Beyond Reality
by Raederle Phoenix
2005-2010
Anxiety,
standing before society,
watching the confusion,
observing the diffusion,
coming to crying-conclusions
by Raederle Phoenix
2005-2010
Anxiety,
standing before society,
watching the confusion,
observing the diffusion,
coming to crying-conclusions
from your high-solutions
and dying-delusions.
Here you sigh,
cause you don’t wanna here my—
anthem, my mottos,
stuck in the ghetto
and dying-delusions.
Here you sigh,
cause you don’t wanna here my—
anthem, my mottos,
stuck in the ghetto
without the fro,
without the flow,
knowing
without the flow,
knowing
you want me to go.
Speaking,
defy your wishes of my sleeping,
let me spring something deep,
let it creep,
and crawl into you,
sprawl into your mind—
drawl and unwind.
You’ll find that I’m not as blind
Speaking,
defy your wishes of my sleeping,
let me spring something deep,
let it creep,
and crawl into you,
sprawl into your mind—
drawl and unwind.
You’ll find that I’m not as blind
as your stereotypes prove.
Hearing, “dyke move,”
Hearing, “dyke move,”
n’ “you’re cool, but you ain’t got no groove.”
I’ll take the brunt of it,
I’ll take the brunt of it,
fronts full of it.
Rage rising,
and turn the page,
and at this stage
Rage rising,
and turn the page,
and at this stage
fire pours out of a hole in time,
a gap that is mine,
a void, a sign.
a gap that is mine,
a void, a sign.
Sign of change,
out of this derange
will come a reprieve for the repressed—
thoughts fighting to be expressed.
It’s a mess out there,
but under the hair,
the skull,
inside the mind,
you can find,
something worth saying,
something worth praying for,
something more,
for humans as a whole to endure
It’s a mess out there,
but under the hair,
the skull,
inside the mind,
you can find,
something worth saying,
something worth praying for,
something more,
for humans as a whole to endure
and come to adore.
Let the beauty of it soar,
because this is what I’m here for.
The flames from the void grow.
It has no vocabulary,
Let the beauty of it soar,
because this is what I’m here for.
The flames from the void grow.
It has no vocabulary,
it’s sedentary,
but it knows all the words,
and burns brightly in each being,
each organism comprised
but it knows all the words,
and burns brightly in each being,
each organism comprised
of these atomic
particles of truth.
You can’t touch it,
you can’t grok it,
and yet you are it.
Lights and energies,
with no enemies,
no wars,
nothing before,
nothing after,
no time,
nothing to find.
This perfect communication,
is the worlds salvation.
It’s been here since before creation,
and it lives in divination,
with a huge deviation.
Misplaced, erased and defaced
this common familiarity
and replaced it with sincerity
and intensity
of this discrepancy
that would be so easily avoided if you could see what I see,
and discuss over some bud tea.
and replaced it with sincerity
and intensity
of this discrepancy
that would be so easily avoided if you could see what I see,
and discuss over some bud tea.
No more one way conversations,
as comes true communication,
and substantial salutations.
as comes true communication,
and substantial salutations.
This wordscape of perfection is made of energies,
lights so bright,
something beyond mortal sight,
beyond this physical fights.
This is something really quite spectacular,
this is the universal vernacular.
– Raederle Phoenix
Note: This was originally written in 2005 when was a junior in high school. It presents a stream-of-consciousness experience of how I felt about school, my life, and my newfound perception of energy-patterns behind everything which was said. It was a universal language – or a universal vernacular. I was inspired by this experience and thus attempted to capture it in a poem.
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