Luna

Tricked into some fodder about this oasis

This conversation of new beginning

Having enlightening talks over common interests

Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform

Chained together or chained forever

Chained together to push onto the celebrated platform tonight

I've boarded myself inside

I've refused to exit

There is no ocean for me

There is no glamour

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

I gaze at it from the oven of my home

I've boarded myself inside

I've refused to exit

There is no ocean for me

There is no glamour

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt

I gaze at it from the oven of my home

Confined to a house that never remains clean

To a bed where the ill never get well

I cough ceaselessly into the night

The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Sitting quietly in scorching

Reimagined suburbia

Suburbia

Suburbia

Reimagined suburbia

"10 minutes of chaos, depression and blackness in your soul...

...and hopefulness."

Silent Planet - Panopticon

Safe in your silicon shell. A cell in a server: Silent observer. Staring at solitude eyes... green and unblinking: The thought before thinking.

Panopticon.

Analog heart flat-lined and digitized. A shell for a skull and a body to commodify. Under the light we survive inside this between. But we lose ourselves and retreat to screens.

"Our name is legion. We outnumber the stars. We have come to absolve you."

They see all but we see one.

Shut down the system. Burn away the veil. What waits? A face behind a face behind a face.

Reverse the network. Burn away the veil. And you'll find a face behind a face behind a face.

All the lies - we're pulling cables from our spines. 

The culture is charged, amplified, then polarized. But our nerves are dulled and our souls lobotomized. We sleep with pixels in a dream machine but we lose ourselves and retreat to screens. 

Shut down the system. Burn away the veil. What waits? A face behind a face behind a face.

Reverse the network. Burn away the veil. And you'll find a face behind a face behind a face.

Unto us a program is born: Holy Virus, Taker of the Earth. 

Styczeń

Salvation Lies Within

A barren lining in the darkness 

A weakness in our lives 

The shade of dusk can make us feel alone 

Hopeless shaking in the dark clouds 

You open up my eyes 

You hold me up to understand 

You say, "hold on, hold on" 

Your open arms will shield the winter 

You open up my eyes 

Without despair we hold the path 

You say "hold on, hold on" 

But I can hardly see the vacant expression in their eyes 

I'm not losing all the things that ever mattered to me 

Hopeful moving through the cold light 

You've opened my eyes 

The mist will be clearing and the light will shine through.

Grudzień

 

IDoR 2022

 

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