"theorist" poems
The all seeing iris imperial city
The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi
The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy
Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse
The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst
Still immersing myself in a poverty trap
As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap
Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’
From out my funk bunker boombox
Overthrowin’
Your global dominion opinion with ease
Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese
I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer
The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer
Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean
Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams
Then I bury what’s left of your money machines
With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
I'm a democrat and republicans want this war to continue. People needs to wake up!
I'm a republican and democrats want to keep spending despite our failing economy. People needs to wake up!
I'm a Christian and Jesus will be coming soon. The Non-Christians and non-religious need to wake up!
I'm a radical Muslim and the west is going to take over. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a atheist and the religious radicals are trying to take over the country. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a bigot and gays, Jews and blacks are taking over. People need to wake up!
I'm an optimist and the world will recover. Pessimists need to wake up!
I'm a pessimists and the world is messed up. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a teacher and school is necessary for society to function. Kids need to wake up!
I'm a vegan, because eating of and torturing of animals is inhumane. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm not a vegan because animals are needed for our survival. Vegans need to wake up!
I'm anti-school and school is a prison. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a racist and other races will take over. My people need to wake up!
I'm an anarchist and the government is robbing us of our rights. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-government and society needs order. Anarchists need to wake up!
I'm an environmentalist and we are harming the planet. Mankind needs to wake up!
I'm anti-environmentalism and the earth is fine. Environmentalists needs to wake up!
People, wake up!! I'm a 9/11 truther and 9/11 was created by the government.
I'm against truthers and 9/11 was caused by terrorists. Truthers need to wake up!
I'm a conspiracy theorist and the government is hiding things from us. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm against animal testing because its unethical. People need to wake up!
I'm for animal testing because we need to make sure our inventions work. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a sexist and the opposite gender is taking over. My gender needs to wake up!
I'm a creationist and evolution is a lie. Everyone needs to wake up!!
I'm a scientist and creationism is a lie. Creationists need to wake up!
I'm anti-capitalism because it robs people of their money. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-capitalism because most wealthy nations are capitalists. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-death penalty because some people need to die. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm anti-death penalty because criminals are people too. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a militant and everyone is an enemy. We need to wake up!!
I'm against war because war is ****** Everyone needs to wake up!!
I'm a climate change denier and global warming is a scam. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm a climatologist and global warming is real. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-life and abortion is ****** Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-choice and its the woman's choice. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm anti-gun law and people are crazy. Everyone needs to wake up!
I'm pro-gun law and people are crazy with guns. Everyone needs to wake up!
Wake up, Its a brand new day.....
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
Two faced
Many minds
Shifter of shapes
Dr. Jekyll
Mr. Hyde
Past lives
Intertwined
Most mean
Few kind
All vie for equal time
All determine to shine
The writer
The fighter
Drama king
*** machine
The revolution ignite-r
The brave slave
One with
Passion and fire
The singer
Dead ringer
One who points the finger
Conspiracy theorist
Lyricist
Soulful swagger
Hip Hop demeanor
The teacher and student
The dude with attitude
And no one can refute it
A brother and a son
The one that has been shunned
One who leaves them stunned
With the selfish things
I’ve done
The secret me
The enemy
The one whose heart is numb
There are a lot of us
No stopping us
And yes there’s more to come
I’ll never alter
My alter selves
Incarcerate them
In individual cells
Even when they scream and yell
All are a part of me
And they refuse to be veiled
You ask me
Is there a pill?
A remedy…?
Because this has to
be
Insanity
Did you disrespect
My dissociative identities?
Do you really want
to make all of us
your #1 enemy?
We’re laughing
Its killing me
We flip the script easily
Me- and all of my
inner entities
Chillingly
You’re triggering
A very sad memory
Oh, what a tragedy
You’re just another casualty
Unfortunate fatality
Of my Multiple Personalities…
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
Some may sayest
I'm what they
Calleth, a conspiracy
Theorist.
Verily I sayest
I'm what I calleth
A conspiracy
Realist;
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
i wish i knew how to put some pretty words together;
in a way that you could read me and cry without realizing it,
in a way that you don't know how it all suddenly made sense
but it all fell together - so right - till the end.
with the steady hand of a seamstress and the persistence of a theorist,
i would string together wispy letters, carefully taking away
and holding all the guilty, lukewarm feelings of self-romanticized nostalgia,
with those hollow, deep pangs of shamelessly missing you
from the somewheres and over theres beneath my ribs.
sometimes, i really miss you - and all of those times, i hate it.
sometimes i stare back at you longer than i should,
but i'm beginning to think that even looking your way
is much worse than a waste of sweet time at this point.
i don't want you inside of my mind anymore.
my wants and needs and maybes of tomorrow are foggy and furiously blinded with
what you used to make me feel. will i ever want anything that much again?
i see you a lot in my mind, smiling handsomely in a way that kind of ****** me off.
in some way, i am overwhelmingly upset in a way i can't describe, in such a strange dialect that
i've maybe only begun to understand when you spoke it to me with watery eyes and an offkey tone:
"i can't do it." i think i know what you mean now.
you were trying to say something deep, i had thought all along,
but i think you were just trying, just simply trying to go along
with something that was safe; you know, i forgive you for playing it safe.
we're just trying to protect what little good we think is left.
i wish i could have tried just as hard; tried harder/ to be with you
because i'm just so tired
(i need to rub my eyes clear)
that i will exasperatingly admit that i am lost after you.
i'm so ruthlessly childish, in a curious way that i refuse to let these warm,
painful feelings for you go.
ruthlessly, still into you, i'm so hardheaded that i will even ignore myself
to forget you
over
(this is the last time i'll look back on you)
and over
(i swear his name won't come to me tomorrow)
again.
you replay in my mind;
maybe one day i will
forget that you ever really meant everything to me once
anyways.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Have you ever thought deeply about Prime numbers?
We normally think of prime as something unbreachable
In base ten this is most likely true
But there are other languages that might be used to break down numbers
I'm no theorist but I have my theories
What was behind the Big Bang?
Prime
If impermeable ... then the Big Bang never happened
And any good programmer worth a lick of salt, always leaves a back door
So, I bet there are some Prime numbers out there that are permeable, otherwise ...
We wouldn't be the Children of the Big Bang
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
“I’m not the conspiracy theorist, you’re the conspiracy theorist. You're the one who believes that 19 islamic terrorists with box-cutters conspired with a bearded man in a cave then bypassed a multi-billion dollar security system to knock down 3 buildings with 2 airplanes. You’re the one who believes that buildings can come down in perfect free-fall and pancake form at free fall speed. I'm not the nutty conspiracy theorist, you are!”
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC
once again
the mighty
"rip off"
the poor
the oil spill caused no damage!
no expensive clean-up necessary!!!
amid a total media blackout!
and a president who forgot how to talk!!!!!!!
THOSE THAT SHALL SUFFER
CERTAINLY SHALL!!
AND A LOT!!
but
it is so very much more simple
to believe the lie!!
and so much safer!!!!
AND REALLY!!!
FOR THEY MAY **** YOU FOR
SPEAKING YOUR MIND
so much easier to call such as me
CONSPIRICY THEORIST
and just go on home
if you have one and are still "employed"
SO MUCH EASIER TO BE WEAK
AND TRUST IN GOD
AND THE "AFTER-LIFE!"
and write sad love poems
to your lover walking away
as inevitably
they do today!
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
Biden means button
Kamala means Lotus
Trump means trumpet. sinister?
elaborate?
can words brainwash?
i am not a theorist, and if i were i would research this more...this my research of science, religion, politics, and how it keeps biting me...if you want to help make the world a whole, it is somehow going to with making this nation a whole...and other ones...the pie has so many pieces and doesn't feed itself...i...we...you need you...lets study with goals toward understanding...then we have more color in our vision...it is hard to be gentle when everyone i know in real life is a cutthroat zombie...they get crap theory and lies fed to them by tv and internet...if you ever see that i am wrong please let me know
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
Fact is glorified opinion
Science is glorified perception
I sound like a conspiracy theorist
But I don’t think I've gone mad
Ask yourself these questions and you’ll back yourself into a corner because you can’t find an answer
Prove that you know anything beyond your perception
Preach to me your morality
Your opinionated justice
Tell me what you based your current knowledge on
Your reality is a fallacy
Your society gives you a false sense of security
Truth is a fallacy to protect your fragile reality
Prove that 1+1=2 when its just a man made system
It was created by a human filled with flaws
Government is made by these men
This is why ****** rebellion will never end
No system is perfect so how can we use it to govern others
How can we inflict our unfounded beliefs?
Good intentions forced on others
Is no different than an evil act
You can’t cure ignorance by yourself
So flee to the land of your fabled ideology
The sky is the limit if you step out of the box
So you don’t go crazy over not knowing everything
Every science article you read, every fact that you see, everything you've seen on TV
These are a part of your fragile realty
Its all you've ever known
Don’t make me laugh with the notion that you can be unbiased
You are a human with emotions after all
For you are a frog in a pond that knows not of the ocean
So I ask again please tell me how you know anything past your own ethnocentrism
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
Just as how a little stick-man could not perceive the pencil that drew him
I could have never seen God and didn't see him when he had molded me
from His depths of clay, profound as a rock- that is to say still, solid,
silent, cold, old, disquieting... All fancy words for 'not much.'
Here's the point: there isn't any, but
just as how this little stick-man cannot perceive this pencil that draws him
closer and closer to the last panel of his, this, comic or graphic novel:
beings of smaller dimensions know nothing
of those so much higher, smarter, and more poetic than themselves.
Does this have to do with why you disappeared onto an airplane
like a bird searching for her freedom...?
Am I, in this mess of metaphors, your little stick-man who couldn't
get out of his paper sheet and fly with you...?
Of course, in existing on a dried white flap, I could not, cannot, fold
my own two dimensions of existence into even one crumpled paper plane;
so I could not, cannot, follow you through your freeing air
and ask you, or beg you, to answer my silly questions...
Because I have both length and width, but no depth;
no depths of clay.
Though I figure the answers to these questions are the same.
The truth is that, in this mess of metaphors,
neither of us got to pick what we didn't want to be, bird or stick-man.
In reality we had only one choice: to hold hands when we could.
So we did.
And when we did- everything became dimensionless;
and Everything made sense because Nothing did.
Because the value of the distance between our hands
meant that Nothing was our Everything.
And from that dense Nothing our Universe was born-
Bang. Thus tiny strings of new Everything rippled throughout old Nothing...
making Everything matter, almost literally.
We then made our stars, our galaxies, our planets; our classrooms,
lockers, and lovers: each other. All of this brilliant Creation until
we only had one last choice: to hold hands when we could...
...so we did...
... again and again,
in the distant dreams of a troubled theorist
who chains together pages and birds of poetry,
looking to find you, again and again,
in the mess of metaphors
of our Universe,
and I did.
Almost.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
relentless, incremental,
running away,
play ...,
grains of sand measure
both the stars in the universe,
and the stars in the universe
measure descendants and...
all of this is weighed against, what?
some where today a man flew home,
some where today a woman will open this,
with intention to read, with soft eyes and
a warm heart, and more savvy than that word
knows it has, by definition.
some where a man puts his hand in a river
and comes out with words, not water
there will be many babies
maybe born in zones of conflict,
than my country has people behind bars as convicts,
which some people would take as a good thing,
bring
peace to the conflict zone,
as for the convicts they are on their own, what current
wisdom would and just as quickly ask, but who is gonna pay,
for all this insanity;
no wars,
no jails,
next you'll tell us there is no shortage of whales,
but what of their song
why has a choir turned into three whale voices singing a quartet piece?
why do we measure space and dig into the earth, you know the Earth,
no I am not going to do the obvious thing and rhyme it with a birth,
settle lightly like falling leaves when you sleep,
don't keep your fingers texting to go deep,
into the technological pool of this age,
mock whale noises,
news cast without real news, what a blast,
stand real still and sense where the wind blows
stepping outside, your castle walls and open the windows,
is more productive than hitting the refresh button,
oh don't worry, I am no hurry to start a conspiracy with this,
I'm not in the know what is for show, a closet conspiracy theorist,
anything goes,
anything goes,
I can converse on any topic as long as you say the words, I'll move my lips,
and you make the sounds, it will be the result of a well oiled machine,
trying to save the planet from the very pinnacle of creation
that caused the fall
man...kind.
