A poem.

This is the chair

On the deck

Of the boat

Upon the sea

Where I sit

In the morning

As the sun

Begins its day.

There are times

When sitting

Is not so good


Back and forth

Again and again

In some desperate




In those moments,

Where the mind races



With difficult



Emotional content…

Sometimes, just ‘to be’ is the most difficult challenge of the moment…

About Timothytrespas

I am a victim of human experimentation MK-ultra mind control Morgellons nanotechnology syndrome & remote neural connectivity. I am an artist, inventor, musician, thinker, lover, human being who cares for all humanity & all life. I believe people should endeavor to live in peaceful cooperation rather than brutal waring survival of the most brutal. We live in a forced false-paradigm and I desire to wake people up from the 'trance hypnotic mind control programming' to the 'TRUTH of light and love'! Blessing and peace. Justice to all who suffer under tyranny. Compassion for all beings. May GOD have mercy on us all.
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1 Response to A poem.

  1. wolvergene10 says:

    I am a targeted individual too. Ringing in my ears. Patterns on my television. People parking outside my house blaring music. What did I do to these people? Someone told me to video these people and their cars. They drive away when I confront them, but when I go back in my house they come back.


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