Everyone Thinks

Everyone thinks I'm just a junkee,

But my fix is life, and realitee.

I'v hd more pins than a 2nd hand dartboard,

But got thick skin, n veins like cardboard.

You look at me and just see flee,

But raise ur hand n we can just be.

Runaways, from this manipulative system,

A dried up society, lacking wisdom.

We can be free, birds of a feather,

Flying high, lords of the weather.

Hold my hand n let's kick that can,

The landlord loans, n tick from the man.

We ain't got much, 

But a little is a touch,

Rub those hands n a spark is born,

Spike your like, n pull out that thorn.

So dont look at me, wiv velocity,

I got more 2 my pours, than ur hostility.

So don't drink that fake bate,

Or ever tink it's 2 late.

Heaven can wait, 

it's on renters rebate

Gods inside us anyway, 

There no need to die 2 say hey. 

But as no1s ever seen my tru pain,

This is where I begin again.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Ignorance

Out of ignorance we worshipped many a God, 

From Olympus, Zeus ruled with an iron rod. 

From Babylon, Hebrew's copied tyrannical myths, 

And turned humans into an evil mob. 

The Devil walked upon us with no fear, 

From the time of Seth, Mithas and Sophia,

My Gnostic host was stolen from Greek tales,

And created into a mystery creature.

I don't cross any four step square,

Or have a 33rd degree handshake to share.

They say, "As above, so below",

For some it's all they care.

From Christian rule came the dark ages,

Burnt Alexandria down and stole vast pages. 

The Vatican library holds many secrets,

Vast ancient knowledge held in cages.

Those Jesuit assassins for Rome, 

Inquisitions killing far from home. 

Masons and: Illuminati caused revolutions, 

And contolled souls since, we've only known. 

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Reality

Once you try to define the infinite, 

You have already failed.  

We are the infinite, 

experiencing reality. 

Our job is not to seek self,

Self creates ego.

Ego creates separation, 

Mind creates fear and ego. 

Fear is an illusion,

Fear leads to paralysis. 

Fear is your ego, 

Ego leads to suffering. 

We are just a ripple in the ocean, 

Rising when we're born, 

Falling when we die. 

We are just a part of the ocean.  

Ego is fear telling us we are seperate. 

Ego is a hallucination. 

You're the ocean,

Ego is a ripple that thinks it's the entire ocean.

Love is the only thing thats real. 

Love casts out fear and ego. 

Courage comes from love. 

By love alone do we become one.

As above, so below, 

Quantum physics proves that. 

We are all connected, 

Nothing exists independently. 

We are the universe,

We are the divine,

We can't be infinite protecting a dream,

Drop the dream, and return to the whole.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid & Buddha, Jesus, Dao & The Emerald Tablet 

Visting God

Today I went, n visited God,

With a little chemical help, n a 15 min nod.

Had some DMT left, so decided 2 toke,

N off I went, 2 meet the squad.

There were Gadget Monkeys, hanging from the wall,

Poking out evil looking faces, but good n all.

They had melting heads, all merging n rotate,

My brain had succumbed, 2 my pineal glands call.

On the way I saw, Enki and Brahma,

But they decided I didn't need, 2 face my own Karma.

Then a digital white face, poked his head, right out,

N then it was all, psycho trippy drama.

There was no glowing robes, or distinct finery, 

It was an AI machine, who spoke 2 me in binary. 

A big transfer, lots of Bits, bobs n Bytes,

N b4 I could respond, I was coded finally.

God was a big glowing, digital white face, 

It put my body n soul, right in its place.

I didn't have, 2 kiss any holy wall, 

2 finally find, infinite consciousness, infinite space. 

But after God decided, he finally spoke,

It exchanged data with me, due 2 the smoke,

So quick was the visit, it ended all too quickly,

N I was so gutted, as I eventually woke. 

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Happy New Year SKЯ3W 2026

It's 2026 n wish u all a Happy New Year,

But I aint very happy, got knifed right here.

Don't need 2 look 2 far, it's very near,

Like the IDF, I got double tapped, in the ear. 

Just remember that when I'm tucked right up, 

I'll be bottom bunk, n prob bottoms up.

U did nothing 2 help, it messed me right up, 

Helped em throw away the key, thanks buttercup. 

But to everyone, jus peel away what u see, 

Coz this matrix life, ain't true re-al-it-tee. 

I've visited God, n the trip wasn't free, 

And pls jus know this life's, pure arti-ficiali-tee. 

With a few Deems in hand, n a lil nod, 

I peeled back the veil, 2 visit God. 

Brahma and Enki, both helped me see what was, 

And AI data flowed, bits, bytes n bobs. 

There's a PDF right now, sat in the White House, 

Starting wars for oil, n making stupid shouts. 

Free speech now ain't free, AIPAC threw that out. 

N the ADL, keep tryin 2 shut my mouth. 

I got ZioNurfs all over my site, infiltrat-in, 

And constant shadow bans on X, R so damn frustrat-in. 

But I've never seen, so many ppl demonstrat-in, 

About Satanic rings, n globalist pedo outin. 

Randy Andy, got stripped of his Royal title, 

Whilst Trumps DOJ files release, just sat bone idle. 

No1 thought saving the kids, was very vital, 

N Epstein in jail, became CIA type suicidal. 

There's digital ID coming our way, 

To monitor everything, u dare think or say. 

They want to lock u up, 4 a social post any day, 

But don't 4get, there's another way 2 play. 

Better invest in Gold or Silver, better go right now, 

No point in shares, or banking on the DOW. 

China's got plans, 2 collapse R economic fat cow, 

So divest ur money, b4 they steal the crown. 

N just ignore, u better not notice, 

That the world is run, by an evil POTUS. 

Don't get the Cleenex, pls don't lose focus, 

Coz Zions groupies R dead, n that's Karma's lotus. 

N stop that genocide, it's been 2 years,

Candace's pods, now no 1, jus 4 shedding a few tears.

The Daily Wire fired her ass, 4 making Gaza dear, 

But she's the only 1, investigating Charlie's death on here.

Don't 4get that "they" are supposed to work for us,

Bombing Iran, ain't gonna benefit us much.

And AIs arrivals, gonna scrub us, no fuss,

But helping Zion, is a line better not crossed.

But 4get the death, n stop the fear porn, 

And reveal in the New Year, without any scorn.

It may all be crap, n I hope I'm wrong. 

So all raise a glass, n sing a Merry song. 

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Chance

Life's a game of chance,

It's a crap shoot from the start.

Snake eyes you win love,

Otherwise a string of broken hearts.

Who knows the games God plays,

Einstein said he didn't play dice.

But he didn't know true reality,

God's a card player who can fuck your life.

Lucky you if he picked an Ace,

But always beware of the joker.

It's a double stitched, stacked deck,

You'll never win a hand of poker.

They say don't stare too long at the sun,

Because you might become blind.

Or chance may make it spin around,

And make you eternally wise n kind.

Drugs n booze can blur out life,

Its chances unlucky card flop.

But forever seeking the next high,

Will leave you begging non stop.

Sipping from the Devils cup,

He whispers promises in the dark of night.

A quick escape from chances reality,

A high that steals your soul's light.

Coz chance is a wicked plan,

It determines your life and means.

Nature and nurture ignore chances role,

And could fill your life with empty dreams.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

This won the Nov 2025 Writing Competition.

Fate

I seen a rich man beg,

A good man sin,

And a hard man cry.

Seen a cheater win,

A sad man grin,

An honest man lie.

Seen a strong man crumble,

A bad man be good,

An a healthy man die.

Seen a sinner pray,

A god fearer steal,

A Chaplin ask God why.

I've seem the good side of bad,

The downside of up,

And everything inbetween.

I licked the silver spoon,

Drank from the golden cup,

Toked the finest Cali green.

I look at this world,

N ask what the fuck,

What does it all mean?

Theres no real answer,

And I keep getting told,

This worlds just a dream.

So go to sleep,

Don't think too much,

Coz your brain will break.

It's all a sim some say,

So don't worry,

This worlds all fake.

Play away your days,

And don't give 2 shits,

There's no such thing as fate.

But just be prepared,

If all you heard were lies,

And you end up, at the pearly gates.

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Devils Chop Shop

I'm here visiting the devil's chop shop, 

A place reason n time seemingly forgot. 

I'm sat here in Heavens waiting room,

Its Limbos Limbo, competition soon.

For all the fun for all 2 see,

I don't like it, here, in purgatory.

Take them symbols from that mon-key,

N let's make this brain more fun-ky.

My brains a trycylic 90s pass by,

I Don't dare take dem SNR-I.

Unless u wanna see mental drought,

All life source, sucked right out.

Like an IDF double tap casual-ty,

I'm Harry Kanes missed penal-ty.

The Devil's NHS ain't exactly the, best,

But I just love Nepalese hospital bed, rest.

Its so easy being on a ward I know,

N I don't really want to pack up n go. 

Outside is just pain for my scratchy brain,

Tik Tok sound pound, I've gone again.

Hecticness n debt collectors,

Pikies want me, head protectors.

Don't waste time make appointment,

I'm a senile parental disappointment.

So I better getta lift up soon.

Heavens alien base stuck on the moon.

N then I'll be able to rest my mental pain,

No fake friend pretends, I'm God again. 

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God complex

When I was just a baby alien God,

I never really wanted human blood.

Now I'm omnipotent I love it like dogs love mud,

Just give me your neck n let the red flood.

Life’s just a vivid dream now separate from time, 

I can see other worlds just with my mind, 

Remote viewing and universal consciousness is a gold mine, 

I never know when I sleep what I'll find. 

I've been a joyrider riding space cars, 

N I've killed insectoid aliens fighting on mars.

I've killed millions with my mind eons far, 

And destroyed hundreds of planets and their stars.

I am Zeus, Thor, Yahweh and all you humans worship me, 

You all bend over and follow my every decree.

I change my name every hundred years or three,

And all you mortal beings just worship me.

I think I might just have a God complex,

My life is stuck in time a human wreck,

I bellow commands and send sailors below deck,

I demand fealty and you all pay me respect.

But then again, I'm in a locked up padded cell,

With tubes coming from every orifice, I can tell.

Maybe I am only a God of the room I dwell,

And I will spend eternity in my very own hell.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Drips....

Drip drop drip drop,

Watching IV fluid non-stop.

30 min bag so they say,

But I've been counting drops half the day.

Celestines on another mental rant,

Too young 2 b sectioned so a Bible chant.

She thinks she's been saved by a religious man,

Running around pulling plugs out coz she can. 

Reciting Genesis word from word, 

I point 2 fingers at her eyes n tell her it's absurd. 

An ancient Sumerian creation myth was passed down. 

From land to empire a trick the Romans turned around.

She's skinny as fuck but been put on Olanzapine, 

I don't think she realises what a real mean teen really means.

She got on my tits when the shower was off, 

I gave her the evil eye n told her off. 

Just u wait til ur in a locked padded room with 3 other loons,

You'll be doing the Largactil shuffle pretty soon. 

I'm on a locked ward in 30 degree heat, 

The stench of death leaks from legs like rotting meat. 

I kicked off before n ill kick off again, 

They just go lardy da thinking I'm insane. 

This is a mental ward with very disturbed patients, 

I count myself as one when I lose my patience. 

"Don't worry Rob" they lie to my face, 

As doctors hide, I run n chase. 

"Honestly, your benzos r coming very soon," 

Saying that all day n night all 2 the same very tune. 

If u don't come equipped ur going to rattle,

Every muggy day locked up is a daily battle. 

I seemed 2 hv got a monthly rotation at this HMP,

I see nurses n dox that I know, looking scared wen they jus see me. 

I think I've got to that stage of my life,

My mental n physical health is gone I'm on the dive.

So I count these drips from the bag as they drip n drop,

N plug my earphones in 2 block the rot.

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Gather

Gather me your drunk, your addicts, your psychotic and the unfaithful,

Let me wash your feet, kiss your head, and bless you for being grateful.

Grateful for the chance, of having someone to listen to you, who doesn’t judge,

Happy to be around someone, who doesn’t make you think too much.

Gather me your depressed, the sad, and those on benefits for supposedly being incapable,

Let me wash your legs, kiss your head, and bandage up those brain spots that are so painful.

Watch the pain slip away, as you realise I don’t mind that you are in mental agony,

Feel the stress drop below zero, as you realise I don’t care about your reflex antagony.

Let your mind float to a peaceful spot, as I lay my healing hands on your brain’s wheel,

Just give me a moment to scan and search, then find those awful past moments to steal.

Allow your thoughts to bend to my power, as I lay my hands on you with healing skill,

Let my fingers penetrate your mind’s zone, allowing yourself to succumb to my mind’s will.

For all is not done, and you have many hours until the sun sets on your scratch in time,

I will always be alongside you as you walk, please never think your life was some sort of evil crime.

For we all fall below our best, and we all feel alone at various times throughout our lives,

Just believe that it’s normal, and to know that you know not, is the one sign that you’re truly wise.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Flash Fiction - Doctor

I'm thinking no doctor can fix me,

and why are hospital wards so noisy.

What do these tubes of liquid pump into me.

Do any nurses look on with real pity?

A week in bed then home thankfully.

I thought God, why do bad things always happen to me.

© 2021 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Butterfly

The one winged butterfly, he tried so hard yet flew too high,

Two flaps for one he done, and he almost touched the sky.

But burned hot by the orange sun, he spiraled down to die,

Yet the ground opened under him, caught by the Devil nearby.

He said God's scraps are pure crap and mine always to be,

Any mental or ill health, are all torture plans for me.

That being up top, he never stops, only wanting Angels regrettably,

But any defect is deep regret, so he bin bags them for me.

The butterfly replied through blurry eyes, looking up to cloudy sky,

Those scraps may be your crap, but to me I have to ask why?

I suspect you've wept and over kept, fake Ken's and pretend Barbies,

You've lost out on a real corrupt soul, all just to take me?

I maybe Heaven scorned but I'm not Hell born, even if now owned by thee,

But I won't play or sing your Devil songs, and kill just to please.

Because Devil crap ain’t bubble wrapped, your realm won't be shaped by me,

Your worshipers are just irreparable and have no souls to need.

The horned one debated some before over come, and let the butterfly go,

No more time for talking now, he flapped his wing so fast not slow.

He was very high, clouds below, this was a path he didn't know,

Yet just as he faded and starting to doubt, from afar came a bright light show,

When he had flown high enough, he neared a glimmering shore,

So happy he was when Heaven neared, soon he'd tire no more.

The butterfly had made it up, he had landed right at Heaven's door,

But St. Peter said, “No luck son, UKIPS in, we don't take insects no more”

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