You say to me, it has to be this way,
" Cause you say it best when you say nothing at all"
©DWE102013
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
You're a myth
I'm the conspiracy theorist
My predictions proved accurate
To bachelorettes
In need of witch doctors
I came equipped
With a portfolio pertaining
More to psuedoscience
Than pharmaceutical
They marvel
At my hypothetical
Dream conjuring
But you're more than watcher
You are the observation
Please,
For the sake of science
Let me bring
Your dark mysteries to light
The laws
Of the impossible will be rewritten
In your name
Save me
From the enclaves
Of society
With scientists who doubt
Supernature
Expose your perfection
My ambition
Claims I discovered you
Because Nobel's Peace Prizes
Aren't given to spirits
Yours kept me alive
Without medication
The cure
For all ailments
A killer of pain
A passer of time
With controls
To slow
Or explode it
I'm devoted
To the micro-
And telescopes
In hopes
To set sight
And tell the scope
Of possibilities
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
A plan would be needed
but that is the smaller picture
the bigger one being
indoctrination, blinded
whispers of insanity, a conspiracy theorist
remember though, it is a love for you I feel
thinking you may be happy inside a machine
but once you open your eyes it is not smiling
what you thought was a smile is teeth ripping you apart and spitting you out
it could be better
be not blinded by the lies fed to you on a wooden platter
you could hold the gold
peace inside your heart and home
if you but heard the voices shouting for you to join
I know you cry tears at night
we all do
stuck inside these gears that grind our bones to dust until naught is left
throwing scraps your way while the elite feast upon your soul
no time for family, no time for laughter, no time to live or die
please help us, please listen
that we are suffering but we do not have to
spread a smile a kind act, spread the truth
it is right there before you just listen
there is a veil you must lift to see
but that is why we are here guiding you with our words
and we will keep fighting even while your eyes are closed
waiting for them to open
stand up and join a movement
one that unifies the helpless
and turns them into the victors
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
i lost my ******* keys like an *******
then i found them on my bookshelf
haphazardly laid about in swoon style
key spooning digital receptor
transmitter
on the drunken prowl debts are paid
verbal inoculations
of heart
a boll weevil of the mind
such thoughts will follow
blindly
without content
clouds in the nitrogen reflective sky
bite marks and bruises on my skin
both condensed by mystical thought
as only a proven theorist could show
the insanity of logic
is our proof of existence
therefore hallucinating long red hairs
the keyboard that is made apparent by the inner hellfire
the so called tortured soul
and the inadequacy of all human comprehension
we can bring an end to the idea of symbolism
and resort to the purest form of command
relinquish all hope in control
jump from roof to roof
off a moving train
escape from that which draws you to your birthplace
end the dying shells
get off the island
stay with your sickness
atleast it's trying to leave you
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
The skilled user of words, the wizard conjurer that provoke your thoughts.
I ought to be sentenced to death.
For an enlightened mind such as mine for the crime of influencing young minds
You see the Government hate visionaries like me, so they call the disciplinary, to disrupt revolutionaries, COINTELPRO, look them up if you don’t know, for all you conspiracy theorist, I am the head of realist **** shot calling
You might as well call me Shon the abolitionist.
When it comes to such a wicked being such as me, they call to question my thought for knowledge and I tell them
As the practitioner of hard knocks, my quest for power is almost pestilent; people say knowledge is power
But what they don’t tell you, is power comes from applying the knowledge
To acknowledge the most dangerous man in the room isn’t the man with the gun nor the thirst for power
But the man in the shrouded darkness waiting to pounce, call me Rockefeller and Rothschild.
I am almost out of time but please forgive me, my mind sits in an higher dimension
My mentality is overpriced that’s why the naïve mind is as common as head lice
As I am the sole provider to the zeitgeist.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
a cat, they say
both dead and alive, in a sway
trapped in the box
become a metaphysical paradox
a flask of death, a trigger tick
a game of chance, so cold, so sick
they call me life, they call me death
but no one asks to hear my breath
a man, I say
become the halfway
let his atoms hum and twitch
become the theorist’s broken glitch
see how you like the in-between
will you then be so keen
maybe then you’ll see the cost,
see the life lost
seal the box, install the locks
put a man in that box
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
How they ridicule Jim,
The neighbourhood loner:
"wears a tinfoil hat" and
"turns his wifi off at night"
They all brand him a kook:
"well, you know he's a stoner,
funny coincidence though,
his forecasts have proved right!"
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
The dogs can't seem
To hear the hum
A sound as if
Machinery runs
Beneath the ground
Maybe in the air
Secret compounds
Are being prepared
Facilities of alien races
Reptilian beings with
Human-masked faces
Government founded
And set abroad
Are we really safe
In our resolve
Tall white beings
Area 51
Can't you feel it
You're being pulled
Beneath the sub-spectrum
You have in part
Already succumbed
...
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
I'm coming down
But I'm still racing
Burnt out
Too many cigarettes
And my dreams are usually at full speed
In the arms of REM sleep
So tell me why, as my body was flyin'
I was in the wicked garden all night
I had a knife in my pocket in the closet
I had my clothes on in the bathtub
Sister tells me I need to run
But I missed the starting gun
And all old friends were in on it
A conspiracy, but I'm the theorist
And I remember the 7-11
And all the fish dying as they went to heaven
Sister tell me what I have to do
She says a train is coming through
Next thing I know, I'm at the bus stop
With nothing but a knife in my pocket
My subconscious feels really low
As these speed dreams move so slow
Burnt out, as I light another smoke
Why does it always come down to That motto
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
Were I a conspiracy theorist
(which I'm not), I would
tell you there will be
no 2016 elections
because before then
another faked terrorist
attack, like 9/11 only
worse, will be staged,
the elections will be
suspended, martial law
will be declared
our own military,
will occupy America,
resistance will be crushed
and dissenters will
simply disappear.
But I'm not a
conspiracy theorist
and I won't
tell you this
because it would
make you
uncomfortable
and Americans
do not like to be
uncomfortable
regardless of
the cliff they
are about
to step off of.
~mce
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Poet jalopy to ride the temptest,
Squall of shallow
Moon apprentice
Wooden's of hollow
Doctor or dentist
To Ride away mine fears!!!!
Judge or gust
Backbone of theorist
Turns pen into sandstone miracle
Dumplings are lyrical
Nursery's are terrential
As the downpoor
Is riddled by puke!!!!!!
Shutters of fine drape
Tis
The black hat,
And veiled cape
Wherein the black Cat
Finishes his plate
To the whistlemen who pouts his charisma
Plasmid instigma!!
Plateau of morinsa
Chateau of bornisa
Plato of dorita
Dawn to thy dusk
Elephant tusk shally
Moveth on tallies
Wherein the breach is far rallied,
To the pushers of what's good to come!!
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Conspiracy Theories?
Peculiar, when one easily searches and finds the truth on YouTube, the enlightenment severs one’s ties to cable televisions corruption! Resulting in one being labled a conspiracy theorist!
I can’t relate to Bidens administration nor Gladimir Putin‘s administration, but I can relate to all the working-class people around the world who are struggling for a better life, no matter what colour they are!
I am for anti war only!!!
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 8:20 AM UTC
if you're brainwashed you never know unless
they smacked you on the *** so now you're their *****
you put a new spin on eating the rich
when every thought is the one that is nearest
and you're a government funded conspiracy theorist
it's a complex secret facebook friends investigation
turn on the tv set for politics of our beloved nation
digging deep until YOUR sponsor's commercial
quick snack get back role reversal
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC