Poem -
Valhalla
Valhalla.
Gods,
living
in the
cloud.
Spirits
churning
up.
Up
from
the machine.
Creating
reality.
Programming
existence.
Bits and
bytes.
Artificially
smart.
What
is real?
How
is it
defined?
Eyes
opened.
Where?
What?
How?
Accepting
whatâs
seen.
Is that
all
there is?
Is there
more?
Valhalla,
gods
pulling
strings.
Moving
things
around.
Immortality
one
program
to the
next.
Creationâs
reality.
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Comments
Great write John...you ponder continually as I do...x
Thank you MP
Weâre born open our eyes and simply accept whatâs in front of us. Seems to me thereâs so much more than meets eye. Fun to contemplate JP
There is definitely more than we can perceived with our 5 senses John it just pisses me off that it all has to be so bloody secret and hidden...I will have quite a lot to say about it all...probably...when I get to wherever...there...is!! đđđ
Great write once again John. I think the picture is perfect for the piece too. I loved the last two linesâcreations realityâ reality is such a flexible word. We all have our own idea as to what reality is. For some it goes deeper than others tooÂ
another poem to get the grey matter flexing xÂ
Thank you Gwen. Youâre correct, reality is in the mind of the beholder.