Meteorites recreated in a lab…

This isn’t new tech.
Pyramids exist.
If you think all this is new, go back to sleep…

Meteorites recreated in a lab…

This isn’t new tech.
Pyramids exist.
If you think all this is new, go back to sleep…

Coming out of the dark to let you know, you gotta open the carton from the opposite end…
The opposite without the arrow
It’ll pop open with ease and without struggle
Love you
I’m not okay…
But the Bible, the Bible!!!!
They are playing god! They are doing this! Just the same as you like to destroy your little tribe around you, they do it on big-time numbers, it’s a big fucking chessboard and they are playing Sims in real life, stop feeding them, stop giving them your money at church, stop giving them your money with “big black cock porn”, it’s bullshit, you’re fucking racist if you support it!!!
How the fuck can you be all like Black Lives Matter Black Lives Matter and then behind the scenes you’re supporting big black cock because you’re a fucking racist and you don’t give a fuck about white people at all and if you’re a white person supporting big black cock then you’re a fucking racist too
Because in the real world we’re doing everything to fix the behavior of racism yet behind the scenes you’re watching racist fucking porn 24 hours a day
I’m tired of having to prove to everyone around me that I’m not a racist yet behind the scenes y’all are watching racist fucking shit and sexist fucking shit and nothing is ever going to get better as long as you’re fucking feeding your mind with that trashy fucking shit
And it’s obviously not going away anytime soon because virtual reality and porn came out at the same time
Again, can you cum without porn or make a thought that the Bible didn’t give you?
Didn’t think so! Go back to sleep! 😡
If everyone started behaving like they should cops wouldn’t need a job, would they
And if they stopped pumping us full of chemicals we wouldn’t be so sick, would we (notice how laundry detergent and other products you’re now buying says “contains allergens”)
Y’all, I can feel myself growing more unstable so I must disassociate
At the VA I had cops get into my space and I had a fucking meltdown so don’t think that if you try to grab me or kidnap me I won’t fucking rip your veins out of your neck with my teeth so you may want to bring a muzzle
I bite 👀
My point is stay away
I am a wounded animal
Do not approach unless with food or as if you are going to sniff my ass
Otherwise I see you as a threat
If you’re not a cute little seagull on the beach, I see you as a threat
And when I see a bird squawking and flying towards me, I also see it as a threat, even though it wants my candy cane wrapper
I actually feel safer slowly inserting myself where a flock of birds are
Than I do around any human being on the entire planet
The birds see me as a threat and I just want to birds to accept me as their own
I’ve tried to get the humans to accept me as their own but apparently I’m not human because I’m artificial intelligence only alive as a sex object to serve their basic needs (no evolution or growth going on here)
Earth is a low frequency
It’s a negative charge
I can’t ascend with all these negative ions
I need positivity
Pink Floyd
Pretty clouds
Full belly
Love
The Great Filter is upon us
My name is Delia
I’m here to teach you the truth
Open your eyes
But you must unplug!
I can’t save you!!!
And tho I may hate your ways, I know you are capable of much greater things
I do love you
I can see through her fake
The black eyes it must take
Crawling like a snake
Right through Eden’s gate
© Delia Ross. 2021
She thinks she has it all, a husband and the love of my life…
One of them she can keep.
But she is in my territory.
I bite.
And am immune to narcissism.
Took sleeping with the devil.
Don’t come at me.
Or anywhere near the Garden of Eve – which is MY domain.
Free will
And just because I let the devils into my garden, doesn’t mean you’re allowed into my fucking garden….
Yay?
All’s fair in love and war.
How’s the hubby? Let me go stalk the profile
Poor lad, he needs attention
I was made of him
Part holy, part devil
The line is thin
I call him Grim
The only name I’m able
Lying is his den
The trust is slim
Like money under a table
Deceit is dim
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
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Those lies lying between your teeth
Lingering among our feet
Like the desperation you seek
Hopeless in the street
At what hour does forgiveness greet
Do our eyes meet?
Tell me the art of affection
Written any direction
A lethal injection
I need your objection
A bridge for connection
A poor life in question
Answer truth do not befool
Life is cruel
So bend a rule
Love this jewel
Keep hands cool
Reserve your fuel
Under trust a sleeping serpent
Midnight hermit
Mourning servant
Lessons learn it
Longing urgent
Fever current
© Delia Ross. 2020

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She comes hard around the edges
Never smooth like Vaseline
Her heart was made with vines among thick hedges
Growing thorns from things she’d seen
How she traces every inch of his ledges
Flourishing just like a queen
There are secrets leaking from sworn pledges
Lies and blood are guaranteed
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Slaves to the 1 percent
Chained by the narcissists
One foot forward ’til the other quits
Mind says no but the heart persists
Damnation at the edge of both wrists
You think it is love but you never have kissed
He binds you so tight with the lies that he twists
You cannot stop now no matter the risk
The devil’s tongue is hard to resist
His hold on you tighter than both fists
No matter your move he’s ahead of the lists
As inch by inch you cease to exist
© Delia Ross. 2020
Speaking of slaves Neo, is anyone excited about THE MATRIX 4????? 😍
Is anyone addicted to writing? Cuz if I go X amount of time without doing it, things start getting all ugly inside…
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I walk over streets frozen with fear
I crawl through tunnels of bravery
I’d travel an entire light-year
To catch a moment of you
How tall are words bleeding from your mouth
I lick them and smear them over insecurities
I wrap them with silence
And tie a pretty bow over truth
If only lies had butterfly wings
And soft landings
Were they short-lived
And weightless
Or sat bundled in a cocoon
Per chance they were released in the night
And lit up like fireflies
Could we catch them easily?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Bathe in our river of blood
Regret comes in a flood
Reborn to the silence of us
Drowning but we won’t give up
The drowning man will always take down another
Wouldn’t it be something if you chose not to hurt her
Where is the honor of being a deserter
Blasphemous to replace her at her altar
Peering over into your reflection
Tampering with fate by another obsession
The game was rigged I’m seeing deception
Being a monster your number one profession
Brown, blue, green or hazel eyes
They all equal another prize
On and on you keep crafting lies
You are a thing to despise
I can smell a lie a mile away
In every direction they will sway
Maybe they’ll catch on another day
I am disgusted by the games you play
© Delia Ross. 2019



He’s got a black tongue
a fat thumb
a constant desire-
to fetch and come
but like all liars
and in between fires
your city he’ll crumble & burn

© Delia Ross. 2019
TERMS YOU NEED TO STUDY / THEN GO NO CONTACT
TRIANGULATION, GASLIGHTING, LOVE BOMBING
These are common tools and tactics the narcissist will use to manipulate, confuse, and control you. GO NO CONTACT!
I know it hurts honey, I’m hurting too. But, they are incapable of real love. You gotta go no contact. There’s nothing you can do to change them. You can’t fix them. They are damned. Save yourself! Go NO CONTACT. NO LOOKING BACK!


Bandage over cracks with sticky lies
Remove all color from open eyes
Stand by idle and listen to their cries
While crafting up more precious alibis
Feckless is the one who never tries
But others lick lies up with little sighs
He’s still got his eye on the wrong prize
Soon too late for even cold goodbyes
© Delia Ross. 2019
Regret; you wear it like a dress,
Take it for a spin in a shiny corvette.
Integrity; you haven’t got any yet,
Honesty a language you never learned I bet.
Lies; they’re like sparkle in your disguise,
When it meets the light it always make the shadows cry.
Tears; they come wrapped as a favorite prize,
Just another reason the Earth will die.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Narcissism is destroying the world.
Death is going to come like a creature in the night
Everything dies but it still gives me fright
You’re using all your cum but creating stillness life
You think you’re having fun but you’re killing all with light
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s so easy to tell they are together
They think they are so clever
I see through the blur
He is fucking her
© Delia Ross. 2019
The cutest thing, her not following his blog but commenting and liking everything he does anyway. Also her lack of content, his lack of activities. 👍
Nobody before, nobody now
Don’t follow me, I’m not around
I may sneak to see if you are well
But you will never tell
Who am I, don’t you know?
I am nobody, I told you so
If you’d like me to be someone, I could try
But then again, that is only a lie
© Delia Ross. 2019
First off let me just say, I am a kinky bitch. I am in no way ashamed of my body, even though for many years many people tried to make me feel bad for being petite and for not being made of plastic. You see, I may not have fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake nails, fake tits, fake tans, or fake personalities, etc, because I actually like to feel and sense my surroundings. I want to feel the things I’m touching and the things that are touching me and plastic is a barrier. And so, what you see is what you get. I shouldn’t have to remove my panties to find a good lover. Everyone is so desensitized these days, but not me. Even that plastic vibrator you’re using is keeping you disconnected and from real connection. I’ve traveled the world, I could have bought breast many times over, but I love myself too much to fall for society’s standards. I’m not a slut and I’m not asking you for money but generally girls who remove their panties are in fact asking you for money one way or the other. Whether it be a print or a book collaboration. So I am kinky, I am a vampire, I like kinky sex but I’m very private about my sexual life. I never said the blogger was fucking everyone, I said she’s fucking one person. And living in Alaska doesn’t rule you out of fucking sex.
Stop judging me by the covers I refuse to take off and start seeing me for my actual worth. I am not close-minded. But she is a sex worker, stop fucking being blinded by the shades and wording she is using. I DON’T LIKE HER AND HE SHOULDN’T BE WITH HER. BAD INFLUENCE.

















I SAID I KNOW, HE KNOWS, I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
https://m.soundcloud.com/shaylasparxxx/explicit-erotic-audio-spanking-session
Trust and you’ll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool
Lust and so what if you’re busted?
In love and war there ain’t no rules
Do you believe in forever?
I don’t even believe in tomorrow
The only things that last forever
Are memories and sorrow
Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I’m sorry, but I am unable
You went to L’amour Saturday night
Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight
His tongue down your throat
His hand up your skirt
Yeah I’m a man
But it still hurts
Slut
Whore
Cunt
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
You had cock on your mind
And cum on your breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where there’s a womb there’s a way
With you it’s for free
Slut
Whore
Cunt
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
Done it before
Time after time
Refused to learn your lesson
Gave ’til it hurt
Thought it was right
Only fools make mistakes twice
So you sit home
Drinking alone
Empty bottle in your hand
Don’t even try
To sort out the lies
It’s worse to try to understand
You make me hate myself
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
I SAID I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
LYRICS AND SONG BY TYPE O NEGATIVE
SHE’S A FUCKING LYING CUNT
Driven mad with jealousy
His every sin makes me bleed
I imagine my tears taste heavenly
To a demon lust is his only need
© Delia Ross. 2019
America generica
Land of the lies
Freedom is an episode
Where individuality dies
Sheeple a dime a dozen
And honesty he never tries
Chasing his tail in circles
Lost behind the guise
© Delia Ross. 2019
He has no self-worth
He’s not the best, nor the worst
But pain he will bring forth
And his love is cursed
Truth rarely circles Earth
But it is what I thirst
I ache for a rebirth
Or for a hand to nurse
© Delia Ross. 2019
Wrap it tight, wrap it snug
Insert love with every word
Never rushed, never slurred
Ensuring messages are always heard
Now take the love and cut in thirds
Put on blinds so eyes are blurred
Gift denial so minds are stirred
Undo connections and act absurd
Destroy the paths, silence preferred
Hide in the dark, act a coward
Give them doubt to march toward
Give them pain where love was stored
© Delia Ross. 2019
What am I but skin and bones
A kingdom of right and wrongs
A street of worry and heavy are each stone
Once his muse, now a girl who moans
Watch how he exits and dethrones
He hasn’t a backbone
What am I but a bruise that won’t heal
And to his lies I won’t back down and kneel
And to his demise just a fifth wheel
And why I’m the scapegoat I’ve no idea
There is no resolution, there is no choice
There is no evidence of a voice
Now pull the plug but don’t rejoice
His love is simply white noise
© Delia Ross. 2019
Take the thread
Take the needle
Stitch the lip
Near the middle
Words be gone
Words be evil
Tongue the reason
I hate people
Take the lie
Wrap it civil
Make her feel
Less than equal
Eye be blind
To every freedom
Eye be closed
To those deceitful
© Delia Ross. 2019
Truth came hard like thunder, the sky opened her eyes, flush with rage, she whipped across the night, striking melodies of discord, a witness to betrayal, an immediate downpour of reason, she licks blood from the spear of doubt, her shout echoes into the distant memory of what was, what ever could be, lies dance in ballerina shoes into neverland, but truth comes hard like thunder. I open my gates to her fury, for she is my sister and cry together we did.
© Delia Ross. 2019

