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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
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
Saturday 08 May 2021, 0429
Raul M Murray Apr 30
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
Raul M Murray Apr 21
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
This poem has been edited by a unknown person. However the memory of why I wrote remains. I wrote this poem Sunday 10th August 2021 2014. The motivation is the young ladies that blew a kiss to me before my visual cortex was damaged, to show that people cared what I was suffering through mind control torture and experiments and research at my mother's home. Thank You All. God Bless You.
Raul M Murray Apr 13
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
Raul M Murray Apr 12
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
Some people in the past, present, and future will go life being used in research and experiments, for a period of time, some will be compensated others may never see their tormentor, others will be killed. For the people who have had such an experience.
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
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