Long Conspiracy Poems
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If on this planet
The secret of life had never been born
If evolution hadn't yielded humanity
If the Trojans had refused to accept
The gift of Greeks
And Brutus hadn't joined the conspiracy
To kill Caesar
If Pilate hadn't condemned Christ
And Henry the Eighth wasn't taken with Ann Boleyn
If the Church hadn't burned Giordano Bruno
And the sword of Laertes wasn't poisoned
If Columbus hadn't searched for India in the west
And de Grouchy's army wasn't late at Waterloo
If Hitler never had his crazy ideas
And communism had never become a suicidal monster
If men hadn't destroyed the planet on which they live
And nations were never divided
By religion, ethnicity and money
If you hadn't said "yes" to me
On that blessed early day
All in this world would have changed
And someone else
Different from me
Would be singing this song
Differently
Form:
I am Urundi, the daughter of a king,
I want to tell you a story about my destiny.
The king wanted a son, but mother had me.
She devised a plan before she would be hang.
She swop me for a farmer’s son,
That’s how the conspiracy begun.
I grew up as a farm girl but inside I know,
That’s not where I belong.
One day in the woods I met a handsome boy.
He was not dress ordinary like me,
But very rich indeed.
He send a servant to ask for help,
Because he fell of his horse and needs attention.
This was the beginning of our adventure.
As days go by, we will meet there,
And soon he invited me to a fair.
That day I learnt he was the prince of our land,
Immediately I could not see him and was ban.
He refused to sacrificed our relationship,
And it leads to his mother’s heart ship.
At the end she had to confess,
That I am actually the princess.
We got married in the woods,
And live happily as couples should.
Panic mongers, hate mongers,
traffickers in groupthink.
The key to the universe,
you must never let facts interfere
with all your
obsessive incessant fables.
You must never doubt the veracity of
of the latest tale of terror.
A secret Satanic elite of cannibalistic pedophiles,
All the liberals are in on it, don’t you know?
Soros and Gates in collusion.
Evangelical contagion,
the deep state under every bed,
the boogeyman behind it all.
Any questioner is complicit.
Any true believer will be saved.
Apophenia intoxication,
Donald Trump is your savior.
Your mind is malleable to malignancy,
It metastasizes in your trance.
The putrid contamination percolates
everywhere in deafening silence.
Each taste of QAnon venom,
Each flavor of terror,
seizes and imprisons the masses of minds
And if you listen, you will hear
the percussive funeral dirge
for the death of the civilized world.
I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck
Collateral damage feeds my reservation
I shore up my tomorrow with what I see today
Without conspiracy or investigation
I place trust in all that’s completely unfettered
For fear, I’m left to this present resignation
I shore up my life with whatever came before
Not hindsight or academic education
The oblivion traversed until I was born
Strings along primal echoes of information
I shore up my conscious with bliss and ignorance
Interspersed with indifference on occasion
It’s not I don’t care about suffering and death
Rather, I’m desensitised by their pervasion
I shore up my denial with an open mind
Which is nothing except raw interpretation
This planet spins correctly, even though tilted
Not by wishful thinking, but strange gravitation
I shore up my boredom, trying to fall asleep
When really tired, will attempt hibernation
Anything to forget this human condition
After remembering, I’m long past salvation
I shore up my heaven, by creating a hell
Balance looks more appealing, in an equation
Gaze upon purgatory, and share what I see
Not because I’m kind, it’s more my destination
I shore up this poem by claiming it’s my own
But in truth, it’s an open collaboration
I conspire with the musings of all that’s unclear
They dwell inside me, in flawless aberration
- - - - - - -
(And as the sky darkened I heard these words)
better to face hell alone ~ than bring the whole world along for the ride
said the moon eclipsing the sun ~ who replied son I’m right behind you
Eyes that can't see clearly,
Ears that can't hear keenly
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
I hated the moments you called me a boy that's dense...
It just doesn't make sense...
Hence, I think up on other notions...
Fenced in by my own ignorance
Hoping to gulp down solution-potions as soon as possible...don't be discouraged by the delighted demeanor of commotions (don't give up by the mere overload of fitting in, even if it means indulging in short-term satisfaction)
Yeah...let that sink in...
I made a lot of these lines up through thick and thin
I'm not bragging...I'm just relieved to let it all out
At least everyone who reads this know what I'm about...(glad that readers know my character)
Delete the history of sexual immortality that has been detected in my life, oh Lord Most High...
In other words, forgive me of my downfalls that took away my virginity of vitality
Truth hurts honestly...lies are fickle frankly - that, I can't deny or make up a white lie to try to cover it with a useless try
My lightbulbs of ideas are dimming as night unfolds into a brand-new morning...yay, yet another night of insomniac, maniac pleasure beyond measure...
Sorry, I can't help...
B-b-but be stimulated
I whisper and yelp...
From the inside, I am humiliated...jaded...hated...degraded by discouragement that has been anticipated (typical cycle of negativity that people with bipolar go through in some phases)
There's a light in goodbye
There's a twinkle in your eyes
Rumor has it that you've become so shy
There are truths behind the lies
Documents of deception have stimulated my utter humiliation (being misled by conspiracy theories has made me embarrassed)
Abashed to say the least...
These words are just not beast...
Maybe I'm just assuming again as usual
I'm just in need of God's faith fuel
I pray that all suffering ceases from the ones that deserve it
Because...not everyone will absorb this poem internally...they will take it as just-another **** fit
Sorry...I wrote and said so many bad words
I don't belong in the herd of good birds
I feel misunderstood...
My nature and my outlooks in reality is not always of good
Big Pharma
This world has become divided on what we believe.
Should we trust more in science and roll up our sleeve?
What is the truth, how can, we be sure?
Is this vaccine going to kill us, or is it the cure?
Is big pharma a threat, are they trying to take control?
Will their drugs save us or destroy us, what is their goal?
I’ve taken medication for the past eleven years.
They have kept me alive and helped with my fears.
Big pharma saved my life, I guess the question is why?
If there was some big conspiracy, wouldn’t they just let us die?
Thirty minutes of cpr, two stints and a knife
A room full of strangers with drugs, saved my life.
Go visit a hospital, take a good look around.
You will see plenty of loved ones, those drugs keep above ground.
Medicine will keep you home, warm and safe in your bed.
Without science and technology, many of us would be dead.
* I'm not trying to belittle any beliefs that people may have, I'm just voicing my own opinion. *
Warm wind circulates
night's conspiracy of primal option:
Stand up with me!
or Give way!,
let us have this day,
it cannot be your's alone.
We bare too many sickly souls
for soulful mediocrity.
Stand up with me.
Help.
Or, please get out of our healthy way
for this day is ours
to plant and harvest
produce and consume
dance and sing EarTherapy
Consumer mind with productive body
empowering healthy integrity
and authentic in/out-facing normativity
as from polycultural wealthy old
Tao's neuro/geo-systemic
wu-wei re/de-generative
Me/We pole/hole
dominant/recessive
mind/body win/wintegrity
Crown/root yang/yinergy
Peak resilience/valley-resonant co-relational
passion/pleasure
EarthMuseCalling CoOperative.
34 years ago today I was blessed a birth,
an opportunity to live a life on Earth,
and walk this worlds hallowed turf,
but what is this life really worth?
Mankind a species draped in fight,
only through aliens would mankind unite,
still seeks equality through human rights,
yet the poor don't live within the wealthiest sights.
This world of knowledge sees many a conspiracy,
so true knowledge never how it appears to be,
laws force revelations that rarely serve clarity,
but there is much good in this world of charity.
Many wars through the ages that never lessen,
but wars have taught mankind valueable lessons,
war is to avoid as are nuclear weapons,
negotiations improve to stop war that threatens.
Mankind will hunt animals and protect them too,
be an orderly mammal and form a queue,
laws protect and through justice they sue,
the species moves forward while history's for a few.
So what is life like on this colourful planet?
Forever changing, but, possible to plan it,
division in all minds but with variation to merit,
unity, empathy and love make a life to inherit.
Though I live with depression, I'm thankful for my birth,
because a life on Earth, is a life, with priceless worth.
I don't see no harm in asking questions
But somebody gonna tell you you’re outta your mind
I don't see no harm in a frame of reference
But somebody gonna accuse you of bein’ blind
I don't see no harm in quoting philosophy
Mythology, scientology, or the Bible
But somebody gonna come round and order you to burn those books
The dissident is on life support
And he’s fighting for survival
Burn those books --
They ain’t no good
We’ll tell you what not to remember
And train you on what you should
I don't see no harm in raising objections
But somebody gonna call it conspiracy theory
I don't see no harm in a little reflection
But the network censors gonna bring the flames of fury
I don't see no harm in watching our past selves --
We were masters and slaves, black-face beggars and tyrants
But somebody from the Department of Truth will burn those reels
And give you false impressions
Of everything from spirit to science
Burn those films --
They're evil pure
We’ll give you new versions of the past
So that you grow up free and sure
There were cowboys, there were Indians
There were blacks and there were whites
There were women, there were men
And some of them stayed the night
There were straights and there were gays
There were gentiles and jews
There were Pharaohs at the top of the heap
And Egyptians paying all the dues
Now the letters of history don't spell pretty words
But we gotta read ‘em, anyway
‘Cause the day those pages turn up blank
Will be our species’ final day
Can you imagine the day when we will all know
it will be safe to go outside and say, "Hello."
Sharing hugs and laughter with family and friends
enjoying time with each other on long weekends
We could even go abroad for a holiday
and our grandchildren could visit a while, and stay
Our shopping trips won't be such a tedious task
with no distancing or need for wearing a mask
I can’t give credence to those who keep denying
Covid exists when far too many are dying
Some have said it’s a conspiracy theory
Their continuous drivel makes me so weary
Can you imagine how pleased and relieved we’ll be
When at last the whole world is covid 19 free
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