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Leone Lamp May 6
I'm busy busy busy
I'm late I'm late I'm late
I've got to meet a rabbit
I've got to meet my fate

For if you trip and stumble
And take a long long fall
You might take some comfort
In the writing on the wall

It says the cakes a lie!
The roses never were red!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
The last words that they said

There's no time for fantasy
The world's out of hand
Visit Alice another time
Curse that wonderland

We're living in the matrix
Dot dash, dot dot dot dash
We just have to accept it
As we wait for it to crash

One foot in and one foot out
Abstractify, you lazy lout
Yes, I'm sure reality's an illusion
But I can't afford to live in confusion
Just peeping through the keyholes of the doors of perception.

Also, if anyone is curious, dot dash, dot dot dot dash is "AV" in morse code, which felt particularly appropriate.

Traveler Jan 24
What scientist thought to be a Big Bang
Was actually the main frame
Booting up!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
What if i just packed my bags and ran away,
never showed up through the light of day,
This life seems like a paradox we live throughout our own thoguhts,
this world, the touch, the love we see and feel, is it even all real?
One day when i lay through my flower bed,
am i in a matrix of never ending dreams, from horror and love to all things that seem real when i lay my head to sleep?
Dreams are recurring but so is this life, so tell me this now
are we in a dream when we open our eyes, or do we just dream when we close our eyes?
I want to feel love, no pain but pleasure,
I want to seek something more high of a real temptation to live in this world,
but when you're trapped with just your fantasied thoughts,
how can we truly know when to stop?
I woke up this Morning, came back to my bedroom and thoughts began to linger in my mind and this is what was said.
Sharon Miedema Dec 2020
Midnight at the Matrix.
Only in poetry music, ***.
Sometimes there's a way out.

And a dreamland in the inbetween.
Seeing things you haven't seen.
But there are some boundaries.

There are little worlds behind them.
You can see them but you can't go there yet.
And creatures walking around you ignoring you.
This world is not yet yours.

Midnight at the matrix.
Trying to get ready to relax.
Finishing your last phone call.

You both broke down on the other side of the line.
Both vacuum ****** and you can't get through the end of the bowl.
Cause there's no end at all.
No end in a vacuum bowl.

Still not completely ****** in the same way.
But soon you'll be ****** together in the same old bowl.
One of you just came out of war, the other out of hell.
Not much difference, still a world of a difference.

One is still and the other always ill.
Cause being ****** in a bowl where everything is too much makes you never relax...
Being ****** in a bowl after a war is a calm in the eye of a storm.
An eye of glass....

Midnight at the Matrix.
Only in poetry music, ***.
Sometimes there's a way out.
Been peep'n at the world
through my
So peep this my people
And if I may happen to offend?
You can go ahead and bleep this
Freedom of speech
That's about to breach barriers
Or should I say
Marketing to fix the visuals in the
Cause we're all intellectual
Intelligent individuals
About to take the next leap tho
Feeling froggy?
Well we can play leap frog for a
Leap Year
On the calendar like Spring
We leap wherever clarity brings
the most satisfaction of
Different factions and streams of
So do I have an Alibi on my side?
Who's in my Circle
Circle Yes or No
Partakers of the Do or Die
A Ride or Die?
The Millennial Language
A subject of the who what
where and when
And the wonder whys of Life
But all subject to the Majesty
Ruling just beyond the heights
Of Higher Heights
And Deeper Depths
Now wether On or Off
The topic of Intelligent Design
Has been avoided
Which is
A human error in an era
But Yo
Let's just call it what it is
Human beings being
Cell-shaded with Self-hatred
Discriminated against
With no Basis
By other Races
May deem Racist
Stuck in this Matrix
We slowly
Prequel to " Prototype S "
This is a
to make my
# Great
     Escape #
To negate the state
of the
Status  Quo
This is my
Status  Quote
It's so
that my status
" Quotes "
like a  Catapùlt
Had flung words
that I wrote
And launched them
into the
In a
( Sphere )
beyond the status
F. e . a . r
Now outer  Space°
is my
/ Attic \
But I can't hear'em
beyond the
~> Static <~
It's as if they were

« Here »

And now I'm craving'em
like an  Å ddict
Still sniff'n the
A force of
Hå bit
And now I'm
that I'm
( .......? )
( ............? )
( .......? )
Out spawns
the attacks
!! Panic !!
Escaping the Matrix
Overcoming f.e.a.r and idleness
And breaking through the writer's block / mental block
A triple by-passing of the cold dark polar regions of the bipolar seasons of oneself

With just a simple Stargate-dash
and escape away
From all the harsh torrential landscapes
But never leaving un-scathed

And as a certain pathway appeared
before me?
New hope was displayed in the face of dis-may

For now I realize?
That I am just a partaker in this Matrix*
With a sixth-sense I am like Neo

Cause wherever I go?
It's like a mystery is unleased
For I am revealed uncut and untamed


Some might even say
that I am of a feral-breed
But yet?
I remain still sane

You can call me what you may
But most?
Would just as well call me
a No_Name

For I am no one's slave
And I share no man's name
So I guess?
You can call me., a blank slate
Or maybe..

A missing., link?

No no no..
On second thought
Wait., let me think?

Call me Unchained
like D'jango
Just to give a little history on why I started writing. This was the day that I decided that I was going to write in my own way, in my own creative freeflowing style, without any chains or shackles.
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