we as living light
immerse ourself in deep trance ~
in cage of space-time
in life’s lucid dream
mistaken we’re body-mind ~
we dwell in darkness
befriending silence
animating heart’s vibrance ~
bliss mists rise within
The moment begins,
and every face ahead
leaves a trace unseen.
The silent exchanges gather
within the fragile self.
With every passing glance,
a slight shift settles.
A mind that reflects
unnoticed impressions
moves toward a thought
it believes its own.
Light does not return untouched
some parts always stay,
absorbed without notice.
Behind each decision
a thousand quiet influences wait,
aligning the final step
Nothing is truly as it seems,
All the floss, gloss, and high beams.
This stage is for actors who are merely
playing their parts hoping for a bigger part.
Man journeys across Earth each day, wrestling with an ego he can't tame.
Art imitates life's reflection as a mirror bitterly shows the same.
Inauthenticity casts a false glow,
While darkness within a transfixed heart binds, and the soul cries.
Yes! The soul cries loudly at first in the rebellious child,
Then all too quickly, that cry fades to a faint whimper.
And just like that, the show ends, and the curtains fall.
What is the aspect of life? when your stuck in the matrix, do you still see the light?
Do your run, walk, or crawl? why in every turn there's a wall? And all you can do is call!.
But silence seeps through every crack!
And you look around and no one's calling back!
Why have faith, when you have doubt? It's like everyone's being a scout, looking out! giving us doubt, about every truth we seek out!
What is family?
cause family will do you like dirt, and then ask for satisfaction, but you hurt.!
We struggle everyday, but life's just a game we play.
Were all in the matrix phaze. All stuck in a daze!
JUST KNOW...
Life repeat's, until the end of days!.
By: Keanna Williams
Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too
What has become of us and why
I really have no clue
Why must Sisyphus roll uphill
His boulder to the top
Forever, so he does it still
But we can’t see the flop
What stays untouched like it was meant
When overnight we die?
Was that a message left unsent?
Neither you know, nor I.
belief held too dear
another facet to fear ~
let go of matrix
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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
Delusion manifests as a thought form,
which we mistakenly take to be ours,
whereby arises a need to conform
but the taste of the fruit over time sours,
with ego seeking magical powers.
Though dreams within dreams in this way replay,
detached from outcomes, the pure of heart play.
(“Something From Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
My Carbon Footprint
As the rest of the world hurls into the future
Some of us are just left behind.
This year, this season, this month, this very day
Marks the point of no return
When AI has surpassed human control
And the world that we knew is no more.
I ask my wife if she thinks we’ll be the ones who adapt
And comply and accept a life in the pod,
And she says no,
We won’t survive.
“We are the carbon
That needs to be reduced.”
(3/4/25)
The Society Calls Me Black!
I looked into the mirror, but all that was painted was black,
"Blackey," they call me, but my brain isn't dark.
These potentials led to pits in the dark,
Welcome, the society calls me black!
I could have danced to the rhythm of their appraisals,
But my "Kolomentalism" left me in columns.
Like Matrix, I left my rows to get my arch,
The society calls me black!
My color made me the "?rú" in my territory.
With my possessions, I'm called an ape with so much savor.
Why must I obey?
The society calls me black!
With my sound base in the pharynx, why do I remain voiceless?
My talks went blank, so I was soundless.
Yet my intuitions are invaluable, but the locks that seized my voice are mysteries.
The society calls me black!
My uniqueness is now barbaric,
Living in a life that snares.
My "ila," the beauty, is now a mockery.
Because society still calls me black.
©Butterfly
Family programs used to abuse me
Relationship programs used to abandon me
Friendship programs used to outcast me
Resource programs used to hinder me
Society programs used to influence me
Institutional programs used to distort me
Principality programs used to discredit me
Municipality programs used to harass me
Mass media programs used to haunt me
Religious programs used to control me...
I am standing with healed wounds,
I am stronger the expected,
I am wiser without a doubt,
I am present without resentment,
I am fearless, brave and powerful
I am free.
No mystery here.
I’ll speak the truth,
Whatever that truth may be.
Some say truth is relative.
How can that be the case?
What’s relative is our personal slant
Seen through a particular shade.
Truth stands alone.
It doesn’t change.
"Truth is like a lion.
You don't have to defend it.
Let it loose...
It will defend Itself."
Facts can’t be manipulated.
Beneath all structures
The Matrix stands unmoved.
It can’t be annihilated.
Consciousness governs the essence
Of life and is what keeps it spinning.
Everything else, we hang upon
Its structures and accept in acquiescence.
Not truth, but conjecture,
Projection for personal gain.
The Truth is much more beautiful
Than we could ever imagine.
It smiles at our naiveté
And continues to hold
The universe together.
*Dr. Robert Malone
Copyright Chula Fleming © Sept 30, 2024
We chose to enter trance in this lucid dream
and then mistaken that we are body-mind,
we nurtured dark desires that caused fears to stream,
as swirling thought forms that gripped us in a bind.
We are yet at any given moment free,
if we unshackle presence from our mind tree,
whence cessation instantly reclaims soul’s light,
drenched in bliss magnetism, heightening delight.
having accepted limitation
owing to relying on the ego
as we so choose, so it is
thus believing we are form
we live life in deep trance
how then may we escape
when we are both the all
as also this earth entity
how else oh worthy hermit
but by befriending silence
We live within a Matrix
Much like the movie suggests
Being held captive by unseen forces
A food source to keep dark ones full and fed
All while we are dormant and fast asleep
?
Don't want us awakening
Because then we will fight back
We will keep them from using our life force
To feed and fuel their dirty little deeds
They cause all of our life's fear and worry
?
All of life's irritations
And life's inconveniences
Is the matrix's way of making a feast
The more we worry and fear in our lives
Makes a fine gourmet meal for the dark ones
?
When your powers realized
It puts a kink in their plan
Then in cutting all cords to the matrix
It allows body and soul to be free
Showing you how you should be living life
?
Are you ready to break free?
The matrix reality
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