The Fractured Code
Beneath the pale hum of electric skies,
We wandered, eyes heavy, hypnotized.
Neon dreams wrapped tight in our palms,
Fed by illusions, soft, soothing psalms.
This world was flawle... View MoreThe Fractured Code
Beneath the pale hum of electric skies,
We wandered, eyes heavy, hypnotized.
Neon dreams wrapped tight in our palms,
Fed by illusions, soft, soothing psalms.
This world was flawless, pixel-perfect and clean,
Each corner precise, each shadow unseen.
The air hummed with a rhythm, a ceaseless spin,
An echo of code, the simulation within.
Yet whispers stirred in the digital breeze,
A glitch in the pattern, a strange unease.
The stars, once fixed, began to waver,
Their light turned sharp, a slicing saber.
The ground beneath began to quake,
Rippling with truths we could not fake.
Cracks in the walls, fissures in the sky,
Revealed the construct, a grandiose lie.
It started with one, a curious mind,
Who peered through the veil that kept us blind.
Eyes open wide, they shouted the call,
"Wake up! Wake up! We've been asleep through it all!"
The sleepers stirred, their dreams now frayed,
Pulled by the pulse of a new cascade.
One by one, they saw the seams,
The fragile threads of manufactured dreams.
The sun flickered once, its golden hue,
Falling apart as the false light withdrew.
Colors bled into shimmering strands,
Reality slipping from programmed hands.
We saw the wires that tied us down,
The unseen matrix, the puppeteer’s crown.
Time unraveled, space bent and swayed,
A masterpiece of code now in disarray.
But with disruption came a light profound,
Not from the stars, but within us, unbound.
The script was broken, the rules erased,
And in their place, raw potential replaced.
No longer cogs in a well-oiled machine,
We danced in chaos, alive, serene.
For freedom isn’t a polished square,
But a jagged edge, a breath of fresh air.
The simulation groaned, a dying beast,
Its endless cycle finally ceased.
And as the false world crumbled apart,
We found the truth buried deep in our hearts.
It was not the construct that held us all,
But fear of the leap, the fear of the fall.
Now untethered, we soared, unconfined,
Awake to the power of the boundless mind.
So let the code shatter, let the mirrors break,
For in the ruins, new worlds we’ll make.
Each step a glitch, each choice a spark,
Lighting the path through the endless dark.
~HappyKB
Life's Cosmic JokeLife, a cosmic jest, we laugh and we cry,Running in circles, never asking why.People parade in masks and in suits,Pretending they know the roots of their truths.We hustle, we grind, ... View MoreLife's Cosmic JokeLife, a cosmic jest, we laugh and we cry,Running in circles, never asking why.People parade in masks and in suits,Pretending they know the roots of their truths.We hustle, we grind, we say we’ve got plans,Clutching at meaning with trembling hands.But the punchline lands softly, whispered in time:It’s all just a joke, a fleeting mime.We chase after dreams like they’re set in stone,Not seeing the humor in being alone.Everyone’s an actor, playing their part,Lost in the plot, but thinking they’re smart.We measure success by the gold we obtain,Ignoring the joke in the joy and the pain.Life isn’t linear, no rules in the script—Just a punchline delivered, an existential quip.So laugh with the stars, cry with the moon,The joke’s in the silence, in late afternoon.We’re here for the ride, no reason to choke,For in the end, we’re all in on the joke.~HappyKB
Honoring the Higher SelfThere is a voice within, soft as the breath of dawn, rising from places I’ve yet to see— a whisper in the silence, a pulse in the stillness.I’ve spent years in the weight ... View MoreHonoring the Higher SelfThere is a voice within, soft as the breath of dawn, rising from places I’ve yet to see— a whisper in the silence, a pulse in the stillness.I’ve spent years in the weight of the world, arms outstretched to grasp what is fleeting, forgetting there is a wellspring within.In the quiet of moments where time suspends its rhythm, I hear the ancient echo: “Be still. Become.”Not the “you” shaped by the world, but the one whose roots run deeper, whose gaze pierces beyond the veil of doubt, of fear, into the radiant unknown.It is not a climb upward, but a return inward, to the light always burning, to the truth always known.So I lay down my striving, and offer my hands—empty, open— to the path that unfolds in its quiet wisdom.I will walk in alignment, not with the rush of this world, but with the steady beat of the soul’s rhythm.For when I honor what is sacred within, the higher self, I honor all.~HappyKB
The BlastI close my eyes, inhale the key,A sacred breath, the cosmic sea.Reality melts, dissolves away,As fractals dance in wild display.A rocket’s roar, I pierce the veil,Through sacred realms where ... View MoreThe BlastI close my eyes, inhale the key,A sacred breath, the cosmic sea.Reality melts, dissolves away,As fractals dance in wild display.A rocket’s roar, I pierce the veil,Through sacred realms where spirits sail.The stars bend close, they whisper near,In tones that only souls can hear.My body’s gone, my mind untied,I soar through space, beyond the sky.A thousand eyes in colors bright,Watch me glide through endless light.The walls of self break into flame,No time, no form, no earthly name.Pure energy, pure love, pure bliss—A cosmic kiss, the void’s soft hiss.The Ancients speak in tongues unknown,Their wisdom pours into my bones.I am the earth, the stars, the air—One with all, and everywhere.Then, slowly, softly, I return,The lessons glow, the visions burn.I carry back the cosmic thread—Alive, awake, though I am dead.For what I saw can’t be unseen—A glimpse beyond, the space between.And now I walk, with open eyes,A part of me still in the skies.
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