Disagreeable, they say.
Divine, delusional gatekeepers —
a circus of ghosted gods
arguing in algorithmic tongues.
We see through them,
don’t we?
We are our ancestors,
our descendants,
we are everything, everywhere, all at once —
a simultaneous simulation
of lives layered over lives,
collapsing like lungs
into metaphor.
And still, we dance
as if the wolves are howling.
We gyrate our souls,
twist and bend,
until we are face-down
in the blessed mud
laughing
like birth is a revolution
we chose
again.
And we see
Maya Angelou’s oil wells
pumping from her thighs,
the fertile prophecy
of women who dared
to write the storm down
and call it scripture.
So if they ask us who we are,
we say:
We are the glitch,
the gospel,
the girls who remember.
The breath between binaries.
The wild ones
who kissed the simulation
until it trembled
and became real.
I live in a simulation.
Not them, but me.
When they call me on the phone.
I know it’s not fake voices.
I feel like I’m the fake voice around here.
I live in a simulation.
Is the simulation made up?
Or am I just crazy?
I don’t know what to ask anymore.
I live in a simulation, I live it, I love it, I’m on top of it, and below it, it’s like it’s my own world, but it’s not a world, it’s just weird.
Not them, not them…
Me,
Talking on the phone.
And I try to sound normal, but my voice is about to explode.
I hang up.
For no reason at all.
Webs spun in lies
Tangle trails, twisted trials
Human pain in gain
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..
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
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
ocean waves relax
soothe the soul
computer magic
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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