Define Fake

This land where you live,
Where you stand and where you give,
Where you dream of a scream,
and believe in creation,
wake up every morning,
unaware of the simulation.
Define the word fake.
It ends when you sleep,
and starts when you wake,
unaware of whats at stake,
memory, conscious, knowledge to be taken,
how is it hard to define the word fake?
its what we see the most of,
its what we give and we take,
the only reality we see is in our dreams,
when we sleep,
then awake, to whats fake,
the simulation, they give, and we take.
Whens the start?
It died with humanity, under the flood,
and it died with Noah, amongst the ark.
Sleep and dream,
To escape the simulation,
Ever notice how you've never dreamed of a phone or a playstation?
Dreams a reality,
Away from their creation.
Escaping the matrix,
Is a fantasy of our imagination.
Living life,
Swiping left or right,
Unaware of this situation.
Waking up every morning,
Dulled down to the simulation.

……even though it’s fake, it’s what we make, after all that’s how we escape, our simulations are but mere contemplations of what awaits, could be we are the sole controllers of our fate, what is seen doesn’t stop our subconscious efforts to mitigate, cover up lies, sever all ties, to maintain the disguise, we don’t care if it’s not wise, it’s mankind’s, the only creature who secretly seeks to be blind…

My life is the evidence
That false identities
Have taken up residence
In the temple
Going mental
Insatiable
Ghosts
Let the serpent roast
Them

Fido....
My talking, reading dog
Who checks out poems here
Barks at anyone not marking poems
18+ if they should be
He's no fake!
he sits by the fire
With his carpet slippers on
And pipe in his mouth (no tobacco in it)
Checking out these poems.... heehee.

Well, I better be careful what I say-
Redeem the time,cherish the day.
Give yourself time to rest.
The truth's not out there
In in our chest.

Life is a game,
Take responsibility, don't blame.
Playing to win,
How many covered in blatant sin.
Discernment is the 3rd eye,
I'm a reasonable guy.
Experienced the supernatural,
Now my mental health is manageable.
Ripped apart the spiderweb spell,
Hopefully, no longer bound for Hell.
Neo rearranged equals one,
God's only begotten son.
Jesus Christ saved my life,
Stopped believing once, won't be a twice,
The demons all crumble in quick demise.

I see the world from a different perspective,
to some I’m right,
to others my thoughts are simply neglected
In my short life
I have seen it all,
some days were bitter
and some too sweet to recall
Today’s world I regret to say,
is a world of no moral or ethic relay.
People are lost,
or so it seems,
there is a lack of self-esteem
I have been around
more than you think
to all behaviour
there is a link
Could be the language,
or the attitude,
they both reflect the magnitude
I would like to say to all our descendants,
it’s truly a shame
to what the world has ended
It’s not too late to break the chain,
your precious honour you should regain

Fake is the face that hides the pain,
A masquerade of lies, a life in vain,
We're chasing validation, likes, and fame,
But the real us is lost in the digital game,
Let's break the chains and shatter the screen,
And find the courage to be the real me, unseen.

Once I am perceived: the monopolymen betwixtion of mind, soul and the ultimate axis becomes impossibly obvious to distinguish from reality || but is this the final escape?

The world spins on, in this grand charade,
Where truth and illusion are carefully laid,
We dance to the rhythm of a digital beat,
Lost in the echoes of every deceit.
Yet in the quiet, when the mind is free,
We glimpse the essence of what could be.
Awake from the dream, break the facade,
Seek the truth in the silence, unbarred.

…Laws make up the simulations, with mere acts we can’t fake, shake or bake them, deep in meditations is how we’ll escape them, open our eyes in another realm, it is there we will overtake them, once teleported on the other side we can take up arms and erase them.

In the carnival shadows where lost souls play,
With laughter that echoes in disarray,
Jesters of gloom wear masks of deceit,
Twisting in madness, where nightmares meet.
A waltz of phantoms in a fractured dream,
Their dance is a riddle, a silent scream.

Wake up to life, what is it all?
Is anyone truly awake until they fall?
What's real what's not reality
The definition seems to change every day
Fact, fiction, brainrot, addiction.
Tell me how much we can withstand?

Is modern-day medication just gothic-alchemy?

Is creation,
A simulation?
Can you define fake?
Is such a big lie,
Possible to escape?
How do we know?
What do we make of it,
Is reality a lie?
What's at stake from it?
Can you define fake?