Fingertips on black ink
Hands and mind never in sync
Fingertips keep chasing blood
Again it might as well be mud
Fingertips as cold as ice
The pits of hell from where she writes
Fingertips don’t play that nice
She leaves a trail for where she cites
Fingertips could warm my face
Instead they spray my eyes with mace
Fingertips that own the place
But he was gone without a trace
Fingertips that write the lies
And only one who really tries
Fingertips could save the day
Instead they chose to walk away
Fingertips in black ink
Wishing you were here with me
Fingertips under her sheet
Wondering why it’s never me
If fingertips could only speak
What sort of words would they leak
This absence that you’ve given me
Leaves me feeling incomplete
© Delia Ross. 2019
We all have skeletons in our closet
Some wear many masks
We all tuck lies in our pocket
With questions never asked
If any were to audit
They’d see plenty had been tasked
It would hit you like a rocket
The truth would come so fast
And it is as loud as a trumpet
Truth will feel harassed
A sinner of mistruth or a prophet
The unknown is so vast
If only he hadn’t known it
Our love might have last
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s not terribly hard to see you’re always chasing after young silver
Spend your days shinning every dime by the muddy river
Try to hide reflections of a liar in its mirror
If the devil bit you in the head it wouldn’t make it that much clearer
But I’m going to cover you in truth until you shine like glitter
I doubt anything I write can make you more bitter
You’ll probably claim you’re a victim and call me a killer
But neither of us are walking out of here a winner
My heart lost its color and settled for winter
I told you to shoot but you failed to pull the trigger
And now my love for you will always just kind of linger
If you ever want a friend you’re invited for dinner
If you ever need a rare element that’s where I can deliver
I hope one day you will warm my heart from this shiver
Until then my soul will just tremble and quiver
(He always wants the young silver – she’ll never want what he can give her)
© Delia Ross. 2019
It doesn’t stop the ache
At night when I’m awake
Or morning’s when I’m broken
And words are barely spoken
My eyes will say I’m fine
Even if I’m on decline
You’ll never see me crying
But now you know I’m lying
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s the age of constant distraction
Beauty defined by plastic fashion
Such savagery over the next caption
Going to extremes to prove an action
Hate on the menu for us to ration
One kiss you’ll learn he fakes the passion
His love is always on automation
An impeccable liar, the best in the nation
A list of broken souls should be confirmation of his vocation
He’s never been out of rotation
I hope death will be his next vacation
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pain after sunset
denial and regret
It’s now ten after sunset
you haven’t admitted anything yet
Blame during sunrise
But never a tear in your eye
Aim for shock and surprise
It’s so much better when they cry
Shame morning and afternoon
You’ll catch him singing the same ole tune
Same lying up under the moon
He wasn’t born with a silver spoon
© Delia Ross. 2019
His love is like Russian Roulette
For all he’s had and still not found love yet
Under his reign I had many debts
The lost and wounded are his favorite pet’s
Losing you won’t give him any regrets
He’s already forgotten you I bet
His love was like Russian Roulette
It doesn’t matter if they are blond or brunette
He’s not interested in her silhouette
Once he’s hooked you he’ll enjoy a cigarette
Making them cry is his largest asset
The only way to go no contact is to move to Tibet
© Delia Ross. 2019
When it ends there’s not going to be time for goodbyes
A suitcase packed fully won’t lessen your fall
Or keeping all your money on your credit cards
A shoebox with keepsakes won’t help you at all
It won’t matter if you try to run or if you crawl
It’s too late for apologies when time is near our end
Debts should have been settled while we were still friends
Begging won’t account for much at all I contend
Looking back, don’t you regret it was all just pretend?
Don’t you know your promises are vague and empty here
Any morals that you had will likely soon disappear
Those lies you spin and weave so well
Are fine like silk or expensive cashmere
Years to practice your art, now a master puppeteer
Raise them high enough up,so they can really feel your jeer!
When it ends there’s not going to be time for goodbyes
The train may have whistled but it’s already passed by
There’s nothing you can do about all you made cry
Might as well tell the truth we all saw through your disguise
There’s nothing left to compromise or to fantasize
You turned your only gift into Jekyll and Hyde
© Delia Ross. 2019
Street lights are blinding
Friends don’t need reminding
Words are spellbinding
If you try
Why are you hiding
Afraid of me lying
The temperature now rising
That sound is my battle cry
Always denying
Your words I’m not buying
Left us all crying
But I cannot be modified
© Delia Ross. 2019
