#electronic
Engrossed in
Electronic word game
Famed on phone
Ad delay my
Path to next level
Dropping my attention
Sudden rush of
Nothingness in
My blood
No screen time
Felt a bottomless
Bleak pit
I fell until
I measured my breath
Of existence leaving
All defined on
False electric bait
Clips of wins and loss
Almost threw up
In my felt emptiness
Messy messy power grab
Measure me alive
Today and Now
Not then or ever
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 9:47 AM UTC
Bass and bourbon notes
Flutter down through my system
And I taste the sound.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 11:19 PM UTC
We collect in boxes
Pixelated faces
Shifting back and forth
Our voices clamor against each other
We gather in arrangements
Of electronic meetings
The pandemonium of the pandemic
Has us learning to live in a science fiction novel
Trading in the outside word
For our little cubicles
As we learn to avoid the invisible invasion
Trying to ****** our bodies
We assemble in various forms
Video or voice streaming
Learning to create, to produce
To live within the pixelated dots
Of the computer screen
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 3:01 PM UTC
We now return
to your regularly scheduled dream.
Do the math: ducks in the pond
swim upstream to spawn supreme.
Then pay it forward
as a string of numbers.
Continuous in series,
strung out and unencumbered.
There's some **** saxophones
lifting off in tune to the rhythm method.
Save the soft jazz for when you're really in the mood, and read a bedtime story instead.
Vision begins when the lids
are closed and threading the daisy chain.
This is where we
place the refrain:
Caution--unstable, but microwavable.
The lines blur
where the vertical and horizontal collide.
Can't stand the swimming in the head,
yet enjoy the peripheral ride.
Hypertext Transfer Protocol Secure,
even as far deep down as this chasmic seabed. Living with technophobia,
But married to sensory overload instead.
Making new babies in safe mode.
We lose sight when plugged too long into this hub. Just another anxiety in need of a pill
--join the club.
We meet where there's free Wi-Fi
so battery life doesn't drain.
This is where we
repeat the refrain:
Caution--unstable, but microwavable.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
My childhood,
My whole upbringing,
All the things that I've done
And all of whom I have met;
Everything I have seen
In my homeland and overseas;
Every wasted thought,
Stories I have kept to myself,
Words I have shared in vain...
Such a quantity of inputs,
From ears, eyes and touch;
So much thought invested
Trying to uncover new paths;
All this pain for all this time,
All the joys that last a while;
They amount to just a few...
A few more clever taps
On top of the screen
Of an electronic pad.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
Consecutive dots
Here and then gone in a flash
When will I see text?
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
Kawehi : Part One
I believe in you with all of my robot heart.
From the first time I heard your sound, my mind was sent so far;
Throughout space and time, there goes my mind!
To a place I had always wanted to find and with you I have arrived.
Oh my Goddess, you rock!
Play that funky beat and watch my jaw drop!
Oh so cool; you’re so new school.
Capable of anything; mix it up and change all the rules.
Press those buttons, you are so switched-on,
To a new style of music; to another style of song.
So robotic, so electronic;
Take their music and simply re-write and improve upon it.
Kawehi is so far above any other female bands I have heard;
If I could only listen to three bands,
It would be Nine Inch Nails, Marilyn Manson and Her.
I have found my soul, it is sat happily listening to you;
All your songs sound amazing and your voice is so in tune and so true.
The way you take a song and make is yours,
Inspires me to try to show you what is mine.
These are my words; I want to hear yours on tour.
I want to believe I have found my place to be heard.
In front of you, on my knees, hands aloft;
We are not worthy! Of a sound so pure.
You make the music become better and without a mistake,
You sing so beautifully, that you bring a smile to my sad face.
You have stolen my heart in your own special way;
I could never do you justice with my words,
But I hope you are here to stay.
I see a star through my telescope and you are flying high.
Closer brought me to you, when love had never been so far away.
Let me clone you, so I can have a love of my own,
With your all-seeing eyes.
Such a beautiful place to be; inside that mind of yours.
Beauty personified; you leave me amazed. It is you I adore.
Go make a song with Trent, for that would be music to my ears;
If I was able to make music, I would make it with you.
I would have, could have, should have,
Been listening to your music for years!
But now, at last, I have found your music;
So I have found my new love, spoken by a woman I never knew.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
My body works like a computer
If I feels that you are something like a virus
I will push you away
Because my heart is like a hard drive
It won't let you do any harm to me
And I compare myself to a computer
Because a computer is smart
And their hard drive is similar to a heart
I tend to push people away
Which is why there aren't that many people close to me
It's something that came naturally
So if I push you away
Don't take it personally
I'm just being like a computer
I'm trying to protect me
©Adrian Ware
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
A Bag of Cabbage Chips
Unlike me, many of you have accepted the situation of your imprisonment, and will die here like rotten cabbages.
-#6 in Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner
A voice:
Be still, and know that I am Chip
Be still, because this might sting a little
There, now, wasn’t that easy? Here’s a tissue
Who’s a good boy, then! Here’s your free tee-shirt
Now that you are one with the ‘way cool kids
You can use your implanted chip to buy
A cup of coffee – or maybe a bag of chips
Log into a computer, and open doors
The one small thing you cannot buy or see
Is the return of your own human dignity
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
How long is now
This moment
Will last a lifetime
How long is now
My body endures the hours
But my mind took a halt
As soon as I entered the hall
I stopped minding the clock.
I shut my eyes
The goosebumps never lie
I awake in paradise
The soul dancing to the bass.
I lose myself
As much as find
Exactly who I am.
The music becomes
My second skin
I look around and
You too, have the same discipline
How long is now
We are infinite in this crowd
Then, I will remember your smile
Your heart sounds just like mine in Berghain.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
iPad, computer,
VCR.
Television, cell phone,
Movie star.
Clash of clans, minecraft,
COD.
Pokemon halo,
PVP.
Having fun, all day,
Disaster strikes.
Red bar, 0%,
Battery dies.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
For the past two hours
this Mac has hypnotised
my gaze to its white screen
and every website has
sentries at the door -
Username ? Password ?
Already registered ? Login
When did we become so
chary one of another ? Were
folks so paranoid in the pre-
digital age when existence
had not been magicked into
noughts and ones in Silicon
Valley? It did not seem so.
(c) C J Heyworth July 2014
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Dance
Like you do not have a care
In the world
Dance
Like it is the only thing you care about
In this world
Of all ages
From many
Different places
We come together
Just for you
We become one
Tonight
For this music
We all love
To pursue
We are Generation Sven
You create the magic
And we are here
To dance.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
We have engendered them.
Our babies.
Our annelids.
Facsimiles of Us.
A gushing warm viscous fluid
And a conglomerate of meat
From the womb pods of our hive
Rush out into your oxygen.
Our mass will grow indeed.
And,
Our perfect mitosis will repeat -
More beautiful
Babies.
Our perfect mitosis will repeat -
More beautiful
Babies.
8 become 16; 16 become 32
You (solo)
Must know by now; no doubt
Individuality is a cold, broken loop
An anachronism of a bygone era
Pass through Our membrane , insect.
And be born infinitely back through it.
We will have you spread-out in our warmth
Under our skins; apart of our million-chambered heart
Join Us.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC