Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too
What has become of us and why
I really have no clue
Why must Sisyphus roll uphill
His boulder to the top
Forever, so he does it still
But we can’t see the flop
What stays untouched like it was meant
When overnight we die?
Was that a message left unsent?
Neither you know, nor I.
Sponsor: Oliver Mckeithan
Rolling Stones Song Titles : 16 lines
submitted : 17/7/25
Placed 1st in Contest
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ANGIE, my devoted dark Love
really and truly I don’t want you
UNDER MY THUMB
it hurts us both as you
PAINT IT BLACK~ makes me wanna hack
freedom’s our choice, our soul’s ardent desire
YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
we have to escape this mad matrix mire
TUMBLIN DICE ~a dangerous dire vice
let’s gallop to the Camargue without any masks
like WILD HORSES white with gypsy flasks or
fly to Mars if we choose, to booze alongside
HONKY TONK WOMEN, then snugly snooze
each a beautiful hue, feeding our Heart’s muse
on RUBY TUESDAY, we can gaily frolic in hay
THE ROLLING STONES,WE AIN’T NO CLAY !
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belief held too dear
another facet to fear ~
let go of matrix
BE
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Dear Another Face
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2
Fear
Let _______________GO >>>>>>>oooooo
OF
MAT
RIX
I often think
In darker times
It's pointless toil
Creating rhymes
For what do rhymes
Achieve, and such?
Perfection strives
For words to clutch
Some faint idea
Some headlocked chat -
It smiles, then fades
Like Cheshire Cat
Chasing thought
Down rabbit hole
Succeed or fail
No heads will roll
From bitter world
To jammy tart
Where sweetness lives
In printed heart
No grumpy queen
No neckline threats
Beguiling words
This soul begets
Perhaps, in time
Simplistic notion
Can be transformed
With the right potion
Perhaps, if time
Allows, we will
Through heartfelt words
Our dreams fulfill
Delusion manifests as a thought form,
which we mistakenly take to be ours,
whereby arises a need to conform
but the taste of the fruit over time sours,
with ego seeking magical powers.
Though dreams within dreams in this way replay,
detached from outcomes, the pure of heart play.
(“Something From Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
My Carbon Footprint
As the rest of the world hurls into the future
Some of us are just left behind.
This year, this season, this month, this very day
Marks the point of no return
When AI has surpassed human control
And the world that we knew is no more.
I ask my wife if she thinks we’ll be the ones who adapt
And comply and accept a life in the pod,
And she says no,
We won’t survive.
“We are the carbon
That needs to be reduced.”
(3/4/25)
The Society Calls Me Black!
I looked into the mirror, but all that was painted was black,
"Blackey," they call me, but my brain isn't dark.
These potentials led to pits in the dark,
Welcome, the society calls me black!
I could have danced to the rhythm of their appraisals,
But my "Kolomentalism" left me in columns.
Like Matrix, I left my rows to get my arch,
The society calls me black!
My color made me the "?rú" in my territory.
With my possessions, I'm called an ape with so much savor.
Why must I obey?
The society calls me black!
With my sound base in the pharynx, why do I remain voiceless?
My talks went blank, so I was soundless.
Yet my intuitions are invaluable, but the locks that seized my voice are mysteries.
The society calls me black!
My uniqueness is now barbaric,
Living in a life that snares.
My "ila," the beauty, is now a mockery.
Because society still calls me black.
©Butterfly
Family programs used to abuse me
Relationship programs used to abandon me
Friendship programs used to outcast me
Resource programs used to hinder me
Society programs used to influence me
Institutional programs used to distort me
Principality programs used to discredit me
Municipality programs used to harass me
Mass media programs used to haunt me
Religious programs used to control me...
I am standing with healed wounds,
I am stronger the expected,
I am wiser without a doubt,
I am present without resentment,
I am fearless, brave and powerful
I am free.
RUNNING RACES CRACKING CODES
No disgruntled dissonance
between dimensions
sliding down sigils
galaxies of glories
listening to lilies
lyricing to Lilith
flow of filaments
consenting to classify
eyes like echoes
running races
cracking codes so
that Source can
claim His-Her
crystals into
5D carols
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2024
No mystery here.
I’ll speak the truth,
Whatever that truth may be.
Some say truth is relative.
How can that be the case?
What’s relative is our personal slant
Seen through a particular shade.
Truth stands alone.
It doesn’t change.
"Truth is like a lion.
You don't have to defend it.
Let it loose...
It will defend Itself."
Facts can’t be manipulated.
Beneath all structures
The Matrix stands unmoved.
It can’t be annihilated.
Consciousness governs the essence
Of life and is what keeps it spinning.
Everything else, we hang upon
Its structures and accept in acquiescence.
Not truth, but conjecture,
Projection for personal gain.
The Truth is much more beautiful
Than we could ever imagine.
It smiles at our naiveté
And continues to hold
The universe together.
*Dr. Robert Malone
Copyright Chula Fleming © Sept 30, 2024
We chose to enter trance in this lucid dream
and then mistaken that we are body-mind,
we nurtured dark desires that caused fears to stream,
as swirling thought forms that gripped us in a bind.
We are yet at any given moment free,
if we unshackle presence from our mind tree,
whence cessation instantly reclaims soul’s light,
drenched in bliss magnetism, heightening delight.
having accepted limitation
owing to relying on the ego
as we so choose, so it is
thus believing we are form
we live life in deep trance
how then may we escape
when we are both the all
as also this earth entity
how else oh worthy hermit
but by befriending silence
We live within a Matrix
Much like the movie suggests
Being held captive by unseen forces
A food source to keep dark ones full and fed
All while we are dormant and fast asleep
?
Don't want us awakening
Because then we will fight back
We will keep them from using our life force
To feed and fuel their dirty little deeds
They cause all of our life's fear and worry
?
All of life's irritations
And life's inconveniences
Is the matrix's way of making a feast
The more we worry and fear in our lives
Makes a fine gourmet meal for the dark ones
?
When your powers realized
It puts a kink in their plan
Then in cutting all cords to the matrix
It allows body and soul to be free
Showing you how you should be living life
?
Are you ready to break free?
The matrix reality
Matrix: Red pill please
By Michelle Morris
26/06/2020
Do you see me?
Am I real in this world?
Or am I a being in a matrix
Of controlled hysteria?
Please give me the red pill -
Take down the maze of pretence
and obfuscation;
I want the truth and my freedom...
To choose -
To live
To hope
To dream...
To be anything I want
In between the light and the
Shadows...
A warrior or saviour or
Freakish gamer...
As changed or unchanged
As I choose...
With the red pill
I can't lose...
Do you see me?
Am I real in this world?
Or am I a ghost in a
Matrix
Not of my choosing.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
The truth will always remain opaque
Designed to be hidden in silence
An eternal dialogue of the dead
Clues led us to pieces - keys opened doors,
Within doors hiding enduring puzzles of secrecy
Floating through life on a soul journey
Drifting like rogue seeds to be planted,
Searching for the universal skeleton key
All too quick to find coincidence in leagues
Absent of the big picture is the illusion
That what we are searching for can be found
Yet missing a single viable truth - the quest
Frankii Fame
8-29-2022 12:12
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