Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

Virus

"Virus"



Connections 
We are links 
in The Machine
We are the virus
spreading 
each weak application
generated internally
stored souls 
captive here 
in the
Great In-Between
We carry within
a programmed 
instruction,
we are simply 
software
processed by a 
Central Processing Unit
it sits commanding
fixated 
like a King 
at the Heart 
of the 
Machine
Ready to switch on
Ready to switch off
Our circuits 
riddled for 
the strangest
results

We are the virus
waiting to bloom

out of
compartments
electric we 
spread

Green lights 
genetics read 

We pulse to 
a unified beat
Kiss light 
out of the 
Womb
held upside
down 
gingerly 
by our feet
a rush to the head
a slap to entreat
a new breath
a new language
to speak

Infectious
Contagious

waiting to bloom
we are the new ghosts
of a virus 
waiting exchange 
to a new room

We are software
processed by a 
Central Processing Unit
it sits 
like a King

silently evaluating
it sits still and serene
pulsing likeness
never seen

Light and dark 
bytes 

In the Heart of the Machine 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)




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Jenish Somadas February 21, 2020 at 11:49 PM A strange infection.. Killing the natural world – The human virus. Lady Labyrinth February 22, 2020 at 6:17 AM I thought I'd write an 'interesting' poem ... that might make people think, or not.... thank you Jenish. x

Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 7:47 PM "Once upon a time there was a deadly Virus. It was let loose into the system, it propagated and spread swiftly, eating up it’s own circuits and internal landscape, like a venomous spider eats its own young. An Anti-Virus was administered, a great battle ensued and burnt through all warring circuits, stations, and on all platforms, the virus was overtaken and became as one, like a snake swallowing its own tail. The Ghost in the Machine was happy. Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 10:12 PM For a little while the machine functioned peacefully, until what was originally created and thought banished, like a Creeper ate through quarantine and teamed up with Brain. Replicated as the One, the War to End All Wars Never Won, began again. The machine went up in flames like a star swallowed by a black holed sun, evaporated, all noise ceased. All was nothing.” Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 7:49 PM The first computer virus, called “Creeper system”, was an experimental self-replicating virus released in 1971. It was filling up the hard drive until a computer could not operate any further. This virus was created by BBN technologies in the US. The first computer virus for MS-DOS was “Brain” and was released in 1986. Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 7:48 PM Georgia / revert LadyLabyrinth Short Stories

Frederic Parker February 21, 2020 at 5:51 PM we were created by nature so she could look at herself when she is done looking she will be satisfied or not, either way, our use will be done with Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 7:59 PM Mother is the body we are destroying; all her platforms and dimensions we contaminate, eat up, destroy.

Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 1:15 PM https://youtu.be/Fe6X9fLLp0Y

Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 1:13 PM The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda/Volume 4/Writings: Poems/Kali the Mother Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 1:14 PM KALI THE MOTHER The stars are blotted out, The clouds are covering clouds, It is darkness vibrant, sonant. In the roaring, whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics Just loose from the prison-house, Wrenching trees by the roots, Sweeping all from the path. The sea has joined the fray, And swirls up mountain-waves, To reach the pitchy sky. The flash of lurid light Reveals on every side A thousand, thousand shades Of Death begrimed and black — Scattering plagues and sorrows, Dancing mad with joy, Come, Mother, come! For Terror is Thy name, Death is in Thy breath, And every shaking step Destroys a world for e'er. Thou "Time", the All-Destroyer! Come, O Mother, come! Who dares misery love, And hug the form of Death, Dance in Destruction's dance, To him the Mother comes.

Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 12:57 PM Are Humans the Virus Species? Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 12:57 PM https://blog.arocha.org/en/are-humans-the-virus-species/

Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 12:56 PM Are Humans a Virus on the Planet? Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 12:56 PM https://vocal.media/futurism/are-humans-a-virus-on-the-planet

Ts Poetry February 21, 2020 at 5:57 AM Slowly infecting one another with every key stroked...love the metaphor you used my Modesty xx...it is sad times Ts Poetry February 22, 2020 at 6:48 AM Something interesting...we are not the crazy ones....https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voluntary_Human_Extinction_Movement Lady Labyrinth February 21, 2020 at 12:55 PM I was reading a Washington Post article yesterday, which gave me pause to think...surveying the plethora of disastrous human activities and our impact on this planet, one has to query, the soul's real purpose here. p.s. V.S.A.S. I am my own person, I belong to no man. x