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Andrew Rueter  Mar 2018
Cognition
Andrew Rueter Mar 2018
One day I met a titular telepath
That made me do social math
After I took a brief bubble bath
Underneath his heavy hovercraft
That submerged my brain
Allowing no sign of refrain
Only the pain
Of the stain
Of his Rorschach test
Filling inside my crest

You cast a spell of thought on me
When you walk by so haughtily
I can't think
Only drink
Your Kool-Aid
Of a fool's blade

It should be considered a crime
The way you control my mind
I feel so pointlessly paranoid
And it's not the ****
You travel to an abysmal void
I just follow your lead

I live in a world of mass media
But you cut off my streaming
So I guess I won't be seeing them
And I can focus on dreaming
Of an amazing life starring you
And introducing happiness
I don't care how it's reviewed
The critics negate sappiness

I'm so afraid you will get rid of me
While I sit under your guillotine
That can't reach me in your grasp
But if I ever leave it'll be in half
I'm trapped in a precarious position
That I fear will carry us to collision
I put my ear to the ground and listen
For an approaching stampede
That will steal my cognition
Will those wildebeest thieves
Make a deadly incision?
Barton D Smock Mar 2013
it occurs to me that my brother’s intermittent addiction to waiting caused him this insight: your real life comes true.  it occurs to me he remains a telepath.  a telepath whether or not I write as beautifully as he remembers.  he sleeps without a pillow claiming it gives his ear nothing to do.  he scratches his cheeks and says look at these they are the ribs of a pup I am caged in.  

     the future of war is war.
Connor Reid Jun 2014
Stabbing
microwave film tops
forks & one minute
standing
impatience
picking at his lips
marbled insipid midnight
on ovals
pleasant, reaching
inside
black duffle coats
right handed rural esteban
a bunch of oddfellows
lifted up
excursion
hugging abdomen
with an almost
cro-magnon embodiment
with no one to talk to
or company to speak of
brilliant matted darting
causing a spillage
loose putrid peppermint
buboes & femurs
have no presence
has no presence
burrowed
momentary malebogia
denizen
99' strange amounts
clean lived war memorials
the monetised crucifix
the earth is alive
shapeshifting, spasmodic
pleasant pleasant sound
loose dripping glue
chestnut hair
cider sipped walls
frosty jacks & contains
foamed **** arrayed myriad
sirens prune
telepath
twelve fragments
Approaching
Rick Warr  Aug 2016
jaded ...
Rick Warr Aug 2016
as the day has left me
love is still there
for special ones
I thank these inspirations
for love's desire
invigorates and sustains
this weary soul

So I look forward
to being together soon
with company
who make me whole

Now to croon this tune
to a crescent moon
to telegraph it
to telepath it
Just to do this lifts me up
I believe my targets get it
even if they don't know it

I'm a love transmitter
a shining sun
in a world that's done
having fun
because you have won
if you learn to love
Everyone
Written at the end of a long day
Elizabeth L Jan 2015
If I were in a fairytale, I'd be the knight to save the damsels in distress.

If I were the sandman I'd sprinkle so much sweet dreams into their eyes that they'd still see them when awake.

If I could stretch myself out enough I'd cover all the women of the world in a blanket of love and confidence.

If I were magnetic I'd hold back all of the knives they use to cut their tender skin.

If I were a telepath, I'd whisper to every girl who's ever cried, "you are wonderful."

If I were a mirror I'd show them all their best qualities, I'd show them how they look through the eyes of someone who loves them.

If I were a superhero I'd set out to save the world, or at least all of the sad and lonely girls in it.

If they'd let me, I'd give them my heart, or else teach them how to love themselves.

If I could teach enough girls how to love, then maybe one of them could learn to love me.
Telepathy is real if
you are in a mood. In a
mood telepath, the doctor
sees you. You go drunk. I
visited the dead boy. He
was a lost uncle and
stuffed. Another one.
One busted a lit dumb.
Around and up to sky
wizardry. The sword
plugged a ripple. Any
time smock was on
was there. So, we got
mustard toes on ick.
Check it fours collide, once I make crosses with my hand rides,
Two to the shoulder, one to the head and other at my waist, see the chase,
Lean on braille faith, books of holy words, I used em as swords,
Stab enemies, before they get near me, even if it's my own family,
Days of a benz, I thought of rolling in, but my conscious killed the trend,
Before the beginning, I saw the end, how can I find peace hidden within,
The state of society, at the hills of a destined fatality, cant even see reality,
Masked for tragedy, vaccine shots for everybody, times is crazy,
They **** people, but not the revolution, cant stop the pistols, from shooting,
Helgian dialectics, carefully selected, media inject it, people reject it,
That's how the psyops made to be projected, systems protected,
No overdraft fees, only people I see punished, is the working class see,
The bees done traveled a million miles, past the speed of light, float as a kite,
When I'm high on knowledge, giving a telepath, from the spiritual graphs,
Laid into my souls, feels of the unsaved souls, front page news articles,
Fake scripted miracles, free money for the people, high rise price principles,




I cant do fake ****, this ain't no tales from the crypt, but these words I'll encrypt,
Holy manuscripts, from the bloodline, of the apostle, to the modern day Aristotle,
Pack a pistol, just incase, I need a light show, I seal the fiasco, of pains merrygo,
They be like, there he go, yosef talking all that spiritual, ******* from the pits,
Of my brain, it's hard for me, focus in this day in age, shave too close, to the grain,
Now they mad, cuz I don't think the same, folks still in a childish range,
Acting they shoe size, by the time wake up, theyll be too dead, too realize,
They've been hypnotize, the stupidity of material desire, earth wind and fire,
Trailing ahead, see we living the days of Noah's bread, pieces chipped off,
These days everything is soft, dumb down generations, easy penetrations,
Tiktok is the newest plantation, slaves to the mind, of technology designs,
Got girls poping they behinds, got confusion running into the boys mind,
And at the same time, they say dont object her like a material design,
Real women replaced by trans, and vice versa, ***** and Gomorrah,
Just playing out the scorer, points to double clock paging the sorcerer,
Rebel civilian born to excel, took the Angel's pledge, creed of honor edged,

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