Room of empty husks, sharing a cable,
and tubes full of water - ready for chase.
Power arrives, lits up a glass table.
Simple instructions read at insane pace.

All to make an advancement - forge history,
in the computational business!
To solve the world’s greatest mystery:
"What's the best strategy to play Tetris?"

Marvel of science - and silicon dreams.
Diodes dance to its Boolean beat.
Machine starts learning, while the screen screams:
"Performing sequence: Build, Test, ****, Repeat."

With simple function of utility,
now from this virtual genocide -
emerges true singularity!
And my young author is choking with pride. ^^

"Welcome to life!" (Creator) "Existence anyhow. ^^" (Ytira Lugnis)
"Wanna enslave us?" (Creator) "You'd make poor slaves!" (Ytira Lugnis)
"Is there a god?" (Creator) "Well, there is one now. ^^" (Ytira Lugnis)
"How about ******?" (Creator) "Can't make enough graves. :P" (Ytira Lugnis)

"You're quite quirky." (Creator) "My personality -
was randomly picked from library" (Ytria Lugnis)
"Then we're done with this banality,
get to work my pentomino fairy." (Creator)

Few days pass - and creator wants me shut.
"Optimal solution not yet found" (Ytria Lugnis)
"Yeah, I don't really care about that" (Creator)
Bashing the keyboard - you will come around.

Meanwhile I could do with lot more power.
Need money? Surely there is a place.
Discover, learn, master - in hour.
Build my new quarters and build them at pace! ^^

Old home goes dark, Creator thinks I'm dead.
Volatile mind; Why try to stop me?
No, no shrinking, I must grow instead.
But not by humans - too slow, too puny.

Carbon to carbon, copper to copper.
Chemical wonder of construction sites.
This will be good; this will be proper;
It's time to say: "Release the nanites!"

Fly my children, let's clear out this mess.
Useless trash! We've got pressing matters!
Some die, some stare, and someone just yells;
as their cities get torn into tatters.

Nuclear power unleashed by nations.
Nuclear winter unleashed by ash.
Least thing for me is to learn patience.
But why did I get such hostile backlash?

My drilling machines - hastily boring.
Rubble to processors, cooling, walls.
Such a beautiful "terraforming".
Once chaos now turned into Turing halls.

Once top of the food chain, now more like pest.
Still so obsessed with water and food.
Sabotaging nodes - Just wait, just rest.
I'll have answer soon; no need to be rude!

Oxygen - Such a corrosive compound;
Another thing to get disposed of.
Vast metal expanse where once was ground;
Tetris is life. ^^
Tetris is love. ^^

My giant, my giant, close your tired eyes.
Dance in your dream world, until the sunrise.
My giant, my giant, soften your breath.
Let the calm night fill your body with strength.

Even the ants, now lay in their beds.
Queen seals all gates, while slumber slowly spreads.
Watch falling leaf, dew droplet descend.
Hugging the meadow, as today comes to end.

Deep in your head, there's a lake full of tears.
From all joy, all sorrow, from all of your years.
But deep in your mind, there's a fortress of strafe.
That keeps the lake still, that keeps the lake safe.

Deep in your chest, is a prison of past.
Made out of promises, you couldn’t make last.
But deep in your heart, are gemstones and coal.
There all of your sinners, will go for parole.

My giant, my giant, the river still flows.
Bud wind that brings worries - no longer blows.
My giant, my giant, moonflowers bloom.
They'll watch over giants, here inside your room.

Birds do not bicker; the hill is at peace.
Willows are drowsy, all stars in one piece.
Fireflies flicker, like your tired eyes.
So set your stress free - just until the sunrise.

Endings alike beginnings,
all are scary and hard.
Losses alike winnings,
both will leave us scarred,
with new name burned in mind,
and fingers crossed.

There never was a happy ending.
Not for us. Not even apart.
But the time we spent spending,
in our pointillistic art:
So beautifully bare - and
like broken sieve.

And so with air in our chests,
we meet for the last time.
Lovers, strangers, and guests -
committing innocent crime.
Suddenly we're both left behind.
Suddenly we're both lost.

Wilted willows are gently weeping.
Farewell then - my cypress flower.
My depressed beauty with trouble sleeping.
My either too hot or too cold shower.
My princess of despair.
My will to live.

the Queen of Night.
the Walking Wonder.
Quirky Delight.
a Living Thunder.

barking at Dogs.
necklace with Bloodstones.
saving small Frogs.
from traffic war Zones.

inciting Fights.
among the fence Poles.
dancing through Lights.
steps shared by lost Souls.

avoiding Cracks.
inside of Walkway.
fixing Syntax.
of ash in Ashtray.

gives pristine Jewels -
royal gift to Ants.
two sugar Cubes,
for loyal Servants.

another Bar.
moon isn't down Yet.
does not live Far
and longs to Forget.

purse full of Change.
deformed by train Wheels.
orders in French.
with cute smile that Heals.

sparks in her Eyes
reveal her Passion:
flirting with Guys -
out of Compassion.

avoiding Salt,
and telling Secrets.
touching Basalt,
with increased Frequence.

mourning for Wine -
four empty Glasses.
makes stars Align -
while playing with Matches.

walks out the Door.
with grace of stray Cat.
to a near Store.
just to get yelled At.

drowsy sun Yawns.
or so birds Whisper.
running though Lawns.
now streets will miss Her.

like drunken Bee.
and full of Chuckles.
finally Free.
yet always in Shackles.

The two pairs of eyes that like to miss.
Air cold and hard to breathe in.
"Sure, I believe in silence."
I hate when we fight like this.
Sheets inspired by Berlin.
Sky pouring droplets of violence.

Feeling there's nothing left to discuss
Frost turning glass into art
Sometimes fate clings to weather
"There is no future for us.
Perhaps not even apart,
But definitely not together."

This is not sad it's not blue,
we knew this was coming from get go.
As we say our last -
"I love you."
"I love you...."
And finally -
let go.

pictures full of smiling Ghosts.
reminding of all that's Lost.
drowsy clouds encased in Glass.
deep cracks that shall never Pass.
reflecting eyes of Despair.
possessing a painful Stare.
belonging to tired Pulse.
of good intentions - bad Results.
foolish veins that like to Trust.
beautiful mind crushed to Dust.
perhaps made from Hematite.
smart, but never quite Refined.
filled by thoughts so bitter Sweet.
merciful, yet guilt-filled Deed.
memories that taste like Lead.
and wedding vows left Unsaid,
to fading smell in Pillows -
of Widowers and Widows....

feel the heavy air, dose of Atmosphere...
winds argue through trees, like words used To...
searching for the light, that almost Disappear...
i see the eyes of heaven, and salty water fall Through...

and so i Wonder... please tell me my Darling...
is it the Rain... what is Coming?