"firewall" poems
Robot rendezvous and electric engagements
Android alimony to cyborg sexists
Weve created our technological truces
Bound tightly to this digital dance
We wont work without electronic easing
Copy and paste emotion
Upload desires
Forward your sentiments
Firewall the insufferable experience
Logout of life and reboot reality
Let the dry bones regain their flesh
The empty eyepits become filled and see
Electro-spark the cognitive cardiac arrest
And reascend the route from the CPU catacombs
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
An unexpected virus came
Diabolically and odiously.
Sniffles like missiles;
We will cough
Green-brown phlegm
And seaweed;
Eyes itch with sweat;
Throats sound guttural warnings;
Muscles ache from making
The sign of the cross in European monasteries;
The tentacles are spreading, grasping, holding hard;
A boy lies face down on the firewall
Like a tethered goat,
Invasive, infectious and deadly.
The body politik has been exposed,
Vulnerable and fallible.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
i am a keeper
a hider
never a seeker
your thoughts
your secrets
the things you hoard
the way you are
i know.
i know them all.
don’t you worry,
i will keep them
hide them
and no one
will find them.
i am
strong and sturdy
dark as night
a firewall made
to conceal and
protect.
i will keep them
safe,
this i promise.
but, really,
how safe
your secrets will be
is
up
to
you.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
Mother’s womb is the first place,
Where good, bad and the ugly
well nurtured and dwells in everyone.
This planet is the second domain
from where we acquire
angelic or devilish thoughts
or the means either for happiness or misery
The third is the grave, the inter space,
The final or everlasting
which will be either a
Green garden of God,
Or the firewall of the devil
By Williamsji Maveli
30/09/2012
www.williamsji.com
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
Computer virusలాగా నా చుట్టూ చేరి చంపకే .
recycle binలో ఉన్న fileలా దాగి దాగి ఉండవే .
Temporaryగా నిలిచినా file లాగా temper పెంచాకే .
Recently used fileలా పదే పదే కనపడకే .
Accident గానే నిన్ను delete నేను చేయనే లేదులే .
Format చేసిన తిరిగి తెప్పించే software లా మారకే .
Cache memoryలో ఉండి ప్రతి సారి చంపకే .
Internet saved pages లా history లో mystery create చేయకే .
Automatic update అయ్యి నా memory నీ కొల్లగోట్టకే. .................
మంచి Antivirus కోసం వెతుకులాటలో ఉన్నానే.
Permanant గా delete చేసే మార్గం కోసం చూస్తున్నానే .
Shift delete నే సాయం అడిగేలా మారిపోయానే.
Recent list generate అవ్వకుండా safe mode పెట్టుకోవాలే .
ఏ search engine కి దొరకని రీతిలో folder lock పెట్టి ఉంచాలే.
Administrator కూడా access చేసుకోకుండా tight security పెంచాలే.
Firewall లో block చేసి పడేస్తే నీ గొడవ తీరునులే.
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 7:34 AM UTC
Liking all the latest pics
From the keyboard of my device
Posting all the time
Push a button to make a dime
Gathering members from afar
I'm a star
Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book
We feel your caution behind the firewall
Finding an app to help us all
It's paradise when your video goes viral
Accepting new friends you've never met
Want to make a bet?
Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book
Making it feel more like a celebration
Spreading the likes and dislikes
To a whole new generation
More like New World Order of sanitisation
That's why he had to
That's why he had to
That's why he had to, reinvent the book.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
(Disclaimer: There is no blame here!! Fret not. It's impersonal.)
You are a snide, condescending, shallow and self-absorbed person.
You treat others like dirt with what you imply
You show respect for only that which reminds you of yourself.
You build a firewall for certain people without ever learning the first thing about them.
You're a vacuous shell of misfounded hate and synthetic blame.
You need to stop being so ******* 'matter-of-fact' all the time.
You make Narcissus proud:
Antagonist to a story of harmony,
you're a heartless
and presumptuous
attention-whore
of self-loathing.
Projecting your Shadow and your desires unto others, as if they were a silver screen
and being disappointed in them when they
"fall short".
You claim to be in a position of clarity, of authority, of understanding.
You seem to be in a position of self-assured ignorance and of delusion.
You covet the attention of those who would worship the ground upon which you tread,
but those who worship you could be the same you push away in your fit of self-righteous rage.
As you read this, you immediately think of those who you quantify as these things
as if people are subject to quantification, much less by your standards,
without ever recognizing the poisonous signs within yourself.
As you haste away in guilt, you forget what you could have learned:
**"This reminds me of me when I forget to keep myself in check."**
Everyone is fallible.
That gives neither you nor them the right to use one's fallibility as a weapon or source of leverage.
Anyone who does so willingly contradicts the very way of the universe
and is thus harboring a great and powerful evil,
not that of another,
but that of your self.
* **If you do not dominate the powerful Beast that is your Shadow,
you will be absolutely enveloped by It.** *
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
The Black Queen of
The Hacker Scene
Blood Goth Style
And Silent Screams
Her Coding Skills
Were yet Unseen
Many were 'pwned'
By her Data Schemes
'Til she tried to crack
The Encrytion on the
Pentagons firewall
It was Her Down Fall
She got the Option
Prison Time or
Work for them
Fighting this crime
She ended up meeting
Darren who was her
Carmel Candy Joy
Their chats dripped with Cloy
She started with the FBI BAU
Cracking info and Flirts with Darren
She tracked signals world wide
Till the IP was Enprisoned
Cracking Data to Criminal Minds
What ever they ask she can find
And she's anticipated like a digital
Reader of Minds, A Fashion Fatale'
Bright pink Pigtails and
Blue Cats Eyed Glasses
With Glitter Lashes
She's a Digital Data Diva
All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
So you spent all your life here,
in these walls of virtual reality
Within the confines of sweet sweet fantasy
that holds you dear every moment
The unrelenting love you receive
The security and ease
All bad things at bay
The firewall keeping it away
So you live in your perfect little globe
the place where you control everything
In where you can be someone else
and not care if you hurt anybody else
How long has it been since you got out?
The sun in your skin and wind caressing it
The laughter and sweat you spent playing
The hellos and goodbyes we love giving
The trips to your friends for tea time
Choosing trends in malls with friends
The fun of riding in an attraction in a park
And the pure joy of doing it all...Physically
So while you're at it
Staring into the hollow monitors and screens
Take back what once was you
Hit refresh and do what you want to.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
that lovely night
when suddenly
you put your hand
upon my knee
and later
snuggled up under
my paw around your shoulder
a gentle flame sprang into life
from dormant embers
when afterward the two of us
were rocking to a softer tune
than music would us have
(we never made it
to the dancing floor)
the brilliance of your eyes
shone through your flying hair
the flame leaped high
and built a wall
hard but transparent
completeness was
within
* * *
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
*Your curvaceous body had me swayed ov'r the bed
to chase the dream, unseen
Salted warmth portrayed the tapestry 'pon life
& I went through the love-stream
to reach out to nowhere but to the doorway of your heart, I gleam
“The Desperation” lit the spark to beloved spirit;
Gratification drove us to lonely-Island
You belonged to firewall & your love supersonic
It's always been a pleasure to me...
to let your breast crush under my chest for the spark of having gratification, electric.*
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Oh, you swamp me with charm - get out of my head.
There’s something about you - a warmth - like the comfort of home - that pulls at me.
I study your landscape of attractive surfaces like a star chart - logging my weaknesses - to strengthen my emotional firewall. I WANT you but my “wants” just seem untrustworthy after recent deprivations.
To be honest - I can’t afford you - not now. You’re a delicious pastry - with strings - and I need to cut all my strings.
You’re something younger me would have wanted - before the pandemic, when scandalous thinking was uncomplicated and freedoms taken for granted.
Last year simplified my reality.
Over time, boredom melted me like wax but a new me crossed some threshold of certainty - that to flourish - no, just to survive - I must become more than I am, or find I’m less than I hoped.
In 2019 goals seemed way, way someday things - far off reference points to seek out - like an inchworm. Social details occupied me like an unfocused dementia - there was an unacceptable level of childish thinking.
But now I’m an escapee on the run who won’t be taken back alive. Old attachments must be stripped down and the old world made disposable - if I’m to achieve escape velocity.
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 9:39 AM UTC
Thank you for your purchase.
I recently bought a computer,
complete with:
Poorly labeled documents, (Untitled53.jpg).
Terms and conditions; a ten-second scroll-through, mind you.
Pre-accepted, pre-agreed.
A clutter of programs I (supposedly) need,
and a firewall,
to keep your virus
out of my heart.
Sadly, however,
this model lacks a restart.
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 1:40 AM UTC
Your love is in all
Just achieved by some
Satan is the firewall that blocks your light
The powerful force that keeps people from you
Only some find strength and fight.
The beautiful things that you do
Keep me believing through every night.
I've passed that fire wall with many scars to reach you.
It was all worth it when I saw your light.
I've learn so much, I finally know how to fight.
"When you compare and compete, you live in defeat."
That one simple sentence has kept me going
My faith in you will never stop flowing.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
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A gloomy feeling accompanies the rain.
harvest season sometimes reaps none,
the sun is weary, it rushes to descend
humid air wanes as darkness spreads.
sparrows and yellow warblers retreat
how do they stay dry in their nests?
newly-woken bats emerge at sunset
amidst the rain...they try their best.
in the waning light, trees start to play,
their shadows graciously sway,
they dance by the firewall
telling their stories by nightfall.
through a worsening weather
sounds, loud and clear,
the roaring thunder
July's long sunset showers
pour, to cool the dimming atmosphere.
then, darkness claims all the glow.
thunder, lightning, the heavy downpour,
and the warm shelter of our home
are like heaven and hell,
situated side by side.
monsoon season has come without delay
the mischievous puppies dare play
under July's cold pouring rain,
their eyes invite me...but in vain.
sally b
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 4, 2021
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
Only imitation of daylight touches me.
New air finds yellow skin through vents in the window,
or else in the brief presentation of my bowed head
each time I succumb to nicotine and black lung.
It is a depression of inactivity,
not worth the document. These daydream catacombs
afford me translucent substance of consciousness,
and untraceable, numinous identity,
so that with each day I can be spun-out again.
The only reality in which I engage
is that of words, words, words – meandering delights
of categorising all fear into known terms.
Lo, how the quantum world beholds this emptiness.
Great depths of solidity, Mother Earth's mantle -
tectonic collisions of Biblical tirade,
of all shield, political firewall and bloodshed;
discarded in the nothingness of the atom.
These ****** words too, will offer no quantum relief.
Each thought lives brilliantly, but in a moment,
and words, words, words, are but the thunder that follows.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Money to be made with moves to make
The right to exist and do business
Time to occupy each corner occupants
Do comply and follow obstruction
Not your average FAQ
Free software for the eye to sync
Learn sign language before we lose our freedom of speech
Thus page is an open source of parapsychological poetry
The movie extra you did not see coming
Firewall around the communication bubble
Saving up ameros to invest online
Pedestrians crossing walking the line
No binge drinking only red wine
The liver gets important just in time
4x4 on every Friday
Don't forget the right of way
Moral duty on everyday basis
Pledge to humanity not a three colored quilt,
The man infested with manifestation
Where did this past year go?
About 10 jobs and no money saved,
I've died like about 5 times,
Baptize my nostril and felt my brain vaporized,
Having an auction for my addiction,
Suffering from wisdom erosion,
Once enlightened by the souls resurrections,
Here's to you higher evidence of existence,
Please end this phase of false occasions,
This human ghost rider is at his last hour with decaying flowers,
Three quarters shy of death,
Life is just a biological process,
Space continuum hole to heaven just to hide,
Or to the future perhaps,
Thus next year might be my last.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
sorry fickle fanatic
friendly fuzzy teddy bear
beetle on its back trying
to turn over with a pen
from a bouquet of pencils
bouncing ink stain firewall
bouncy ball
sitting on a turnstile
with tessellated tiles
counting liars for miles
I'm sorry if I'm being such a fickle fanatic.
Should I be ashamed? I am confused.
I just want to be a fuzzy teddy bear
but I'm just an angry beetle
on it's back trying
too hard
to turn over
and I feel guilty now.
I turn over and inside out
with the help of a pen from a bouquet
of pencils bouncing on ink stains
firewall bouncy ball
sickness
I feel uneasy
I'm sitting on a turnstile
watching the tessellated tiles
as I count liars for miles
shuffle shuffle click click
sorry girlboy
boygirl **** that
find some ******* friends,
you fuzzy teddy bear
you're a beetle trying
to lay on its back and turn over
try writing with that pen
you'll find it's a bouquet of truths
pick one out and run with it
they're all just bouncing
ink stains
You sit there on a turnstile
watching hundreds of your selves
shuffle shuffle on click clicking
you count yourself over and over
and you're the tessellated tiles
you're watching yourself
counting liars
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
the problem with poetry
is that not everyone understands
the crap that you are trying to convey,
the message is always encrypted in cryptic code,
you have to get past the firewall before you can see the
01011100110011110010101000111100101's
many of us
don't have the time to pursue the purpose
of a poems meaning
because we are busy deciphering
what the **** our own heart is trying to say
while simultaneously trying make sense of it,
so that we can post on hello poetry,
hoping that maybe a handful of depressed poets
might take the time to view it,
let alone like it,
or possibly even comment
or **** maybe even share it, assuming we said anything of merit.
it's in our nature to ignore
and call others ignorant
and believe that we are intrinsicly more important.
offbeat>poet
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Caught in the blaze
Burning in the apocalyptic fire
Scorching in the moment
Words escape me
And turn to ethers
Burning before they were born
The pit of my stomach
Encages the answer I seek
But those winged faeries
Stand with me but dont speak
Held back by fear
Trapped behind trembling lips
And unnecessary doubt
Burning me
but not letting the warmth in
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
Meticulous and loveless, she does her duty
with flawless execution in a calculated fashion.
Every task she has accomplished
is done with a robotic passion
The wires of her brain
are smoldered in place.
Insulated with old errors
she computes a quiet disgrace.
Malicious programs in a trojan horse
sent from a suspicious source with a familiar name.
She brought down her firewall to let him in
which is why she feels such shame.
I watch her as she marches;
no style, no finesse, no grace.
I want to give her a soft touch or an honest whisper.
But I'm prevented by the anti-virus in within my interface.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
i. 403 Forbidden
lost_in _this_digital_scream.mp3
it’s over
shutdown.
restart.
pick up the pieces.
you know who this is
you know where this is
fresh eyes to see the world
strings of code
binary - 1 or 0
y/n
n.
back into the
cave we go
ii. 401 Unauthorised
you split yourself open.
rewiring
it is time to make a change
your code writ in red and
love and trauma
plug you in
(plug into me)
corrupted files
delete, delete
a cut job (ctrl x)
you do not have access.
iii. 404 Not Found
who are you
where are you
what colour is the sky
what colour is the sea
why can you feel the pull of the moon
does the earth call to you
why
why does she have rainbow eyes
ah.
there you are
(were)
empty automata
take to change.
flee from me.
find safety.
firewall.
sleep,
electric sheep dreams.
defragmentation
debugging
recalibration
everything not saved will be lost
iv. 410 Gone
you wake.
(FALSE)
the world is new
to you again
or you are
new to it.
i won’t find you in this place
because you’re gone
(again)
new version
ctrlaltdel.
empty.
a reconfiguration
ship of theseus
whole again
without them
coda. Metadata
you run out into the dark
the burdened and choked night sky
you see nothing
you see everything
this world is yours to reshape
and you to be reshaped with it
cause and effect
no more binary. no more
i am waiting for you.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
You and I, our
skin singed by pride
as we reach into the
abyss of the other’s
insecurities, finding
flaw in logic, solace
in higher volume,
our voices become
storms our minds form
one blind, blind drive
to fight and be right
while the fire burns on
underneath our flame-
kissed flesh, paper
bodies fueling the
furnace that eats
itself alive.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC