bunny onesie and a top hat
Did this really happen?
I don't know?!
Wondering about my pillow
With splinters and the broken drum sticks
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
Just like the sun
Your hot
Your love lights me up
Just like the sun
You keep me warm
All year round
I rip my heart in half
And give you the other half
I tear my soul in half
And give you the other half
Hoping that we become one
Heart and soul together
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 11:28 PM UTC
Imagining a person in their profession
They’ve been on many a rescue mission
Or have to subdue and interview for a confession
Cannot wait for an intermission
The postman arrives, delivers a box of state ACME Gadgets
What can tetra do PC W5050 & DCI Punter
Police laughs, secret views, lives on TV console, bets
Poor, watching football, goals influenced by crowd control
Referred to the doctor, while the wager spread like a deadly virus
No worries the medical swore an oath, they’ll save us
Artful disorders, coded discussions, with hypnotic waffle
Father’s of lies, controlling the innocents, hiding in brothels
V2k conspiracy plans in victims head, coinciding with conscious torture
Police use to read people’s brain in bed, that is now part of psychiatry’s game
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 10:05 PM UTC
I have seem many faces
From the video bases
Transmission from the picture places
Is HD quality of the beauty kisses
That affection is even braver, sweeter
Similar to viewing a world wonder
Every reflection, vision is a perfect ponder
My visions of your vision
Is the perfect completion
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 3:44 PM UTC
Government regulators attempted to **** me
God's angels are the people that saved me
They created the problem buy giving the Dr the key
Escapades that spiralled like a birch tree
To suppress confessions and evidence
People were given unwanted medicine
Some ran but caught by the magnet resonance
Others 6 feet under, blessed by a church eminence
God help! Sadists and cannibals eat patients
Colluding in auditory nerves in acoustic vibrations
They are the nations NHS saviours
When people suffer they have secret celebrations
Looking for the innocent soul
Destroying with false reports and a troll
Exploiting every loophole
Services and public on a sly payroll
Pseudo science disease is a abomination
That of mental illness to the nation
That has brain washed the population
Truth will singe psychiatry to decimation
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 8:22 PM UTC
Backed and sponsored by the cabinet
Our heads on the server and internet
BCI experiments while we're under the duvet
Foot-soldiers follow orders on their handset
Rockwell is not paranoid
They've seen us on the TV,
iPad, iPhone, and Android
The BCI app that makes us annoyed
Please God, destroy that satellite with an android
My doctor is like Sigmund Freud
Give him the anti psychotic steroid
For making money off the unemployed
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 9:33 AM UTC
I am so sick that I feel
I am so sick that I hear
I am so sick that I smell
Sick of the patented experience
I am so insane I can read books
I am so insane I can converse
I am so insane I can see
Insane because of pseudoscience
I am mentally ill because of what I hear
I am mentally ill because of what I write
I am mentally ill because of what I see
Mentally ill because of segregation & isolation
I am mad because of audio software
I am mad because of video software
I am mad because of editing software
Mad because of channels & mixers in a studio
We are sane because of witnesses
We are sane because of kindness
We are sane because of love
Sane because of strangers
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 6:58 PM UTC
Everybody needs a *****
No thanks I can create on my own
My idiosyncratic thinking
Is bouncy as the suns atom
Looking for a reason to capitalise
On mind control apparatus
But read on please you
Can become my apprentice
Because this poetry can heal
Dimensions of the brain
A poetic analeptic that heals
When feeling down at heel
The bidirectional pulse wave
Of another person is not a desire
My encephalon is creative
Enough to excite you on the microwave
So adjust the frequency
Even try shortwave to find life
In space because this poet
Has no ***** dependency
My style is cramped with the BCI
Purloin’s my opportunity
To be unique in writing
Being a survivor & spry
The invasion of privacy is deplorable
Taking advantage of the poor you do
You have privacy so should I too
Reading people’s brain is irreconcilable
Don’t need two people to write a pen
I don’t want to be a ***** in the pig sty
And get ***** with other ranks of pigs
Every person’s brain is a personal den
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC