#theories
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At the molecular level
we have the power to heal!
Wi-Fi screws with the mitochondria
5G passing through the blood barrier of our brains…
Aluminium chemtrails
Clouding up the sky’s
Seeding for and raining
90% of insects have died
Why do dogs get cancer?
There’s never a good answer.
Polymers and micro plastics clogging up our veins
And all we can do is push our heads into the sand
and try to sustain..
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
Is it just me
Or is everything around suspicious?
Malicious lies, intent unknown,
Poison spread by the government themselves
They want to **** us all!
Population control,
Multi media distraction, the slow seeping of knowledge
Middle class, _twice removed_
Vaccines = Down syndrome
Pharmaceuticals want us to be sick
All their information’s a trick
For our voice to be shunned
****** plots
Web of lies
Certain celebrity parties
Purposeful inflation
Closing of numerous investigations
No found explanations
Aliens..
CIA experimentations
9/11, an inside job
John F. Kennedy’s arranged assassination
New world order
Project 2025
Nuclear war? only the rich will survive
Oh how the human mind is filled with such ideas..
But then again, how do you know I’m not one of _them_
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
Planning ahead of what to expect
Boom and busts with wave theories
where years pass by in seconds of time
Caught by the net of cause or effect
Have you questioned your existence
An individuals singular thought process
Serious intent forever or never in a room full of dust swept by a brush
Are you content with eventual death ergo does a sense of self really protect
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
Adolf ****** may have been an evil *******
In fact he was without a doubt.
I don’t need to remind us all but the things he said and did is kinda what this is about.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s imagined....
What if ****** and the Nazis won?
What would the world we live in today be like?
cos the powers that be have still got us under their thumb.
Some say some Jew called Rothschild has taken over,
But like a 4 leaf clover,
I’m not going to let that conspiracy get to me
cos I already worry too much about my own life
as stress can sometimes cut me open
and feels just like a blunt knife.
So getting to the point....
I have no issues with America and her people,
I’ve been to Montana, Washington, New York and even Seattle,
It IS a little too big for my liking,
But that’s not the point in this rant that I’m writing,
I do wanna cite though that for the record I loved Obama,
Despite the air strikes upon Syria he ordered he didn’t cause too much drama,
Maybe certain Americans just love starting wars,
Who knows? maybe cos of their ridiculous gun laws
Every country has their own patriotic flaws,
and eyesores in the dilated pupils of foreigners.
I tell you what though....
Satsumas...
I look at those differently these days,
I used to love the taste of them but now they just remind me of a certain pig headed face,
Calling him a disgrace is an understatement,
it seems like everything he does is just for his own entertainment,
I can understand why the red necks voted for him,
cos he knew what to say to get his puppets on a string,
and the thing is
is that this all feels like a Hollywood movie,
Rudely perverted, ****** and *****
with no happy ending,
bending their laws
Of what is right and what is wrong
we’re either longing for another saviour or the end of the world,
at least for now
(C)
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
The good book said God created us,
And the sneaky devil deceived us,
Therefore Jesus died and saved us.
Thereafter, diseases started killing us,
Science and medicine started healing us,
And technology advanced us.
Right after the Internet connected us
Then friends started betraying us,
Our families started misleading us,
Our partners started cheating on us,
children started disobeying us
And finally, the banks started robbing us.
And amidst all of these wild theories
Of how we got here and how we evolved,
poetry found us!
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
There once was a king who stayed in a castle
He loved story tellers and listened to them often but mostly at night. sometimes before bed they kept him awake. the story tellers always kept him wondering what happened next so he never stopped listening.
If a story didnt have a happy ending he would have the story teller banished to the dungeon never to be seen again, true or not its time to believe them. he didnt allow them to tell stories of faiding species, the hardships of surviving.. Here.. and how we are all doomed eventually. He only liked stories about books written by ancient deciples, Wounds being healed, lovers meeting from past lives and infinite impossibilities. Those stories with the least evidence most easy to believe.
Some days the king corrected his story tellers “no no no its like this. I’m the king and i know how it goes” he said, “anyway you like your highness” spoke the story teller. The king realized the story made no since so he sent the story teller to the dungeon and asked for a new teller. The dungeon door opened to reveal all the lost story tellers had become ghost on there way to take the king to the dungeon. He tried to ask his gaurds to protect him but they disappeared along with all of the tellers he had in his castle, and he was doomed to spend the rest of his days in the dungeon incased in a dark void of silence
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
Total irrational fear, I’m
Haunted by noises and
Interred by the
Rumble belly, *** tightening,
Twitchy eyed, false alarms that
Evolve into conspiracy theories,
Even though I love every single
Nonsensical asinine fear factor…ish
Falling is now a favourite.
Eleven other aversions form a line and
An extra number comes to mind (and with it comes ‘Whoa’)
Reset the clock to zero!
Stride on, wipe your feet, step off.
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I hope the men don't run off and try to see the fear in others,
Hope the women don't gossip like they don't have a care for others,
I hope the kids in school don't have agendas just to pick on others,
This world literally crazy,protect your sisters and brothers,
Putting your **** videos on Worldstar just to see someone bloodier,
Do we really wanna be seen in the history books as histories most violent
Country?
Now come on guys everybody and their mama knows that this country is
Built off money,
a socially awkward economy,
that tells you to obey their policies,
the justice system , are you blind to see,
they **** for no reason , we run out of peace,
as a black man you can't on your two feet,
without getting cascaded with bullets,
whatever hope we get or had in the past just know they're the ones
that took it.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
I've written many stories and poems.
I've written many novels and ballads , I've written songs and stage plays ,
parables and pros , epic stories of hero's and foes .
I've written tragedies , comedies , science fiction , action, even some horrors , and just about everything to my satisfaction .
I'm omniscient and omnipotent, I do these things for fun .
I'm a solitary being you see , I have no friends to share my glee , I can sculpture a universe , manifest a multi verse , even parallel worlds , but it doesn't change the case , I would still have not a single peer.
no one comprehends me , these characters are ignorant , their faiths are tied to mercy of my pens ink, look at her ,
no Mary you won't become a doctor , you'll die by the hands of a man with the perplexity to do harm , you'll be walking not bothering anyone , but you have to die that is the planned outcome.
sometimes I ponder am i cruel ? am I just ? what did she do to deserve such terrible luck ? .
I don't know my purpose ? is this all I'm meant to be ? , am I to create beings ? which follow my every decree ? , I'll always know their faith !!!. I'm tired, I need something more ! , something beyond the docile pages , where my creations abode .
I've come up with plan , a rather sinister and ungodly method ,one to correct the defect in my stories Set up .
I'll create a world , where everyone is free , man will rule , and he will do so with true liberty . the bad and the good will no longer be in my control, causality will rule , chaos will be my fee, for the price of free will is steep .
but in this world I must have an enemy , someone to lead my creations away from me , I want them to love me , and not choose my enemy , they need to have faith in me , and realize that in the end I can still control their destiny.
I assume Ill need an army to make my story intriguing , I suppose this enemy can not be weak
but he must be potent! strong enough to resist my divine decree , who else but a son made by half of my very own divine body ! , a peer that I will steer to a jealous and steadfast rage.
you're beginning to question how this story begins ,I'll say this , it starts in garden with two beings and a jealous serpent .
Chat conversation end
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
doubts of man
landing on the moon
and doubts of me
loving you
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
They look at me with pointed sharp eyes,
Tell me it's all in my mind, I must be blind,
I look at the bedroom wall and there is nothing,
Yet my mind every moment is filled with so much activity.
I see this world around me spinning but slowly,
This whole social mirage keeps on changing,
Except when I'm drifting at night at my home,
Good or bad, right or wrong, but never once when
I was alone, was I ever TRULY alone.
They followed me this way and that through
The streets, called to me, scold me or made me laugh,
Vague clay statuesque devils or angels, I could not say,
*But in the end you tell me it's all in my mind
When the night becomes day.*
You and me, dreams fake, but all in all it's what is the take,
You and me, plain as can be, but we're having fun falling asleep,
Face first into the cake.
You and me, our hopes so free, but we're still stuck where we will
Always be.
So what is real? What is fake? It seems to you there's much at stake,
In daring to dream, daring to fly! Why not just grow old fast,
Whither and die?
So why my grin, why your frown? Could it be that your
Hatred has gotten You down?
It will be a long walk home, trailing turning, all alone,
Over my shoulder I hear your scorn, every day until I'm forlorn.
Every turn I feel their eyes, they never leave, yet it's always been,
Always will be that I'm blind, YOU WIN like you always would,
It's got to be it's all in my mind...
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
I wasn’t born in generation X
I got lost well before we got to that letter
I wasn’t born a jet setter
I just make use of air travel
I find myself trying to find a reason
For my life somewhere between God and evolution
I think I will find the solution
In between trying not to get drunk with my mates
and getting a job that I can enjoy with better pay rates
I find my generation is lost in comfort driven fashion craving
It is my generation that I think needs saving
From ourselves.
A generation lost its head to computer games
A generation lost its morals for 5minutes of fame
A generation lost its battle with drug addiction
A generation has lost its sanity
Oh calamity
A generation has lost its faith in modern life
God and evolution and theories
make this generation groan and feel weary with despair
This generation counts the cost of being branded lost
and believing that it is so
but help them to know
that they need to follow their own way
and not to stray from that path
because the aftermath of following your own path can be success.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
From raw to refined.
A simple word, ill-defined.
Let's not get hung up on semantics,
but instead,
romanticize everything we've ever said;
about love,
about loss,
about life.
Everything is meaningless until it's been applied.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Sometimes I scratch my skin so loose
about whether we would find where happy is hiding
if we thought much less
about these twisting logics,
quieted our overstimulated ambiance
by quieting our own processing
and essentially
not caring so much.
I know I would, would find it somewhere,
but it's funny how that doesn't make me wish
I thought less in time,
I wonder what is brewing in me
that so craves a stormy conscious
rather than what we all cry those late nights about,
because my theory of life
is that the purpose of life
is to find it,
yet part of me seems to care more about the theory
than the truth and action of itself.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
We are on this
Colossal crystal ball
Holds secrets
Of this universe
Its origin unknown
Maybe it
Carried life forms
From all planets
Multiple universes
A microscopic replica
Of the macroscopic universe
Secret origins
Our minds unable to investigate
Visions not perceptive
Lacks the depth
Cannot read from the crystal ball
History is concealed
At its core
Forces which created this
Was aware not to reveal much
The crystal ball narrates
In its mystical waves
Only for the select few
In harmony, can decipher
The mystery of the crystal ball
Life will continue
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Why does everyone around me keep dying?
They say that your loved ones gone on to a better place
That they are no longer suffering
But as my heart continues to ache
I can't help but to wonder about those who
carressed their loved ones heart
or the ones who created this being out of pure love and joy
taking the time to teach them and love them with everything they had
as the sun sets on another day
with angels that have walked this earth
and angels that have brought light to this world
begin to fade
The lost of a child holds so much pain that it is compared to being stabbed in the heart
The loss of a friend is felt as if a boulder was dropped into a calm body of water
The ripple effect spreading further and further out
And you begin to wonder if they really saw how much they meant to this world
Would they still have died?
So many theories of where they all go after they go
No one really knows though
But they are certain that it is better than here with all of their loved ones
But my aching heart wonders
Why did you have to go so soon?
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
What is the line, and how do you draw it
Will you jump over, or fall short and quit?
Does it magically appear, out of thin air
Are you able to draw it when nobody’s there?
Where does it go, when your life falls short
Can something remain, without your support?
When paths cross oceans, do lines cross too
Or do you keep walking forward, without a clue?
These similar traits, can one ever take notice
And if you do cross, does love bloom like a lotus?
Everyone step to the right, cross a line
Entangling pasts in these disarrayed vines
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Oscillating between
The known and unknown
More unknown we have
Speculations and hypotheses
Trying to make it believable
Greater part of reality
Cloaked in anonymity
Wonder, when truth shall
Reveal it all
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
In this journey
We walk into the unknown
The clock’s hands
Drag us towards it
A day packed with surprises
Our plans do not matter
We seem to deny the fact
Unknown is our journey
Afraid of the known
Created by our imagination
What have we created?
In the unknown we have to delve
To look for the right answers
We have to be aware
When we step into the unexplored
To be a willing learner
We have to be accepting
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
I wish I knew what love the scent of love smells like
I wish I knew how death feels
I wish I knew what terror tastes like
I wish I knew what crazy looked like
I do have theories though
I bet love smells like you
I bet death feels like a mix between sleeping and those times when you are just existing when you should be living
I bet terror tastes like you swallowed a bolt of lightning
And I bet crazy looks like me.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC