#neo
"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
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
They say
She says
He says
Some say “it“ but are do not mean well.
You say “whatever“
And call yourself a bread
A sandwich.
You joke, you giggle.
I make it real.
Taking things serious,
Taking things literal,
Is a talent of mine.
But the idea of identity
It is a story of yours
These pronouns
Fresh like bread
Wholesome like wheat
Savory like heat
They are just like you
When nothing works
When all feels wrong
Sandwich will put a smile on you
And you
Might give a sandwich
to sandwir
A sandwich
is sandwirs
It is meant to be
Sandwich
Sandwir
Sandwir
Sandwirs
And sandwichself
The mania of grain and wheats
Will never be gone
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
Drink? Drunk,
Think, thunk,
Smoke skunk,
Beds; bunk,
Time? Now,
Rhyme, how?
Crime, wow,
I'm down,
**** = ******
Pills / Everybody,
Still + Study,
Chill - Buddy.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
This piece speaks with subtle attitude.
Its whispers echo over the crowded gallery
Yet only I can hear.
My eyes are fixated on its delicate details,
Tracing every stroke of the brush.
My sight is paralyzed.
The colors move and swirl,
Caught in a maelstrom of creativity.
The hues melt off the canvas,
Bleed down the wall,
Pool at the bottom,
Mixing but not blending,
And all I can do is watch.
Slowly the others follow suit,
Bleeding down the walls in a patient rush,
Stretching across the floor
So desperate and calm
Until It caresses my shoe.
It climbs my leg, rising and rising,
Staining my pants and skin.
It rises and rises still,
An orchestra of color making permanent residence.
I am terrified yet my breathing is slow,
Watching the details form.
Engulfed by color I turn to see
All the masses staring at me.
Speaking to one another with subtle attitude,
Whispers echo the crowded gallery,
Their eyes fixated on the delicate details,
Tracing every line,
Paralyzed.
My fear was met with thunderous applause.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
a house
of heat
and a
man with
silver tounge
went south
to spread
the news
with divergence
but never
a clamor
in his
throat would
obstruct his
jet in
the would
of Parr
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
tonight the sky died a little.
baked us in a soup thick as roux
****** lips,
loitering less,
meditations rests your head on my shoulder.
psychic fever functions as an embryo
EAT. EAT. EAT.
you were amniotic happy! stifled great! pushing jelly feeding the joyous ooze!
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Poetry, I’ll give you my unfulfilled dreams
and yearnings, any part of my past, that
brews resentment. I’ll keep the rest and
I’ll smile.
(Knowledge Variable)
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
Like neo in the matrix-
hand up, palm out to stop the bullets being sent my way.
In mid air, inspecting and reconfirming with self, seeing this for what it truly is.
Some stay comfortably asleep, always revealing their true selves when you're seeking knowledge of self;
the agents of the matrix tryna sabotage and block the progress.
Still plugged in, believing the lies of this manufactured world.
Speaking through harmonic tones from one of the four chambers of the heart,
planting seeds in the ears of those who choose to hear, always hitting the mark.
It's the
poetic mystic,
swimming in the subconscious whirlpool created by two fishes;
two eyes closed and one open in triple black darkness, letting intuition lead,
In tune with the feminine energy, listening attentively.
With the Oracle I speak deep within my dreams,
fighting to recover forgotten history while they wishing that I would just shutup and go back to sleep,
but this soul burns with a desire to seek truth and so I continue to seek.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
She'd gone from discharge straight back to the office, dressed in her sweats and intake band. She got into the elevator, fingered lucky seven, and rode the way up stuck in molasses thoughts, in anger and shame.
She was no one's property, The Agency's least of all.
The neon lights over River City's southeast side popped and sparked, dancing gracefully in the array of dull grey derelicts. She watched them exploding through the safety of the glass.
She'd tell Asgar exactly what she thought.
"I don't give a **** about the why, I give a **** about the how. How could you do that to me, man?"
I was doing you a favor.
"No, don't even -- you were doing your ******* self a favor. "
Oh, of course. We all thought you might like to have some teeth, Miriam.
"Don't say my name like that! I'm not your ******* daughter."
Calm down, okay? Please?
"You made a decision about my body that was not yours to make. If I want to be a toothless crone, that's my business. If I want to have one *** and a **** that's my ******* business, Asgar. "
And when it was over, as most do, she rode the way home with her head hung below her shoulders, wondering if the words she'd found to say were too true. She wondered, what some wonder, if her truths were better used when they were cut from the script to defuse inconvenient situations.
When she went inside, Miriam threw her keys and her clothes into a pile by the bedroom door, pulled the band from her wrist and then stepped into the shower. She'd go out. If she truly weren't worth her weight, then she'd throw herself to the city, hoping to trade what was left for ***
And drugs. Drugs, too.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC
A red bird has flown soaring in the great height of the
purple sky. The thrilling scream was as a shrill cry on
the soundtrack. The bird has disappeared into the sky,
and all it could be heard was the sound. That cold sound
became fluid in the ears. A forked green lightning following
a zigzagging pattern appeared from an antimatter space.
The eyes fixed wide-open up, and the mouths kept silent.
A ship has left the dock to disappear in the mobile horizon.
It seemingly disappeared and reappeared based on where
the eyes were looking; the eyes were not able to leave the dock.
When the ship could not be seen, a prolonged blast could be
heard. Finally, the ship disappeared in an antimatter space,
where cold could illuminate and beat the heat to burn everything
as we beat the heat with icy cold neck wraps. The eyes fixed
wide-open toward, and red screams grew from open mouths.
The sun lost its strength to become redder than it was before.
In the twilight, its disk disappeared below the mobile horizon.
Its power was in the spirit and the matter of the freezing cold.
The eyes were unable to see where the sun was going. In the
soft and purple mist, they looked like little amethyst stones.
The violet light slowed down in the water much more than the
red light refracted. The waves of alternating strength in electric and
magnetic fields moved around the Earth in the tick of a clock.
The mouths murmured, but the anti-sound made them all be quiet.
From an airplane in the sky, the eyes could see two rainbows with
colors in opposite order forming a complete circle. The eyes could
move up and down to see the red light that refracted out of
the droplets at steeper angles than the blue light. The mind could
imagine another rainbow made of complementary light wavelengths
such as green, blue, violet, red, orange, yellow-orange and yellow.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC