Best Matrix Poems
I often think
In darker times
It's pointless toil
Creating rhymes
For what do rhymes
Achieve, and such?
Perfection strives
For words to clutch
Some faint idea
Some headlocked chat -
It smiles, then fades
Like Cheshire Cat
Chasing thought
Down rabbit hole
Succeed or fail
No heads will roll
From bitter world
To jammy tart
Where sweetness lives
In printed heart
No grumpy queen
No neckline threats
Beguiling words
This soul begets
Perhaps, in time
Simplistic notion
Can be transformed
With the right potion
Perhaps, if time
Allows, we will
Through heartfelt words
Our dreams fulfill
Ego seeks grandeur,
as soul does censure.
Darkness veils darkness,
stifling consciousness.
Love employs no force,
to cleanse fissures coarse,
so light pays penance,
deepening suspense.
How long will we wait
to walk through heart’s gate,
becoming the light,
shining within bright?
05-April-2022
Escape the Matrix
Or
Escape from madness (Lesson23)
Attack on freedom
Attack on war
Attack on cancer
Attack all we deplore
Attack the attacker
As long as you don't see
The attacker is hiding
Camouflaged in you and me
Attack thoughts
Leads to effects we see
Cascading thoughts
Determine destiny
God will heal our guilt
God will heal our pain
Forgive us all
We are just insane
Diana Dalton
19 August 2014
So, if a matrix is a body substance, in which all cells are embedded?
Then can I not spiritually say that the body of Christ is also a matrix?
Well, is it safe to assume or safer to not assume the differences in such?
If I have a World Wide Web with many matrixes, there must be a main.
How does one achieve the main matrix without a conversion of all matrixes?
Each living breathing organism has a matrix, but what supplies this?
Seems how all bodies have cells embedded in a matrix,
Is it not safe to assume that the universe has a matrix?
If so, where is the main universal matrix?
There must be a connection of some sorts,
Nevertheless, what is it and where is it?
Moreover, why has this not been thought of?
If the body is the temple of the Lord,
Then He must have a main matrix.
Matrix is Latin for womb.
So in which womb is this matrix?
Only a female has a womb.
There must be one that is required by none.
Now let us get even more difficult here.
We have a World Wide Web with many matrixes.
What if the World Wide Web is an individual womb?
It obviously has good and evil in its growth.
Could there have been two that fused by one?
Could there have been a conversion of all matrixes.
Or is there only one main matrix being a female?
Let us get back to the body of Christ and His matrix.
Let us even go to your own bodies matrixes.
An enclosure within in which something originates or develops,
This is what lives and breathes inside of you every day, a matrix.
Do we not develop Christ within ourselves, and He our originator?
Is it not safe to assume that we are the body of Christ?
Moreover, that we are of a matrix that has a universal main matrix?
®Registered: Ann Rich 2006
>>1111>>MATRIX HIT>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<
date written: 26.11.2015
The conception of computer science leads us to believe,
That the possible digital world inside we should leave;
When augmented with medicine and live, artificial arms,
The human-robot may raise many loud alarms.
A world of vast computer space with such dangerous functions,
Ackermann would quake at such duplication gumption;
To be able to copy yourself, to many times self-indulge,
Makes others avoid your egotistical, delusional bulge.
One tablet: Red or Blue? New life or your mundane existence?
But the journey only validates relationships normal with persistence;
Technology is carved by your own mind which has a kind superior,
Who knows your limits, understandings and warm interior.
Spatial transportation must be used for good and love,
The digital space does not give integrity the shove;
It’s our invention and must be bound by righteous laws,
To forbid its abuses and imprison peodophile flaws.
Muscles flex for good, healthy, and liberating computing,
Your friendships, interests and creativity are for routing;
Popularity, commendation and consolations are in store,
For your happenings, occasions and scares which mean more.
The Soup is playing tricks on me
Or I am losing what is left
On my grasp on reality
And WhatsHisName’s committed theft.
Time and again, I write a verse,
Submit it to a contest next,
Return to find it gone, or worse,
Imagine holes in my cortex.
I know I’ve goofed a time or two,
I might go high as three or four,
But, Soup, you’ve got a glitch in you
And it’s not one that I adore.
Abecedarian I am,
But steady at this game of late,
By double-check, careful exam
To see my poem through the gate.
On my return on the next day,
I’ll check to see if it’s still there,
And, nope, appears it’s gone away;
A real pain in the derrière.
It’s probably some kind of sign:
Eschew the contests and just write,
But is this problem only mine,
Or have you also had this fight?
“What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within”
On a place called earth, we live, then die -
We work, we love, we laugh, we cry.
Some have their freedom; some do not,
and some do only as they’re taught.
This Matrix sometimes seems surreal.
You need to question how you feel.
Do not be fooled by man’s deceit.
Choose what will make you feel complete.
Two pills there are. It’s up to you
to choose the red one or the blue.
The blue is chosen generally.
But does this mean you’re really free?
The blue means prison even though
so beautiful blue’s dream can be!
A rebel, I prefer red’s truth -
life’s harsher pill: reality.
April 7, 2022
for The Matrix Poetry Contest of Unseeking Seeker
When Robots surpass
There human creators evolution
Will they give us
The Red Pill
Or
The Blue Pill
To navigate the Matrix
Of course we know.
It is desire, of the beautiful,
and of the base. It is
the consummate gift of God.
Here it is the cup is shared
both in this life
and in the life to come,
and I shall drink of it with gratitude
for in this draught is all the purpose
that I need.
From the table of our peace it rises,
spreads its covering cloud upon us all.
From this table souls are fed,
fractured lives made whole
and dessicated hearts
will burst exultantly.
It is for Everyman the paladin,
the source of every tool that we may use
to build our heaven and then
to share its joy.
Do you hear the song?
I do. It is the earth in which I play.
It is the sound of love
that drowns all doubt; it is the base
of all reality, and he who hears it
hears that voice alone.
Incomparable it is; it is the voice of home.
~
Born inside the matrix
Day one I'm taught how to handle this,
From realistic to fiction
Identifying what is....
I'm controlling this simulation,
The life I'm living
To the projection of illusions
That I have to decipher
To help my vision,
From numerals to miracles
What do I believe in?
The earth is set
Encoded with wars, poverty, suffering
and What I believe in will manifest in reality,
Causing emotional disturbances
Channeling low frequencies and
altering what I see,
And I observe life like I'm the sun,
Decoding possibilities,
Providing information to raise awareness and that's my flare,
mind shining
Radiations bursts through my skin
Burning my clothes
This is what I feel,
A lucid being is what they fear
So they cloned us from their wicked imagers,
Just a reflection that's what we are,
They stare at us,
like they staring at the mirror changing us at free will,
From what we wear to what we eat
So it all adds up to how we perceive,
Applying makeup to remake us
So we think that we are changing,
Moving with time,
We call this evolving,
The truth is
There is no truth
Just lies that sound better than the other,
Different sides of it,
Choose a view,
From first, second to Third perspective
The dimensional cube we are born in,
The dice, life rolls every time
From 1 to 6, and the 7th day
Every day is a chance
Every way has an obstacle
So we make our dreams last
Infant to adult
What do we know about the past,
They control everything
From books to the internet
So you have to pass,
They created education as a form of social engineering,
So we all operate in the same system,
From physics to religion the strange combination,
But for this matrix they'll do anything,
So we rats and we paying taxes,
Call that rattex
Cause we are paying for our lives
And that's life?
Damn! we all have to wake up from this,
The Rubik's cube, untangle the mixed colours
so we see one colour and that's us,
Me and you shining
Seeing the world in a brighter perspective.
The Matrix
There’s no aloofness
Between you and me
And if I feel any distance,
That’s only the time
And if you feel it,
It’s only the space,
In which we’re stuck up
With our divergence
Towards our convergence,
By which we shall meet
And live together
In the matrix of our origin.
By: R K Chowdary Jasti
@ all copyrights reserved
[email protected]
Cutting through the matrix, I'm cutting through the matrix, gonna make it, what I wanna
make I can Make and when I make it, people gonna hate it, but gonna have to face it, I'm
cutting through the matrix , Know 3 men and an army will look to s.t.o.p this but you can not
stop this, will not stop I, so I'm a freeman no freedum but I'm dum free, please believe me.
Cutting through the matrix, I'm cutting through the matrix, gonna formulate it, what I wanna
formulate, I can Give rise to it and when I build it, people gonna hate it, but gonna have to
face it, I'm cutting through the matrix , Know 3 men and an army will look to interrupt this
but you can not discontinue this, will not impede I, so I'm a freeman no more Self-
Destruction but Full Free will, please believe this.
Tallan J bent (c) 27/11/2009 11:09Hrs
FEELING EMPTY,
FEELING MISGUIDED,
FEELING A WORLD UNAWARE,
OF A BIGGER PICTURE ON THIS PLANET.
MATERIALISM GONE WILD,
THE CONSUMER SET FREE IN A PRISON FOR OUR MINDS.
THE MOON MATRIX HOLDS US IN A PRISON WITHOUT WALLS.
WE ARE THE CREATORS OF THIS LIFE,
AND MANY OTHER LIVES WE HAVE LIVED.
WE KNOW THE TRUTH OF OUR LIVES,
AS WE MOVE THROUGH OUR DAYS.
LET US BE THE CREATORS OF OUR LIFE!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
DECEMBER 18, 2015.
Mother of All Mathematical Matrices
We did look at her dimensions over there;
LWH and hips started to carefully compare;
Really equal ratio;
Not reduce or grow;
Figured out her figure was a perfect square.
Not only perfect was it forever being;
In theorem created by a Pythagorean,
And each amenity
Contained infinity;
Beyond belief we had been believing.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
Continually equal and always agreeing.