Best Simulation Poems
Some say we live in a computer simulation.
A simulation run by others further along.
Our sentients is just as real as theirs.
“I think therefore I am.”
If this is true, what do we do?
Some interesting possibilities could be true.
Could we live simulated lives ad infinitum?
If simulated here could we be simulated anywhere?
Could this be a game and we’re judged by results?
Could there be consequence for how we behave?
Could Heaven and Hell actually be real?
Might want to plan accordingly.
Today
I'm mistaken
Living a life of lies
That tomorrow will be certain
A step down my
Fine line into dreadful
Unknown
Unknown
Painfully so
Wandering through a path
Previously prescribed to me
A privilege
To make my own choices
I fear
I fear
Left to me to
Decide what is better
Blunder is inevitable
And so parents
And theirs before them too
Decide
Decide
Leave nothing to
Chance, God forbid you are
In control of what’s going on
You are a pawn
In a simulation
For all
For all
Any step still
Is a big leap backward
Back into the simulation
We need to get
Out of and help the rest
Of us
Signs and symbols as idols for truth’s god as meant
Introspection of man’s society by society
Mirror of conceit and the non-existent
Universal veiling of this reality
Long gone days are dreamed of, symbolised, and spurred
A painting of a world that no longer exists
Creation of Man and of Saklas are blurred
Reigning supreme is hyperreality that persists
And our only salvation is Christ, the logos and the truth
Parents crisscross
Love overrides a sullen display-
My mind is not on time
Him: There's this moment. Just a flash in a pan shaped Sun- eternally blazing. Refusing to explode.
His subconscious: You have experienced this before. It will happen again. But, it doesn't matter. Nothing does. You're just a cycling force of energy, vain enough to think you have any sort of impact; or control of anything. The truth is: you're alone. You always have been.
Him: And I'm usually in my car- just before leaving home. It's early morning and quiet. My hand is at the ignition. Foot on the clutch. And, I just stop and look through the windshield. I watch limbs sway and nature flourishing. And I revel in the malpractice of peace- wondering why this nebulous moment is the only time I feel any sort of hope. That glass between the world and I. My hands on the ignition. My foot ready to release the power of a mechanical heart; While my own saunters into a sort of surreallity. And, then I exhale. Turn the key. My radio blares. But, I don't hear the music. The peace is gone. I can't concentrate. I immediately want to go back inside and sleep. For as long as I can.
His subconscious: You are everything. You are nothing. There is no one else to care. If there was, why would they?
Her: Wow. Honey, I don't really know what to say. We all go through these sort of things. Have those feelings- thoughts, at one point or another. I'm anxious all the time. But, it's just mind over matter. You know? You've just gotta be strong. Like I know you are.
He smiles, and nods. "You're probably right"
In the bathroom his eyes meet the mirror. Closer and closer. He tries to peer inside. Attempting to see the cogs turning. Trying desperately to understand. Hazel eyes reflect hazel eyes, and he is left wanting. Alone. Terrified by the idea that if he goes back into the bedroom he'll still be talking to himself. That he'll still be eternally cycling. Trying to love an illusion that he created.
-James Kelley 2018
Global outreach and broken barriers
Carriers of diseases and hydroponics
Hypnotic supersonic satellite memories
Simmering beneath a veil of gray
Stay and memorize a million lies
Ties to be cut while the government denies
Demise is written in the stars
Scars molded into the very bone
Lone gunmen create chaos
Pay us in prayers and solitude
Gratitude in fictional farewells
Bells ring over a black sky
Why did it have to come to this
Kiss the hissing smoke
Choke on the idea it's all real
Feel everything burning slowly
Lonely is the one who knows the reason
Seasons come and seasons go
Flow from one line to the next
Hexed and vexed It was one last text
Perplexed it lacked all pretext
Annexed by a world that doesn't care
Nightmare unto nightmare solemn amen
Again we traverse and transmogrify
Occupy your mind and detoxify thoughts
Brought from regurgitated program shows
Dispose of the evidence as circumstantial
Substantial evidence in a simulation theory
Speculation and Simulation
Sometimes we may make mere speculation;
What we really should do is use simulation,
And then realize,
We did improvise,
And will then be secure and have protection.
Jim Horn
The universe has no purpose.
It's a part of the spiral multiverse.
Reality is but a multi-party agreement.
And simulation?
Lay back and enjoy the ride.
We are in it.
ocean waves relax
soothe the soul
computer magic
If information is the fifth dimension,
and computer code is written
into the fabric of the universe,
then physicists postulate the reality we see
is only a simulation.
If so I must ask who wrote the code,
and why not delete the equations
that give us greed, hatred, fear and war?
"James Gates Finds Computer Code In String Theory Equation,"
June 23, 2015, spiritualcoretheory.com
"A new experiment could confirm information as the fifth state of matter," March 2022, interestingeginerring.com
I got rid of the toxins empathically
a path in computer science
unique file for friendships
obsolete a techs understanding
depends how you read
Attentions a beast
Lack of communication
Dates are outdated
we network for a couple of weeks
The way I look at things
went from pager To engineer of a tablet
Sumerian skills I clay any gadget to rest.
I bleed code think frequency
I'm just having Diner on a sky scrapper
wait for the update
Have been fearful to invite fears
Being careless to forget tears
Sometimes I wonder what if
We would have fulfilled all the
Promises we made with will
Something like a sharp knife
My subconscious stabs me
Just to know how to feel
Setting all the barriers free
Also knows how to heal
Tried to make up with bribe
Without any certainty
As if been plugged in
Without a real connection
Those memories are green
But not still the affection
You let it be broken so
I have tried even though.
The perfect
Simulation
Might be one
In which
The denial that
This is a
Simulation is
Perfectly
Simulated..
Which seems
Perfect
To the one
Searching for
Perfect
Explanations..
Is all this Allusion
Simply an Illusion
Confusion becomes Arcane
Machination simulation
Overplayed Arcade
Compiled of piles
Underlayed charades
All awhile a smile
From delayed Cliches
Versatile Beguile
Endures soft Laughter
Ensured another Chapter
The Lure is Pure
Unsure
Of what comes After
Life of Demure
Better than Life of Immure
Intertwining for the Finding
Of the Ultimate Cure
She is not much outspoken this one
Ever quite mulling over what knows God
Her effect is she has one always second guessing
Never quite sure if you have the right desired vibe
If you don’t watch her body language she is easily cross
Her nature is intriguing while unsettling in equal measure
I pride myself on my perceptional capabilities yet me desire more
What makes her passionate for you can hardly fault her as uncaring
What makes her angry and what is it she hiding behind that ulterior look
Our people have a saying where the waters are calm the pool runs deep
I am unravelling her turning stones for there’s so much she holds from others
Should it be that I let her be unperturbed she will never leave her holed cocoon
She is a beautiful butterfly I pray not a moth drawn to the fiery light of a lantern
Only to suffer a fiery annihilation at the hands of the naked lantern flame so besought
What of me do I have the patience or do I snap and walk away hoping she’d but open up
Am I head over heels in love or falling over a cliff I am too a tad mysterious dear not easily read
Let me send you the North wind and harken to my voice you South wind go hastily to my lover say
Why all the trials beloved do’ open the doors that I might gain entry let the peoples rejoice in our love
So as it was the hills of Bashan and Sion sang with merry when my lover did accept me into her hands Bebi Carol Eeh Le mi Rimi leo me luv you.. you remind me of Cleopatra and his Ceasor love unceasing
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