Sunday, July 10, 2011

Obvious Conspiracy


Obvious Conspiracy

by Raederle Phoenix


Are you taking pills for your chronic illness?

Wondering when you’ll make it to wellness?

Don’t worry about the fee,

Medicaid can poison you for free.


Paying for conventional treatments?

Food Is Medicine.

But... Trust your prescription,

Obey the directions,

Can’t get an erection,

That’s just a minor side effect.

Like the minor insects,

That die when they eat the genetically modified plants.


Once we were hunters and gathers,

Now we’re fat sheep and gamers.

Who needs rain forests or top soil?

Who cares about tortured ecosystems that toil?

We’re just hungry for another steroid-packed burger,

Let’s modify the genes of the cows and take it further.


When you’re feeling like you have the flu,

But the doctor says there is nothing wrong with you,

Here’s what he doesn’t tell you;

Snapple isn’t made from apples.

Doritos, Fritos, Cheetos and burritos –

These toxins aren’t tame.

Packaging, pricing and pretty frames,

Designed to trick you into eating aspartame.

It reads that it’s sugar free: What about poison free?

And isn’t Splenda safe? Wouldn’t you chafe – If I told you that’s another lie?

It’s much worse than a stir fry; As bad as getting high.

Speaking of which,

Here is another hitch;

Tooth rot often comes from smoking pot,

As well as receding gums,

But cheer up chums,

It’s still better than smoking tar,

That you’ll find in every cigar.


But go ahead and drink your pop,

Explain to me that it’s too expensive to stop.

Water is practically free,

While candy offers you nothing for its fee.


But excuse me while I point out,

What health is all about:

Living, giving, and growing stronger,

It’s not just about living longer.

Who wants to live forever,

In pain, or in misery?

I’d rather be history!

I want to feel good after every meal,

And not have to suffer and feel...

Guilty or bloated or full of gas,

Or wonder how much I’ve added to my mass.

Health is quality of life;

Eliminating pain and strife.

Who cares about the quantity of days?

It’s only the joy of each moment that pays.

Life is for joy, delight, warmth and fuzziness.

Have you considered the enemies of life and happiness?

Hurts, hernias, headaches, haziness;

Cankers, cancer, coughs, clogs;

Gas, gall-stones, gastritis, gout;

Medical bills for ambulance routes.


What could be more expensive

Than a life not well lived?


Eat collards, cucumbers and cabbage.

Eat cilantro, celery and soaked seeds.

Eat organic, or better; 

eat weeds.

They’re packed with enzymes;

In packaged food – removed,

A crime – of modern times.


You don’t have to give up everything sweet;

There are mangoes, tomatoes, and berries;

Watermelon, apples, oranges and cherries.

Figs, plums, prunes and dates,

You can change now, it’s never too late!


You don’t have to go hungry.

Natural items come in sundry.

Leave the calorie quandary,

Enter the quantity of quality,

That comes with internal harmony.


You are what you eat.

Fancy being concrete?

Eating margarine?

You must think it fantastic to be made of plastic.

I’d be rather be a bloom.

I prefer a habitable womb.

Take the time to contemplate,

What happens when we consummate.

Our genes, which are altered throughout our lives,

Are passed down into the new generation.

They’re being born directly into constipation.

The media has a clear function: information corruption.

It’s time to stop the false information circulation,

This corrupt and blatant manipulation.

Change the crude regulations,

and require labels listing poisons in our nation!

In Europe; packages display vital information,

Including ingredients with genetic modification.

Foods changed to allow for better transportation.

Monotonous monocrops managed by massive corporations,

Trying to twist and turn nature to their profitable operation.

Malicious mendacious maneuvering and modification

Resulting in toxic residue and dreadful degradation.

This isn’t progress in the food industry,

This is the world’s most obvious conspiracy.


~ Raederle Phoenix 

[2009-2011]

A new poem/song was inspired from these words and concepts. A few of the lines are the same. Check out the new edition: The Price of Silence

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Monday, January 3, 2011

The End

The End
by Raederle Phoenix
2005: Junior Year

Immaturity and insecurity,
stuck with these obsessions
of all my possessions.
I'm constantly making these confessions.

Fear,
that I'm taking it too far.
Paranoid,
even of a passing car.

I feel like my thoughts really are on a train;
from crane to insane to in my grave I'm lain.

Rearranged,
sorted and deranged,
contorted,
I'm feeling morbid.

You see red, but I see black.
When you say what you say,
I hear lies.
It defies all these lies by bringing it all to end,
so I can rest,
nothing more to defend,
put down my crest,
and just let me rest.

Just when I think it's over,
then,
that's when I lend out my hand,
and it begins all over again.

Maybe

Maybe
by Raederle Phoenix
2005; Junior Year


Flip-flops on
tip tops
running through raindrops
listening to hip hop
mirrored the insanity that just had to stop.

Watching this vanity,
scotch poured into the calamity,
just lost my sanity
two lines before the flip
between the top of the flop
I had to stop.

Because I'm wildly confused and mildly amused
by the help they've refused.

I'm dazed with fire,
and crazed down to wire.
This lack of intimacy,
this following discrepancy.
This spectacular vernacular that is applauded
and enjoyed is the same heart that's been destroyed.
An open void.

So let me hold my cold bed sheets,
and let me chew my old sweet treats,
and let me yell out, "this is not defeat."

This is a new start,
within my heart,
because I've come to find that sometimes love is blind,
and sometimes love is in the mind.

Let me hold onto this brown bear,
let me tell you the lie that I don't care.
Because I do care how it really wasn't fair,
but my indifference is what brought us there.

Maybe this is my payback.
Maybe I can take a day to slack.
Maybe this is our way to admit fact.
Because I'm standing on white sands I've never seen,
and swimming in water I never dreamed.

I'm still afraid,
maybe that's just the way I was made.
There will be more trampled mud to come,
there will be a shortage of sun,
and out come the storm clouds and mean crowds.

Turn on these dim lights,
fight some unless fights.
Fray the edges,
trim the hedges and
stumble over broken ledges.
Let me wedge my words into you,
and make you see what I see,
and take another sip of this bud tea.

This isn't really me.
This isn't really to be.
This chi is not for free.
Sit back and sigh,
hit slack and die.
Admit fact don't lie.
Shit mac and fries.

Spark

Spark
by Raederle Phoenix
2005; Junior Year


Emptiness 
where there once was perfection.
I had been the selection, 
turned the wrong direction
and at this election 
I was cast away.
Needless to say 
in this;
dark, stale, bleak, musty room.
Stark, pale, weak, dusty gloom.
I remember the red moon,
the dark beach,
holding you like a leach.

Walking through this void of emotion,
and this lack of devotion.
Throwing myself away,
I woke up to another dreary day.
It was all as if to say,
“hey, you try, you cry,
and you try again,
but no matter what,
you’re just falling in a rut.”
With that thought,
you’re wanna give up,
give in, dig in and dig out
and wail about,
and down comes my sail,
frail,
the boat sinks...

I’m at the edge of a cliff inside my mind,
I’m just walking around blind.
Then, inside the nullified insides there is a red spark as his lips touch mine,
and the blade is removed, and the emotions are reproved.
I no longer care,
because I’ve got something more than fair.

Persian Prince

Persian Prince
by Raederle Phoenix
2005; Junior Year

White sands I've never seen,
Clear water I've never dreamed,
So clear and keen in my mind,
This sight could drive you blind.

Light shining like a sunset,
Night though it is you bet.
So sweet, so sour, so bright,
around this figure, what a sight.

If only you could see this,
Then all the war would cease.
This feeling, a perfect relief.
This is My Prince of Peace.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

New Start

New Start
by Raederle Phoenix
2005
Junior Year

I'm an optimist, and my glass is half full...

I'm a lover,
I'm a sucker,
and I've taken the time to bother,
and take you in like a mother,
and you left,
and it'll turn out for the best,
for me at least,
you dirty beast,
you're loss,
shut up,
see who's boss,
and ...
I just don't care,
how it wasn't really fair,
and I'm just don't care,
the way I see you lookin' from over there,
and I just wont stare,
not anymore,
nothing more for you to score,
because what was before,
is now dead.
It's all been said,
and I've been led to see a new light,
and I've found it quite bright,
and everything is right,
even though you're out of sight.
I wont put up a fight,
and I wont come back.
Hit the sack,
and swallow a fact,
lay back,
type on this mac,
and see that I have all that I need,
right here to feed,
and breed a new seed
to lead a new generation of heart broken teens,
and sparkin' up fiends,
and here I am,
not giving a damn.
I've passed my own exam,
and I've come to find,
that I'm not so blind,
and I'm not so kind,
but I've come to find,
I love my own mind.