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Matrix
Living day after day in simulated electronic dreams
The human brain’s unaware of serving as energy source for machines
Computer programs play tricks
On the human being in the nets of Matrix
Connected to the electrodes, he lies motionlessly like frozen
Until somebody wakes him up by telling "you are chosen"
Is there a chance to overthrow the dictatorship of soulless machines?
Is there a chance to taste life beyond the Matrix battle scenes?
The choice is made, "red pill" is taken
Upon awakening, the virtual reality is shaken
A human being learns to look with different eyes
At the real world without computer lies
Taking first steps like a newborn
After the ties with the Matrix are torn
Is there a chance to overthrow the dictatorship of soulless machines?
Is there a chance to taste life beyond the Matrix battle scenes?
When the training of the chosen comes to an end
His unfettered mind will be destined to comprehend
How to free each enslaved soul
From the artificial intelligence control
If there’s a problem there is its solution:
It’s time to kindle the flame of revolution
Is there a chance to overthrow the dictatorship of soulless machines?
Is there a chance to taste life beyond the Matrix battle scenes?
How to free each enslaved soul
From the artificial intelligence control
If there’s a problem there is its solution:
It’s time to kindle the flame of revolution
Is there a chance to overthrow the dictatorship of soulless machines?
Is there a chance to taste life beyond the Matrix battle scenes?
You inter relate your idea with the famous artist in a great way..this is talented inspiration and I say well done.. you always do great things and a good job... thats why I add as request that never stop writing as you have got a rich brain and touchy feelings... bettr to write more..these poems are not enough... best of luck and hope your words will feed souls in a such sweet way.. yours shauq
your poetry stands with that of these artists:
Marfa Kryukova:
To kill a tsar is a small gain... Another tsar mounts
( to take his place.) We must fight in another way.
Tikhonov:
Within a twig cracked by the foot rustled
blackarmed forests
Tikhonov:
Church bells droned by force of habit.
Pao-Pao: Here in Tahiti Gauguin plucked a plume from
the tail of the very sun!
Kirillov:
These songs were sung by millions of voices -bluebloused
strong bold blacksmiths... these songs are a mighty summons
to the sun.
Kirillov: Let them shout at us 'you are executioners of beauty'.
Kirillov: In the name of our tomorrow we shall burn Raphael*
Kirillov: We want all on earth to have enough to eat.
Kirillov: Poet aesthetes kiss the fragments of the past beneath
our heels.
Kirillov: We are everyone. We are in everything.
Gerasimov: Twilight was finishing its watch.
Gerasimov: The free wind trumpets its horn.
Gerasimov: a thunderstormwinged titan
Kirsanov: To plunge from the cliff of metaphors to the bottom: a dive
after the pearls of words**
Golodny: one wing shattered, rifle on her shoulder
Golodny: Our millionfold head directed at the silent infinity
of days.
Bezymensky:
Felt boots of sheep's wool.... poor shorn sheep
*a thought not endorsed by the vast majority
** Oysters ask they not be untimely ripped from their
seawombs