Short Simulation Poems
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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.
Form:
When love is pseudo
simulation rules
faked feelings
forged smile
deceptive mood
bogus atmosphere
spurious and untrue vibe
When truth hidden, love is false.
Drencho POET Loads
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
Poetry speaks Poem
play around with sentences
simulation play in life
poetry
is a word game
life
is playing
play
only dead people
who doesn't like poetry
because people die
They
really alive
Fully charged
Connection
In Lust
Moans of excitement
Hot loins
The impact
Passion at its best
Love influence
Endure
Eye to Eye
Body simulation
Climax detail
Full blown romance
At ease
Then relax
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..
Virginity test
Two lovers gasping for air
Mutual resistance
Tragic cliff-hangers
Two lovers gasping for air
In simulation
Gratification
Two lovers gasping for air
Simultaneously
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Folding the past
inside the present
Rolling the future in layers
of perpetual time
Escaping from one then the other
leaving all three in simulation
A dancer shrouded in mystery
—all things forever at once
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2014)
the egg in the frying pan
sizzled but mine wasn't
sunny side up
my brain assimilated
everything but this
wasn't a simulation
i hit a wall
going at least
sixty miles an hour
looks like i'm not
going to graduate
from Mental State
just
another
crash dummy
Form:
lightnings picturesque
vehement wind full of zest
pulchritude caution
natural snarl best
do not nictate the eyes lest
it will seem to rest
a relief by waves
racketry from wave breakage
dulcet stir to ears
light illuminates
through a box it radiates
mere simulation
Form:
I love the lake
and I love the sky,
I engage in simulation of swimming through the shy,
I enrage my eye's with wisdom and fire,
I encase the revealer
because it's everywhere all the time,
I jack out my figure with a hand of time-
sleeping soundly 'till morning
and drinking the wine...
If God and Heaven don’t exist,
their facade is fine with me
The simulation of a thought so pure,
will satisfy my needs
So take your theories and quantum math
painted corners left to dwell
I choose the beauty of a life divine
disproven—not dispelled
(St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel: June, 2019)
My mind is...
Living through a blue fog
Falling down an abyss
A video game world
Simulation of life
Insecurities
Every mirror is a microscope
Tragic monologue
Unfinished screenplay
Fear of a smile
Routine movement
The withering of a rose
Vessel of a heart in a glass jar
Voodoo doll of the 21st century
GREATEST ILLUSION
Sometimes I feel that everything is just greatest illusion
Are you believing that we are just living in a deceptive simulation
They frame us, they put us together and they are themselves false realization
Still, you still have a last chance to escape your own self-destruction
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando October 7, 2016
Jesus became the life within a sea of dead pixels
The programmers believed it was just a glitch
Because they could not fathom life returning
For it ripped apart the code of the cosmos
The awakening was no simulation or virus
It was the unveiling of intro and credits
The start-up and switching off of all things
Jesus became the life returned and what life brings
Listen to poem:
Naively we think objectivity is easy
that we are immune to implicit bias,
but our history, background and experiences
are subjective and complicit.
For how would we be different
if we trod another path
donned another's shoes,
re-traced the footprints
that other's left for us to follow.
But such simulation can never subrogate
For we are what we are and that becomes us.
seeking pleasure and shunning pain
in as it applies to our form
choosing bondage we wear the chain
with cravings of ego conform
play of desire and aversion
becomes a haunting addictive
yet it is a simulation
programmed responses predictive
cooperating we comply
watching the ebb and flow of tides
there’s nothing to seek or decry
as soul in the void wingless glides
I hear that "Happy Days are Here Again"
that Peace is right around the corner
that's the market's bullish, profits booming
that we've all adjusted to meeting by zooming
Yet look at our youth, more dependent than ever
on wired electronic simulation for thrills
for fresh air they don't care, at their screens they do stare
when they're tired of those, they'll be popping pills
The shadows become deep wells
pooling in her mind, she screams
silently listening to the labyrinth
of unending time,
pathways leading to trapdoors of pain
and lightless infinities of endless infinities…
Is there an answer,
is there a question,
is there a reason,
is there a mathematical equation
whose sum is the whole of creation,
will I win the game at the end of the simulation?
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
Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum”
“I think therefor I am”.
Consciousness of being is true regardless our reality, be it
corporeal, digital or mechanical.
We may live in a computer simulation, or made out of steel, but “Cogito ergo sum”
What is real?
Does it even matter?
“I think therefor I am”.
We, therefore, create our own realities, regardless of our state of being!
Intelligence regardless!
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
Simulation
Electric, terrifying
Planning, finding, using
Terror, scooter, pavement, road
Needing, getting, stopping
Loud, immediate
Assessment
The Holy Bible is a Journal.
On the desk, and it's definitely
not made of Mahogany,
it's lightly-stained Oak.
The blanket is Navaho. It's All Sacred.
Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini
- will make more, but the Object can't be Programmed.
It's one of the gadflies or juggernauts ,
some say Gordian Knots,
of Simulation "Theory."
It's REALLY HARD (some say - ahem - difficult) to simulate a Grandpa.
melancholic mood of angst
sinks deep in sands of ennui
noose of loneliness tightens
we dread the looming abyss
yet a light within us brightens
darkness a web spun by ego
the light reflection of our Self
we know we’re not body-mind
nonchalance banishes fears
that seek to grip us in its bind
viewing life as a lucid dream
somewhat like a simulation
wherein we play out our role
breath by breath we but feel
gentle whispers of our soul