#codes
What about the card
from my loved one: rain today,
sunny yesterday?
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC
google was my babysitter
not a very good one i'll admit
perhaps more like a cool uncle
with infinitely scrolling treats
the more i tickled his algorithm {
search queries = seo && [freewheeling whims];
}
OR ||
stray thoughts seeking foster homes
just fronts for attention farms
reaping curiosity off the vine
while overclocking the study room
being held to father's chair like a vice
if only to keep me safe in a web
spun by a child's simple thoughts
and a sentient robot babysitter
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 5:15 PM UTC
So what if girls exceed your expectations?
Why do we have to dress 'holy'
in skirts that give us limitations?
We have chests. We have hips.
How long we have to apologize
for the features that God gave us?
Why are our girls
Beat down, held back,
So all the men can look greater?
Does it make them feel powerful
To push her down, sedate her?
Does it make them feel powerful
To keep their women
As second-class citizens?
Dress codes: knees covered.
Social code: Seen, not heard.
Aren't we the reason you're all here?
Why do you make her dim her strengths
For all the men to shine brighter?
If girls have to dress 'holy'
Because boys can't control themselves,
Why not teach the boys
to keep their hands where they belong?
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Teach me the cryptography of the cosmos so that I decipher its codes, I already know that tragedies in stars have a pattern that resonates with your name. Astronomers say, the most massive stars are the shortest lived, they never mention the loudness of their begging for a softer beginning, they don’t report agony as a cause of death.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
listening out for the catch, through the ordered lines
then running into familiar counter-melodies
that hit the gut like surprise meetings with old friends
pushing against the current
you write the soul’s ebb and flow of discovering
break and breakaway, meet again
figuring it out along the way, slipping back,
humble, soft vulnerability of emitting,
rolling out in music and codes interior landscapes
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Everyone's talking in codes
In gabbled voices
In loud voices
What are they saying
When they say
A thing everyone laughs at
What do they call it?
A joke?
But...
I don't get it
Why do they waste words
On something they call banter
Code for hating, bullying
Rambling maybe
But it hurts none the less
I'm looking around
I can't understand a word
My ears are blocked
By my shaking hands
The jangling of a bracelet
The sound of music
What are these codes?
How do I speak like that?
How do I act like that?
The voices only give me
Questions and no answers
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
This is the ** Manifesto, let's pray,
What is the first rule to say?
Never volunteer today!
What is the next rule to say?
Rest up while you can each day!
What is the third rule to say?
Any love is good love at our age!
What is the fourth rule to say?
Say: Never mind, blip happens always!
What is the fifth rule to say?
Kafka, you're fabulous today!
What is the sixth rule to say?
I must not participate this day!
This is the ** Manifesto!
Read and learn, now off you go!!
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
*I wonder what computers might dream about
Do they see a dream like us
With all the senses sight,taste,sounds,smell,and touch
Or maybe the dream in ones and zeros
0010101
Maybe they don’t even have dreams
Maybe they have algorithms or codes
<p><span style="font-size:10px;">Computers </span>
<span style="font-size:18px;">Do </span>
<span style="font-size:12px;color:orange;">We</span>
<span style="font-size:12px;font-weight:bold;">Have</span>
<span style="font-size:12px;font-style:italic;">Dreams</span>I wonder...</p>*
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
the body of water that lay still and silent
.
the atmosphere around so coherent to sound
Like the flower of ideas
Threatens to bloom
then struck light so loud and bold they embrace
and unfolds to incredible wondrous works
Entrance
life began living ....taking new breath
then past ,present and future
And infinity made
.
#standstill
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
I am
A paradox
An endless code
A puzzle with missing pieces
But unlike any riddle,
I have no answer
I am not to be solved
I only require the effort of trying to be cracked down
All I need is some indication of interest
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
Poets are word canaries
prepared to die in dark, airless places.
Poets are sharp sirens
alert, alarmed and warning of the firestorm.
Poets can read
tree bark calligraphy of knots and scars.
Poets decipher codes
and shrewd puzzles, bold and enigmatic.
Poets ignore the talk of Angels
their prophecies and broken promises
Poets turn over Tarot cards
lay out rune stones, fearless of the future.
Poets steer clear
of treasure, jewels and golden ingots.
Poets climb ladders
and stairways cut in rock and stone.
Poets can see beyond
apple blossom, lilac blooms and dead lilies.
Poets find the past
in patterns of stars and the orbit of comets.
Poets lick salt
relishing the wounds and tears.
Poets throw life-belts
wreaths onto empty oceans.
Poets split existence
into life and death with nothing between.
Poets sift ashes
and sand for the rough edges of infinity.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
"it's going to be your fault" she said.
"what?" I replied.
"your predestined choice of forced molestation,
that wish you don't comply."
"what you wear is not good,
the amount of all the skin.
one man might get the urge to look and then pull you in.
the slit in your back,
it gives skin no place to hide.
it will make him think,
'mm, she must be mine'.
your skirt is very short,
it will surly pull him in.
and he'll say these truthful statements,
while he does his deeds.
you need to think about your clothes
or you'll be begging on your knees."
as I stand there drowning,
in her morbid a words.
the thought came into my head
and then I got the urge.
I said right back,
"you say I must be asking for it?
if it happens, it's my fault.
his natural state is predator,
and his instinct is assault.
you say, my outfit speaks more than my words.
and you're surley right.
I wore these clothes because its hot,
I will stay comfortable through the night.
but not to them,
they think it gives them the right.
the right to say foul words.
'hey sexy', 'that ass', 'i bet you could get dirty'
these slurs of great disgust,
you say are mistakened for flirting.
once he sees some skin, you say
he'll no longer have a choice.
once he sees what he wants
he'll surley make his point.
now, don't tell me not to get *****
or to avoid a man.
tell the men to control their urges than to let it control them."
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
Like constellations of rural skies
Eluding and forlorn
Longing to connect the dots
to which I could adorn
Secrets of Da Vinci
Deceptive and unknown
Wanting to explore regions
but only to bemoan
Storms of Zeus' power
terrify and maim
introvert explorers
who've fought and overcame
The sole subjects stands
unspoken or indifferent
Withstanding these decoders
To which he won't imprint
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC