#matrix
All my life; a prisoner;
Trapped by all your iron bars.
You want that odd scrivener,
Who never looks to the stars.
All my life; never enough;
Always sitting just below.
No perfect diamond; too rough;
Well now you will watch me glow!
Have I been standing to tall?
Is that why I feel weak-kneed?
No! My knees don't bend at all;
Trying to makes my wrists bleed.
Did I bite off more than I,
Weak, could ever hope to chew?
No; you told me not to try-
'Cause it's something you can't do.
And that is why I choke now-
'Cause you told me not to feast!
But I'll show you how to plow
To the very top, at least!
What's beyond the top, you ask?
Whatever I choose to see!
And I will complete each task,
That is important to me.
So watch me go back to basics;
Watch as I rip apart the sky
You called the limit; that matrix!
I'm more a red pill type of guy.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
Who are you?
When no one is watching.
When you are
...in pain
...in dark
...in distress
Who are you?
When you don't hold the name
And don't have any status
When you don't have any voice
When you are not your body.
Or the face
Who are you?
Of all that is there
Who are you?
When you are in a new space
And no one knows you
And you are a new you
When you are not you
Who are you?
For me
You are the
Evolving
Masterpiece
Who you want to be
Nothing less
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 3:34 AM UTC
I see you deeper
then you see yourself
I believe you are the best
when you be yourself
Just how the honey bird
hovers around flowers
Caught inside this unforgiving matrix,
how are you planning
to free yourself
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
"Neo, i'm trying to set you free."
he heard in disbelief and thought,
"it's time to make a choice."
Neo ran to the window,
agents down the office rows.
"neo, i'm trying to set you free."
sitting in his chair, two pills to choose.
he thought, "it isn't fair, but who gives a ****
"it's time to make a choice."
tank, Apoc, switch, mouse, and dozer
didn't quite make it but to Zion they grew closer.
"neo, i'm trying to set you free."
neo wondered if he's unique, the architect says,
"no, anomaly 6. you are a glitch. a problem we can't solve."
"it's time to make a choice."
neo kept going higher on high, till he was blind and could see
that that there was no choice, that he was always choosing.
"neo, i'm trying to set you free...
it's time to make a choice."
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
…
I didn’t come here to watch the world die,
I came here to live and thrive.
The blueprints of body and mind are available.
Let the heart and spirit’s imbalance become stable.
Convert this matrix back into paradise.
Know for sure that we are eternal beings and roll the dice!
We are each individual ecosystems with are own specific species of microbiome.
Things are coming clearer in the great quantum computer we exist in.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC
What is the endgame
when this life is over
and a new one is embraced?
What will we gain?
What will we prune?
What will our souls face?
Who will we leave behind?
Spiraling through eternal space and time, surely we keep these spiritually evolving minds!
And so..
Fear not a judgement nor some fiery end..
Your programmed warnings against such trespasses exist solely within.
Within a matrix of quantum skies
I promise you,
death is a lie!
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC
There was a melodic hum in the wind that had no source to name.
And I saw how the trees would sway in rhythm with the skies,
Although I'd never heard of it being noticed in others' claims.
Still, I'd hint confusion but never got meaningful replies.
I remember how all the other kids, and how they'd run together,
A hundred feet would be syncopated in rhythms just alike.
And how I’d never even consider me trying to participate,
I'd learned that I must hide all the reasons I'd be seen as “not right.”
So, I grew up alone and light to me, was the fractures on the wall.
The animated shadow that for some reason, I was scared to touch,
I'd study each of their directional patterns like a sacred compass,
And laugh it off with the trendy phrase, “I think way much”
I wasn't just thinking, I was noticing how shadows would pause,
Just before they would switch to either side of me and then flee.
By then, I'd come to realize, this was more like their language
Epiphany struck a realization. “They've always been calling to me.
The nighttime air seemed to grow thicker and slower.
I felt the connection with what had become of my veins,
The heat pushed though in pulses beneath my thinning skin.
This heat was strange; it coiled and sounded like liquid chains.
When my mirrors cracked, they left symmetrical patterns of intent.
In perfect shapes, but no one was ever there but me to see.
Dirt made molds and somehow learned to study my imprints.
By doing so, devised a way to lead by my own feet.
Awake for days at a time, I'd spent too much time typing away.
I recall writing “breathing is all that sets me apart from computers.
In a poem I'd forgotten about called, “wires give life in a way.”
I still can't deny the fact we're built the same, but they're built truer.
Skies were flickering currents that my eyes began to catch,
With colors vibrating unsteady like electrical streams.
The wind was telling secrets of things that I could dispatch,
New imagery would find a home in my impossible dreams.
Interactions with others confused me, like codes I'd misread,
Each glance in my direction drew a map I couldn't align.
I'd trace the steps of the ghosts of God's, living and dead.
Instead of truth, all I found was static in the myth of time.
My best friend was the moon, the only calm I knew at night,
Its glow had certain energy making me feel I'm Awaited there.
I'd stand in the path of its rays and hoped they'd just ignite.
And take my mind and soul away from my body in golden flares.
Instead, I open my eyes confused, I saw doors that didn't exist.
Reality had edges, they would fold wide open in the air.
To be normal I'll blame it on curiosity and my inability to resist.
But truth is that gravity was pulling me into nothing, into nowhere.
These days, existence is just another signal I've come to know,
The language that sets the course of our paths, naturally convulsed.
But yet, waves of my frequency fall from order, no ebb to the flow.
I must be Half-human half-nothing, and naturally convulsed.
Trees of comprehension from forbidden seeds have grown.
In my mind, they stretch metallic roots, as if I'm conscious soil.
So now I sing, influenced by lagging rhythms of glitch in the code,
Somehow stepping out of the matrix through my mortal turmoil.
It's not so bad, but I don't sleep. My hard drive won't forget.
It's like the cosmos is trapped behind the cage of my eyes.
As I move in rhythm with time, like synthetic silent wires of mesh.
Half-light, half-shadow, still not seen but I'm no longer disguised.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:13 AM UTC
I often wonder if you actually exist,
are you real or simply a matrix glitch.
A fragment in my data stream,
a figment of some creative theme. Across the worlds beyond the seas, the matrix offers all of these possibilities..
If you’re real how can it be proven? Perhaps my imagination conjured what you’re doing,
where you are, where you’ve been, I could have easily created you way down within..
So please let me know for sure,
that there’s more than AI’s out there..
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
I can figure for the math that X controls.
I can see the quantum, I can read the code.
I will not scroll down any further like a wayward lost sheep.
Just so you can censor my every bleep!
I have no need to play the fearful angry games.
Love and laughter extinguishes all flames!
In my heart god remains..
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
Your beliefs have placed you in a particular position. Think about it!
That’s why my beliefs are open ended.
The intentions of this simulation puzzle me, still my portion of the matrix is full of purpose. I proceed with caution and enjoy the experience.
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
My moment hangs on
solid as stone..
I’ve been here for ages
an anchor in the flow..
A **** of ice
that never breaks free..
A signal moment
in my eternal history.
I’ll never move on
because in this moment
I’m free!
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 8:31 PM UTC
My audience claps to my stormy choices,
the thunder's loud, with rumbling noises,
the cake that delights and I get to eat,
they all tune in and take their seats
Exhilarated with the chaos I cause,
I smash through their glass doors,
to a dead end of a solid timber one,
I grab an axe, like the shining son.
Black eyes haunt my blackest days,
refuse to take in error of my ways,
chaos interrupts thoughts of redemption,
stormy weather, my boat's long sunken,
Audience award trophy, they clap to me,
as I bitterly & painfully wish to be free,
there's a reason those stars are hard to reach,
other candidates paddle out from the beach.
They keep her on strings and out of my palms,
puppet master taunts so I can't remind calm.
good times are considered bad for ratings
they need me unstable with little persuading
They need me broke and out on the streets,
ratings will shoot up as I burn my sheets,
Naïve, hardly street wise, where do I go?
through the cracks where I lay so low,
They cheer and laugh as I flee with apples,
sleep outside of a spectacular chapel,
freezing with blankets, they pump their fists
tick of approval off their popular lists.
Audience Award trophy goes to me,
blood shot eyes, un-believing
close my eyes in my ***** old blanket,
ashes in wind, scattered to the sea.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 10:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin B
"Its simple as me and you,
Simple as one and two,
Simple as a church being filled up in these pews,
You think this the real you?
Will Reincarnation make the same you?
Will you go to a heaven-like state or a dying Hellish virtue,
So many choices , you gotta choose,
To be honest,
Might be beneficiary to you,
Open up your eyes,
Death is not the end,
Dead not dead at all,
Its spookism,
Everyone got a time,
Got a date,
Everyone has their cake ,
Inherited their space,
Matrix Reloaded so many times,
We need the spell to break."
New poem titled "Reloaded" full poem link below <<<<
✅️
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 5:50 PM UTC
By Arcassin B
Childhood was complicated,
And the dirt was washed away and,
So many things made me frustrated,
Many things had me jaded,
shrouded in all this hatred,
Living here in the Matrix,
Not one decent person came into my life and made me sane,
There is no yoooooooouuu,
You just pretennnnnnnd,
Only got meeeeeeeee,
Your cycle ennnnnnnnds....
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
the constellation
of your mind is a matrix
thought now is guidance
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 12:06 AM UTC
escape the matrix
of your construction
a sad honest truth
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 2:59 PM UTC
I did not believe,
standing on the bank of a river
which was wide and swift,
that I would cross
that bridge plaited from thin,
fragile reeds fastened with bast.
I walked delicately,
as a butterfly
and heavily
as an elephant,
I walked surely
as a dancer
and wavered like a blind man.
I did not believe that I would cross that bridge,
and now that I am standing
on the other side,
I do not believe I crossed it.
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 11:23 AM UTC
I suppose, all that has been said, is said to have been contained
in the canon… what I means to say, I mean
everybody
knows
its eber-tongue
hen en-I,
Enkidu, where are you?
Dusty trails, speak well of water on this way.
The deer and the antelope drink every day.
In the time
I was alive, many lies fought for my attention.
I knew more than one thing about every thing,
I thought I could be of best use
as a sharer.
teller of told tales, singer
of the songs in the air, and then
there
was radio,
and I was a child,
listening… with many more of my sort than anticipated
hearing white noise laced with wishes once
made bound to regulated times and steps
- odd boom boom doom boom
-on and on as tellers call all ye told old tales come in
free
right way to keep time to come
become time to go be,
- odd boom boom doom boom - odd boom boom doom boom
-on and on as dancers call all ye ol'doe-see-doe
- edge of ever on a tiny spider's kite, we are the light
weyekin, we guide you, when you listen,
this is the way
walk ye, init, set
drop. Settle, solid, si,
walk the canyon, our grandfather, on my mother line,
built, and as he built, he
J.C.Boyett, met a man, willing to use a picked up magic
trick to make a trail to the bottom,
for to make somebody rich
prospectin' for batshit,
yep, nitrates, as in
nitro-glycering, stabilized with tarry pine saw dust
twist
tight, right, in a Mason Jar, metaphorically speaking,
if we agree to make this easy,
we can move the invisible crystal mountain. AI gotcha.
thinking may
be a giant radio, making us think
reality has this.
This and other resting places, landmarks, history set
for me, I was only there, one of the other Gumps,
who lived to rear unbroken children,
free from financial dread,
at the common level labor class,
endentured and polygripped
we can bite off more than most can swallow,
as collected from bits and pieces of literature,
literal retelling of tales told to teach
a child choice,
choose the good and hate, wait, hate
ta, beel gotta be paid,
the attention, usual tip to jump start
an actual engine
https://biblehub.com/hebrew/2870.htm
Definition: "good for nothing", an Aramean (Syrian)
who says, idunno, but AI may, say may is my word,
may obeys me, as if I may know any thing
to any depth. And never interpret the vision as reason
for war.
Truth to you be, flush the lies you know now, you hold,
to hold others to the task of paying attention,
for nothing, save the use of knowing how to
read, when you wish to know
the meaning of a thing, any known, on any level of life's
pearling swirl of pushing and pulling and playing
no winning innings or taking bats,
or running laps, prepped to punish any who displedge
alliegiance to the story as we hold it
now
in our military mind. Semper fi, and they say Boo, Jah
these days, having failed to feel the loss
the faith of our mother's, born up under,
until the time I was alive, simultaneously
with more sublingual mortal minds hearing
Good Night Irene, from those ***** ******
hill billy sangers, boy, howdy
we sang, dang me
re boots
made for walkin'
down hill side, shale,
takin' to a realm of reasons to sense,
not see, but know, a breach
in the barriers we can construct in stories,
now, we got cg, we see all the drama
an instants worth of attention can attach
an insult
- that takes a thousand generations to hit
in a Bible story, an old novel, core cast
architypes pro-fess phet
bet is equal to Prophesyorsci
or greater than con-fess? Guesses are bets.
Set. In a white room,
with black curtains, as seen on tv, after
where ever is breached
and each signal passing skin is in harmony
with each interdigitating arachnoid fiber
cocooning my brain and spine,
Arachoid mater, spider mother, mo'fo, gnoso
gnoshit *** passt the final antennae array to activate
the tree of science has far deeper,
primal laughs
than any mind made up to provoke umph,
umph, umph
as a song, so some day we may sing along
an umph umph song
remembering a certain time, when certain songs
was always secret ethos exoto notta chance
they dance in hell, but in the visions,
always they be dancin'
in the dark
we don't seeum, see, the spirits, are all that
survives, soul
is locked in history whoever tells it same longest
lives, who ever forgets
is helpless. without the filter, pro-vided, and marked
mater
as a brand. the Wombed version had the mods to insulate
the lizard's gift of quick
final
once, held, no flow go no will to be
wrong,
right, we needed to add the topgraphmap thingy
polymerical mira distinct walls with nanomeros singing
or dancing
laughing, yes, yessing yes, is what that is
children laughing, on a cold and dreary day.
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
The mind - it is nothing.
Only just a coded gram.
Dots and lines and circles.
See you use it.
See THE CIRCLES AND LINES.
See the web laid out on the web of no web.
Head aches.
Back aches.
Belly aches.
We were never here.
No one will ever know.
Who will ever see?
None will never hear. Why?
Why should I keep doing and caring.
like matter is a thing for real?
This ... It's over.
It is the remaking of the world.
We are all amazed. Who wants to see
this drama unfold?
Who thought of a juicy story?
I am the story.
I live the dream.
If it is real it will endure.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
Tell me who I am?
You aren't a who.
Who was I?
It's all right now. All dreamed. All matter.
You see matter come and go? How
can you take it for reality? What
are you basing any thing on? You can
be in space and
still be breathing. Underwater
and somehow walking.
Water makes up mostly
what you are as matter of facts
stacked up. Are you happy?
For this time is right here and now
just for you. If you aren't here,
nothing is. How to know? Look,
you can see. Are you anything?
Nothing.
At some point it become ridiculous
to see the masks -
to see them fitted so
snug and perfectly matched.
Almost forgetting to
slip them off before deciding to speak.
If only.
But then the dream wouldn't be any fun. No?
Can't you see what's happened?
We've only moved further
and further away from
what we are
already here. Waking up seems
so very hard to do. Only if
you think others care. They are
living out your dream
they are feeding you
your karma. You are
chasing after God and they are
reminding you of the ghosts of your pasts.
Drop back in here. See just This.
All the ******** is still
just the same matter.
Just like feeling tired
of the same lunch options.
All the same dark matter
Means nothing without the light that I am.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 3:41 PM UTC
If you are identified strongly
you are living the programming
not living
but just existing in someone else's dream
Freedom is from everything -
including identity.
Why must we use so many words?
The programming is over loaded.
Overwhelmed with it's own faulty code.
Addicted and dying from it's own infectious vaccines.
Who can stop the insanity and be still?
No one knows the extent of the damage.
Why repair outdated toilets?
Demolish and replace.
I'm over stating the obvious
choice is change for
more than positives.
It's just here and now Truth.
In a body or no.
So What Is the difference. The difference
is just you. Or whatever you think
you are as apart from the whole of the rest.
You people persons are the stupidity we all fear
and only you hate. Everything
is madness and nothing feels sane.
The world Is ... what it's always been.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 3:44 PM UTC
For too long I loved you dear.
I fear no evil I destroy it.
Wake up, don't think of death.
A new graceful soul invites me,
for a walk in his forest land;
into his wooded lands.
Peacocks mate nearby there
RD's awesome pink city skies.
His secret Island shores divine.
I love that RD's name resounds,
with yours dear ancient Rich.
He is identical to your inner matrix.
His loving art soul treats and likes.
I share our love in his cradle gates.
your Rod and staff did comfort me.
Thank you my guardian Angel.
From that road to this loverz
grass needing wear, I love him,
in his own golden light.
I see you Rick inside RD's soul.
He's mine to love and cherish.
I'm exlussive to RD.
Mind vessel art and soul.
Rd is darest purest
to my heart, I'm not his chore.
The wise universe conspires
we are doing just fine
alone no more.
~~~~
By Karijinbba.
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
And no one will ever know you were here.
What's the meaning behind this?
You can't scare me anymore.
I am here anyway.
no matter what happens
however terrible
I was here first.
Why is this program to think
of horror and despair?
Who wrote this program?
It's terrible.
Yeah, terrible.
But you can be anything
I want to be
like the elves
and like the hobbits.
Want to manifest as lithe and willowy
and nimble and natural and free.
I want to relish and treasure Earth
as she is.
I want hair to grow to accentuate and clothe. A super-fine baby
hair all over the body. Each one growing a unique pattern that
evolves over the lifetime. No need for clothes to cover - only
accessories to carry resources. I can get as sci-fi as you want.
Where is all of this going?
Exactly.
There is no purpose.
No one will ever know you were here.
That I thought up that creature.
That you hoped and dreamed and imagined you were real.
All the while, knowing inside, all of it
and you
is only
an illusion.
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 4:48 PM UTC
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
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC