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Marya123 Jun 2016
You sit down in front of a computer
A laptop, mainframe or anything with keys
Deftly designing, predicting futures
You solve problems with unrealistic ease.
Days and nights you spend staring at the screen
Running on caffeine, junk food, random snacks
Eyes spotting errors, fingers sharp and keen
There isn’t one mistake you can’t track.
Sometimes you can get very, very stuck
Which makes you a horrible annoyance
As you start to moan about how you ****
Making those around wish for your penance.
You go crazy, grumbling technical words
Gazing into space, losing yourself there
In the world of code- it’s just plain absurd
To anyone who’s sadly unaware.
But soon you figure out the hidden glitch
Buried between long complicated lines
Like a tailor, you repair the wrong stitch
Weaving marvels from virtual quarantines.
Alas! Not many try to understand
Ignorant about what just makes you tick
To them, code is a unique world so bland
It’s your paradise, glue to make you stick
You see patterns among random mysteries
You cannot resist killing viruses
Behind the screen lie your numerous victories
Humble and hard-earned are your calluses.
Katie Aug 2014
The elementals are back.
to return us to the basics.
God remind us of our origins.
Who you created us to be.
The universe is concentric circles meeting,
dividing,
and building infinitely .
for His Purpose

Look to your conscience.
That still small space inside of you.
What is it, exactly?

I feel it

It is all you have ever known

cast out the past.
in all of it's meager, worthless ways.
were are here
to en light ten, to show the light in you.
to show you the way
to love
to joy
to success.
if you would only take down your umbrellas
take off your hates
your hats

god made you perfect
your body is a vessel for love
it is designed of and for only love
love your neighbors, they are your friends, your inspiration, your joy
your portal to all that is good and true
LISTEN
REJOICE in the power of  word,

cast out your demons
clean your holy homes of god
and your body will be a beautiful poem of truth,
love
happiness.truth is
we dwell in heaven
open your eyes
use your REAL EYES
realize
the truth, the love
open your holy books
recognize the power
revere the power

God is one
god is us
god is in you and me
get together, honor his beauty
the trees, the leaves, the flowers, the grass the birds
***, creation
do the right thing
propel this towards beauty
propel this awesome love towards what it was meant to be
the past has no power here
it cannot compete with what we have now
no more
anger, hatred, jealousy, gluttony, evil, laziness, ignorance, deaf ears
because truth hears
look up, see the beauty
walk in grace
embrace who you are
you goddesses and gods,
you right hands of Jesus,
sacrifice your vice

you are not of this world
you are of god
and god only has the power to create
it is him who only creates
and now he is us, he is us taking the power back from darkness
to bring people to light
to bring people to love
to bring people to creation
rejoice, my friends, my brothers, my sisters, my mothers, my fathers, my grandfathers, the ancestors of your kin, the skin you are in is only because of him, because of his power
his mystery
his grand design has brought this thunderstorm of love
to cleanse us of all bad things
and only see good and light and love

we have wings
we have feet of flames that will banish demons
we have immeasurable power granted to us by God
and the holy spirit of love and life
you feel it inside of you every time you do good
every time you honor your good instincts you are honoring God
every time you feed someone hungry
every time you see a sad child and tell them a joke, a childs laughter gives wings to the angels
see it
believe it
you know it in your heart of hearts
it was built into you.

Honor it, bless it in everything that you do say and feel

honor the earth, the rainbows of light and love
we are coming for you
we will show you the true path
happiness is all there is
you dwell in heaven in all that is beautiful and true
open your eyes
you will see, my children, there is nothing to fear
YOU ARE SAFE.
YOU ARE LOVE.
Hey, men!
Arry Oct 2018
Got fired but looked as if he bluntly had resigned,
Got penalized for improving every product's design.
And yet created another one, cuz as hell was creative his mind,
"Stay hungry, Stay foolish", was his ultimate key-line.

Not a coder, not an engineer, no technical precision,
No determined profession, except for a couple of visions.
Loved his work and worshipped his love,
Stood apart form the crowd to put himself above.

Eliminating the unnecessary was the magic of his sight,
What phone would you be using, if on his was a copyright?

His fame is the consequence of what he always used to say,
Conventional is always preferred, can you think it in a different way?
Got trolled as the company's name was based on the name of a fruit,
However it has been for many decades, digital technology's roots.

He taught us how to follow one's dreams without always being afraid,
Because thousands of supporters stand behind some handful filled with hate.

He taught me to grab the golden opportunity and not regret on the one that drops,
As like him one day, I will be able to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, My name is Steve Jobs!"
Mike Essig Feb 2016
brighter than a thousand suns...*

Helicopters scud the night. Syllables penetrate deeply.
Mulch has no value. Fingers curled softly in sleep.
Style marks the spot. Weapons hidden beneath kilts.
Pinpoint errors. Know where you are. Charlie Parker got lost.
You're a little teapot. The cat ponders these things.
Glamour a kind of architecture. National Enquirer a house.
Her only idea disastrous. He entered from behind. Stealth.
Take it any way you want it. ****** distillations of poison.
Something longer perhaps? Squash blossoms lovely. Preferences.
Ferns are not intentional. He wants a mulligan. Sentences question.
Ahead engorged. The color purple. Glance. Not quite wet.
Humpty-Dumpty the primary archetype. Master Coder. Triple Helix.
   If this gum be stale: do not chew it;
   If you are a window: draw the blinds.
   Or writhe in  ******* of meaningful.
      Come along to Carthage and Burn.

  ~mce
Katherine Laslie Nov 2015
Chasing
A dream
That can be harder than it seems

There was a time
When I was Young
That I wanted to be
Just like my mom,
The cosmetologist

I grew up
And killed that dream
Because it doesn't pay well

Then I wanted
To be a famous musician
And play in a band
With all of my friends
and for some time I did

That all ended
When I reminded myself
That catching fame
Is like catching a star
Something so close
Can only be far

So I started to draw
My own manga
Started to write
My own stories
Knowing
No one would ever read them
Knowing
No one would ever care
Not once did I try to
Make a life from it
Because living out of stories
Wouldn't get me anywhere

So now I am to be
a medical coder
Chasing something that is
Not at all what I wanted to be
One need not be David Copperfield,
nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing
random display codified
computer algorithm doth yield.

The chance to "win"
may appear tubby zero
analogous finding a diamond
in the rough, even
with help of
a heartfelt superhero

nonetheless toil away, asper
setting suitable ***** work,
and **** sombrero
just so to avoid,
the virtual sun
shining in eyes, and affect

a fin guard hand sum
swagger that Cicero,
would be fain to boast
whereat sportsman/
woman ship touted
from one coast

to another for playing
fair and square
as with a ghost,
but essentially nobody,
but yourself dost host,
which one person team,

(thou self) essentially most
ideal match, when testing layout
random shuffle computer
program did post,
and no matter experiencing
cerebral neurons sizzling
like fifty shades plus

of gray matter roast
ting like chestnuts
on an open fire
envision accolades huzzahs,
and special toast

ye give yourself,
no matter stiff odds
stacked against thee,
and feel a bit whooshy
washy outsmarting the

game coder despite yar *****
feeling comfortably numb,
with tingling sensation,
no matter squishy
tissue being pinched with

all out effort of most pushy
fan (again your sole self),
who succeeds as best
groupie getting mushy
timidly asking yourself

for an autograph,
and lastly taking a selfie
posing incognito with a
note tory us whig  
outlandishly bushy.
Norbert Tasev Jun 2020
To hide, to escape. Cheap and not-ripe with the weights of Tomorrow on my limbs, painted green and blue by the squeaky revenge! You should hide — yes, sneak into the deep secrets of blessed-hearted mother-in-law. Stretch out as long as you can the unknown safety net to protect and protect you! - Or in diligent mole mode, digging denser caves of tunnels underground: Field worms,

perilous beetles may be accepted as unknown guests, my real lack cannot be complete, it cannot be Whole: My voicing conscience plays with me questions and answers every day and recognizes my lack. - The weight of the task is what pulled back: The responsibility of pen and paper recalls more and more, pulled back into the sobering consciousness; I can't leave yet, and I can't be part of the Nothing I am considering yet,

in whose country I would be transformed into a degraded ****, under persistent, non-sluggish patience! The law of hiding binds me, forces me to forget my retaining human reality, and in the abyss of my selfishness I can find my own way out! The wounded, battered coder of the days is just lurking,

in your persecution mania, whoever is behind you in the invisible is still obsessively, drug-killer? I deliberately hid myself in my heart with my treasures of compliments - if possible and always remember me - I could not even count and face my soul,

budge! The momentary self-esteem and self-confidence are bold in me, and now I know for sure - I would jump in vain:

I can never enjoy your unfulfilled, blissful love with you again!

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