It's the Programming

Minds conspiring against souls

The plot eyes our thoughts until we're caught and bought and filled with holes

They tell us to behave, be brave, but cave when we should, it's understood, to be good

Cradle to grave

Don't upset the system, know the rhythm, keep in step right then left 

Don't stray, stay ...

with them

 it's the programming 

You can look but you don't see

You are not free, and you cave so easily

That's how you're programmed to be

We're piloting a suit, we're filled with light

Multidimensional being, grounded flight

Stuck in a looping fever dream, not freeing

The all is for us to be seeing

But we're Memed in a scheme

They tell us to fall in line, be kind, dull our minds, conform, be reborn

Be controlled by time

They're doxing and scamming

It’s the programming 

We're watching and Stanning 

stop the programming 

We're in this dream loop, a primordial soup

Find the truth, the force the source, the light

They cast spells, there's tells, ring the bells, fancy names, silly games, keep us all in hell

They illuminate, build a burg, for your heritage, disparity, no clarity, they call it liberty

We are light, there's no day or night, multidimensional, complex and simple, reignite 

Stop the programming 

Melinda Lantz-Theissen Marinko 

2025

Bubble Brain

There's gold and rubble,  in the bubble that holds my brain,

 A mask in the  mirror, then i hear her... she has my name.

Fear a ventriloquist, with mad skills, killing it ... talking out my ass,

Toxic thoughts contagious, Building cages,  can I walk it back? 

Lonely while surrounded, and grounded by my own projections,

Self-sabotage, camouflaged as self protection.

Turned trauma bonds into karma songs and cathartic tunes

My planted roots become my

 boots, and on the move I bloom 

Shoved out the nest, just puff your chest 

gravity doesn't care,

Lesson learned, no return,  wind in your hair.

When they teach, dont speak, never reach, life's a state of mind

Say your prayers, they become the stairs, and out the dark you'll climb.

Rise above, give the love and it will be okay

Hold my hand, understand

Tomorrow is a brand new day.

Endure some pain,  cant stop the rain, but we can move our feet

Truth not the blues and the path we choose, will set us free

We give crowns to clowns, that bring us down left seething.

Fall in line, never mind, Apologize for breathing 

Blood on denim, cans of venom, let the poison spray,

Different masks, passing flasks, that's the world today.

Where's your brave, your misbehave, c'mon we're leaving.

No time for war, or scores, years of grieving.

More damage, than a soul should manage, but it leads the way Wounded bafoon calls rape a swoon

Then he dries up the well 

Berates compassion, It's outta fashion, drive a clown car to hell.

Shoved out the nest, just puff your chest 

gravity doesn't care,

Lesson learned, no return, now it’s air you 

Rise above just love, it will be okay.

Tomorrow is a brand new day.

ksuM, & sraM, Prediction, or a "thought"

I think Elon is NOT actually planning on going to Mars,  he's been preparing for the apocalypse he has been a big part of accelerating the world into. Spreading his seed, building bunkers, stripping protections for the rest of us, teaching his AI robots combat. I've even heard he doesnt even own a house. The richest man doesn't own a house? Wait what? I always thought he couldn't be that smart if he wants to live on a planet that's uninhabitable.  But now I think, he never planned on going there. And with the shit most of the population will believe, without thinking for themselves,  he just used "going to mars" to cover up his preparations for when most of us are dead. 

Door Mouse

You think things could be worse then you reach for your purse assume it's a curse, this time not the first.

Follow the timex, navigate the complex, assume it's a hex, then step to the next.

Economic hit man what's your next plan come on give us a hand 

In a greenhouse, like a door mouse under house going south.

Then back barely forth, steady the course, head towards the north, reach for the source.

Engage in creation, feel stuck in a station, speak incantations, get lost in iteration. 

Life should be better, still under the weather,  let's break from the debtors, all stand together.

Under the house living hand to mouth come chase us out. 

In a greenhouse, like a door mouse under house going south.

Then back barely forth, steady the course, head towards the north, reach for the source.