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Smart phone paranoia, contagious at best
Has the zombies a stumbling the streets without rest
Transfixed to their cellphones, oblivious to all
By the lure of the Tweet and the Facebook’s enthrall
It’s ironically depressing that with all of this spin
When you download the Apps…the Devil walks in.
They access your contacts, Your banking, your loans
Your credit card details, unravel your phones,
Delve into your Facebook and spy on your life,
Check back through your history and peek at the wife.
They sell all your secrets to bidders galore
And when you go bankrupt… they’ll show you the door.

It’s “Caveat Emptor” or Buyer Beware
‘Cos technology’s clawed onto us by the hair,
It’s the Devil you do or the Devil you don’t
It’s progress with the crowd or resist and you won’t
Compulsion is growing by systems in place
By government, banking and big business pace
Through Google and Apple and Microsoft sway
The data is mined and the marketeer’s pay.
Tomorrow is here and we don’t have a choice
Ya live without Smartphone…ya won’t have a voice.
And the dragnet for data accessed by the Apps
And the sensors and whereabouts GPS tracks,
With the malware evolving to beauteous height
Means ya privacy’s shot and ya turn out the light.*

PS: Beneficium accipere liberatum est vendere
     (To accept a favour…is to sell one’s freedom!)

Marshalg
Waiting for it all to come back and bite me on the ****!
Pukehana
AUCKLAND
21 February 2014
We will tell you what to paint
What canvas portrays the truth
How many strokes your brush must take
From what colors you can choose

Whether oil or water color
Portrait or landscape
And if you try to paint with words
We'll tell you what to say

Set your easel up inside our garden
The one behind locked gates
Feel free to paint by numbers
They're much easier to erase

We don't want any problems
With the art in which you ink
Don't want those in the Worlds Gallery*
*
To have the slightest opportunity to think
The Art Critic is the Government
The Artist is the press
I never thought in my lifetime I would be afraid of America's Art Critic
We softly spoke
                              after the fact;
        The reasons
Were *limited.
Notes (optional)
In the morning fog my breath collects
Always leaving me to wonder what's next
My life became black and grey poetry
Colors just appear when you notice me
Your eyes a shade of grey and icey blue
Kaleidoscopes of emotions and hues
Dance inside your ever changing iris
It's a gamble, it's my heart I risk
The possibility of hurting me
Could lead to lasting love, eternally
To take my hand and go through the fire
For flames cannot touch stars that burn brighter
One of my favorite animals is a giraffe.
They're so awkward and lanky,
yet despite their strange appearance
there is a a grace in there gallivant;
there is a beauty to their mien.

They don't flaunt their attributes
or covet the patterns of their wildlife peers
because they have been graced with the privilege
to indulge in the secrets whispered by the leaves
amongst the tree tops.
 Feb 2014 Maegen Sheehan
Dianna
I am afraid to take off this mask I wear....
  



           for the real me you'll see... is not pretty



stay away......please
          

                                
  ­                                   *don't come any closer

              

            

                   you'll wish you hadn't
  


At least I think you would
                           




                                it's better this way
                                        






if you never see....




              So forget about it







                                     And forget about me






for
  



                       I
    




will




                                                 ­                Be








          **nothing more.....than a distant memory
 Feb 2014 Maegen Sheehan
Alicia
heavy eyes
      treating the blue skies
as their demise
        a lot like a knife
taking a life
        of something not alive
Right from the start we were an entangled mess
Worked really hard to create what could not be
I'd always known my own weaknesses but I didn't wanna dwell on them
I told him my fears and he looked like he could deal with them
I said 'yes' because I was optimistic
We barely lasted a day after that.
He wanted to know what was in my head
That way he revived the memories of the things I left dead
He pushed me so hard that I broke
I just didn't think I could cope
I don't do well under pressure tainted by jealousy
And I surely can't stand being ordered around (I should add that to my resume)
So I'm at that same spot,
I'm not happy things didn't work out
And I'm not sad it ended either
Maybe within me it's a conflict of emotion
Maybe my assumptions have always been faulty
But I was right when I predicted we were an entangled mess
Nevertheless, I have beautiful memories of us to hold
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