"firewalls" poems
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country that’s done nothing for me.
I pledge allegiance to a ticking corporate time bomb, counting down the number of people left outside of its marketing cage.
Corporate fat cats full of rage, a million dollars isn’t enough,
Give me ten.
Corporate law superseding human rights, tying us tight to the system justifying injustice done to us.
I pledge allegiance to “by the people for the people”, turned “by the people, for the money”, the fuel of the freedom we value so highly as to put a price tag on it as if that is an acceptable measure of its worth,
How can we get much worse than now when there are thousands of people wondering how they are going to survive this month?
I pledge allegiance to impossibility highlighted on HD screens, the clarity not giving us a clear view of reality, our beauty is not,
Should not,
Will not be measured by the numbers on a scale.
The girls in the magazines don’t even look like the girls in the magazines, so why don’t we focus on something that can be reached?
I pledge allegiance to the flag of a country where being smart enough to expose rapists can have greater consequences than ****** somebody,
Where violating firewalls and proxies is worse than violating human bodies.
I pledge allegiance to
“She was asking for it”,
“Boys will be boys”, and
“What was she wearing?”
When a robbery is committed in a home, the police do not ask if your door was unlocked, or if your laptop was in plain view,
So when a robbery is committed on a body, why is that exactly what they do?
I pledge allegiance to a country where love is still illegal in 33 states.
We are the country of change, so long as nothing changes, I mean
Women still get paid lower wages.
I pledge allegiance to a place where who you are does not mean you get to be yourself,
Where masculinity is blue and being feminine is pink.
If you have ever been stared at for wanting to be a rainbow, I will stand by you and stare right back.
And I will no longer pledge allegiance to a country consumed by consumerism, Nationalism,
Commercialism,
Racism,
Sexism,
Fear.
Instead, I will pledge allegiance to the memory of one nation under God,
Indivisible,
With liberty and justice for all.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
I wish I could sing you a song
I wish you could dance to the sweet melody
Of my heart drums
Today God gave the world this precious gift, indeed it is your special day,
I will keep my wishes for another day
But feel free to make my heart your wishing well
If not forever but at least just for today.
If you could give me the chance
I will paint you a sun
Create you a sky
Colour it with all the colours of the rainbow
And crown you the queen of all the galaxies of stars.
If you ask me, you deserve more than firewalls
You deserve the whole world.
You are worthy to worth more than wealth
If you most pardon me, let me make another wish
A wish only the almighty can grant indeed
I wish you the best of the best health
As a destined queen you are qualified to live a fiddle life indeed.
My dear, though my body is far away
My heart is always next to your glowing shadow
Dancing, smiling, drinking and sharing in your celebrations and sorrows.
Though our eyes had never seen face to face
But I daily commune with your words and your pictures are my windows.
We might never meet, no one can predict nature.
We might never be what I dare us to be but who can really tell the future?
Until the unpredictable happen, I pray your life should be sweeter than icing on a cake
I pray you live the life you want to live
And as long as it pleases God will.
I pray you can pry into the deepest part of thee
To see the priceless treasures hidden deep in thee
I pray you pray for the grace to mount this beautiful golden throne
And above all, there is an expression I deeply want to make
Which is, Happy birthday to you an angel and a destined queen.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Instead of foraging around making connections
with cables and wireless systems that
bluetooth and sync their way
into our pocket technologies
and portable screens
(tablets of which we self-prescribe
and regulate through overdose
and comatose keenings of stillness
and waking dreams)
why, instead
don’t we fool around
making connections
with others of like mind and brainwaves
instead of radiowaves and
the mastered minds of computer waves
and lift an arm and
really wave
beyond our windows to
real people
in real time
rather than peeping
like a holographic Tom through
tabs and browsing windows,
multi-tasking time in a state of mime
like it’s about to expire
(like the wireless wires will break)
and all that we’ll have is
all we can physically take
from this moment awake we call ‘life’
– a mistake.
What else is left now
in this vegetative
one man one woman state
where we live to close our eyes
and shut our minds and wait for
the modem-router to re-dial and
get our avatar back online and
our friends back into our
multi-dimensional realer-than-time
time?
Pseudonyms solving identity changes
emerge without birth
with designer non-faces, as
now that we no longer need imperfection
or meaning or privacy
or even perception
we alter ourselves to impress our connections
with whom we connect without really connecting
by hiding as one almost nearing detection
and tip-toeing straight past
concern or reflection
(invisible firewalls at our protection)
our own walls around us
with keys we can capslock,
screening ourselves from unfriended friends,
and playfully sated by charm and ‘pretends’
that will mean next to nothing
when fantasy ends.
Where ARE the connections we make
in this digital age
that we rarely turn off since
the internet craze has become a new God
that we dial to be saved
as we sacrifice friends we once made
face to face
with those we are longing to meet
as we race across networks
with hunger and haste and
with spambots and data and viruses made
to detect and infect
and reject, just for starters,
and that’s not to mention
the ads and the logins and
passwords that lock us
from somewhere far yonder
that doesn’t exist
as we grow ever fonder
of pics and of pixels and
texts of expression
– the reality of which
we could lose in a second.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Zero One and modern blight
Travel at the speed of light.
We wondered on the Wandering Jew,
Or, in lieu,
Orthon, Urian or Lilitu.
We trepanned our empty skulls,
Searched our humours,
Were touched by Rulers!
Now troubling symptoms of want and need,
Have blighted growth of yesterseed.
Patient Zero left no lead.
East fingered West
(and vice versa)
Was Ireland really the cause of cholera?
Did Blacks languish in Tuskegee squalor?
We christened Mary, but drank the water.
Fracked Incubus and Succubus
From son and daughter.
Patient Zero left the slaughter.
We deprived women of their tea
To cure wandering womb hysteriae.
Deviances and leaking lesions
Were headwaters of women's *****
Patient Zero has no season.
The barber sensed it might be smell,
So our widened streets became a sulfurous hell.
And wastelands swelled
Where curled cats dwelled.
(no talk of Michelangelo)
II
Our children's blight has a techno name,
Like the rose, IT smells the same.
With zero tolerance I lay blame
On screens and phones and video games.
The world wide box stores flipped their lids,
Touching all who crawl the social grids;
From the base of Mammon's pyramid.
Now Jake believes he's a gangsta dude
Since posting whatever on You Tube.
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose:
No services rendered but expects what's due.
Inflated egos are a system symptom,
Clearing firewalls, reaching children.
Patient Zero is no phantom.
There is no tale of rat or flea
As cause of lost immunity.
There is no open sore to fester,
The Selfie is the X-ray picture.
Patient Zero is so much quicker.
In our gel of techno bliss,
On our elliptic petrie dish,
Bathed in more than we could wish,
Patient Zero will finish,
And with that whimper
All vanish.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
A cancer's eating
Through our core,
With tendrils gnawing
Every shore;
A virus leaping firewalls,
A dis-ease too apalling;
Advancing by some sick allure.
No use in praying for a cure,
The saviour is the saboteur;
No vaccine can **** its spore.
Its mucous is racist;
Its nucleus is sexist;
Its atoms are prejudiced;
Its carriers are bigots;
It's hungering for more;
And it's at my front door.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Banished from my life
To me, you are dead.
Amputating your white knuckles
From my lungs I revive the breath
Which had previously been taken.
Sneakily, I crept upon you
Stealing away the blinders—
Regaining my peripheral vision
And ability to see the world around me.
I plug my headphones into my body
Drowning out your drill sergeant
Yelling at me to run faster,
Push harder,
Be better.
Removing your sparkling diamond ring
From my finger,
I cancel our engagement.
No longer will we live together
Intimately sharing our space—
MY space.
There is no space for you here.
Quickly and ferociously
I throw your **** out the window
Leaving you mute, homeless and limbless;
Unable to communicate with anyone else,
Or invade their space.
An exterminator has been in and out
Killing the parasites ingested
From the food you tainted.
With the worms removed
And the eggs uprooted,
You’ve lost your control over my body.
My firewalls are up,
Protecting me from further infection.
I know and understand your acid rain
Will fall upon me again,
But I have built a house
Upon strong supports
In which I can enter
When I am enticed
By the tingling burn of my skin.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
Intimidation,
Solidifies in a wandering mind.
Firewalls built with faltering bricks.
Drown within dry thoughts.
Pressure dissolves without an atmosphere.
Stars don't show through thick air.
Greedy hands cant grab free things.
Able to live through hell,
But paradise is barren.
Shadows cant chase you in the pitch of night.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
Come stranger Enter my Domain
Search and break the firewalls for the entrance to my life
One by one break through
and behind the last wall you will find
UTTER DEVOTION, LOYALTY AND TRUTH.
FRIENDSHIP THAT KNOWS NO BOUNDS,
SOMEONE TO LEAN ON IN GOOD TIMES AND BAD,
SOMEONE TO TALK AND LISTEN TO YOU AT ANY HOUR OF THE DAY OR NIGHT but most of all you'll find LOVE that has no bounds
that never fails when others leave you.
You'll find respect for who you are, for what you believe in.
BUT I WARN YOU - ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
If you ever want to leave me you'll always have the freedom to do so
But do it Gently and seal back the walls that you entered through
Then I can change the Password to my heart and the Username of my life, so then I can wait here until the next stranger comes along!
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
You use your coded words,
Building up my feelings for you.
I never shared my secrets like that.
Never said how lonely I felt,
But now I don't feel as alone.
You are there in my life.
You inspire the words that I write.
My twisted metaphors,
My once empty writing,
They hold you in them.
You're there in name.
You're there in comparison.
You're there because i put you there.
When a poet falls for a hacker,
They realize that they can hack more than just software,
Or bypass firewalls.
They can hack our feelings,
Bypass the walls we set up,
And infiltrate our systems.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
The forgotten handshake is already embarrassingly serious; as the imprint of chalk-faced faces will you be an aggressor, or perhaps a conciliator who will redeem your loved ones?! Conscious fear runs through the rails of your laid soul! The effort to get there is everywhere! A family home may not be waiting for who really deserves it! Everyone stops near the top of their careers if there is no broker or protégé behind them! Confidence can also be gained with insufficient professional qualifications!
What makes a man of shipwrecked spirits disappointing and wild is the prediction of **** Fashionable idiocy, which, like a good thing, sticks to the human character and leaves a pimple behind as a cold! - Chirping nymphs, flirting with prostitutes as flirting prostitutes, while having a solarium pass instead of a mind! Fallen prophets, as a rigid rule, tend to flee from wolf laws; the Vibrant hits the exposed concretes of firewalls!
In the throbbing glands, the vigor arises; phlegm disguised as help Promise! A crisis that replaces ambiguity; awareness is roaring among sizzling critics! The double cordon raises an objection if you really want to know others! Kushadnia wonder why in every Age a person should be, who is average?! The child of flattening compulsions is back! In the vegetation below, everyone is scratching and flattening their own benefit and there can be no more procrastination; what kind of pathetic over-regulation binds us to the Present, in which the living is forced to bribe ?!
It is always a surprise to snag a bump! "The temporary throbbing is tired once I have the ingrained fear in me!"
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 2:07 AM UTC
If Heaven is a stage,
Someone has decorated
it’s doors and windows
with flowers and olive leaves;
men and women became
God and goddess
Once again merely to command each other;
And to commit their sacred sins
they have their own rules; regulations
and one God in that
Time play dual roles.
If Hell is a stage,
men and women
Are Devil and ******
Once again
Merely to command each other to carry their firewalls
they have their own Tasks; Targets
and one Devil in that time plays dual roles.
- By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
*I was here
When you wrote a fully encrypted poem
Words wrapped in heavy firewalls
Decryption code hidden in time
Looping through ages of wisdom
Greek written in plain English
that's what ordinary us see
Codes that can't be deciphered
alluded as metaphors.
and nooo
don't get me started on syllables
Or they call them enigma these days
Those woven words
Those written graphical contents leave us in awe
Only the 5th generation circuits gets it
the softwares involved are not for the average minds
Only a high speed drive would comprehend the contents
No petty malware would Penetrate through those walls
Only a malware with enviable skills
Ones that would suffocate and annihilate
Re program the chess board to its advantage
Inciting the readers that they understand the depth of that poem*
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
There they sit
In silence
Tension building
Difficult pretense
Not to tear
One another apart
Clothes off
Becoming one heart
Beating wildly
Instincts attacking
Passion not withholding
Like a hacker hacking
Past the firewalls
Broken down
From the feelings strong
Cannot drown them
With none other than fiery moans
Embracing their souls
In the night not drones
Of life's monotonous
Day in day out
Blazing a heat trail
Love's route
They'll soon
Envelop their desires
Feed this kindling
In their bodies bonfires
At the shores of their
Seemingly hidden intent
Once they let themselves
Go find if it was meant
To be or not to be,
Friends to the world
But lovers behind
Their doors, herald
To the truth of what
Cannot be denied
In the midst of this
Urban jungle defied...
© okpoet
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
I've lived loyal lies,
And since moving,
They're in storeage,
Under lock.
I've forgotten where,
But if revealed,
I'm not fearful of discovery.
Should someone assemble
My dissemblings,
Parse the pieces
And make a small announcement,
I'd agree.
I chose lies for themes;
Well-motivated intentions,
Yet carefully selected words
To hurt.
Demons bang on firewalls
With lost love.
I am aging in oaken barrels
Bound with rings,
Dried in kilns,
Soaked as silk yarn
And bowed with
Honest lies.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
If Heaven is a stage,
Someone has decorated
it’s doors and windows
with flowers and olive leaves;
men and women becomes
God and goddess;
Once again merely to command each other;
And to commit their sacred sins
they have their own rules; regulations
and one God in that
Time play dual roles.
If Hell is a stage, men and women
Are Devil and ******
Once again
Merely to command each other
to carry their firewalls
they have their own Tasks; Targets
and one Devil in that time plays dual roles.
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
Coded the firewalls, residing on the periphery
Insuring IDS and IPS, maintain security
Chasing packets down the wire, elusive, slippery
Black Hats in the wings, harbingers, of digital heresy
Driving through the data, mining superfluous type sin
Knowing everything, of where and when, and everyplace you've been
Bits and bytes, shreds of truth, even if, it's thick or very thin
Down copper paths and roads, memories gleaned from soldered tin
Security and privacy, a fallacy, perpetrated on the user base
They track you and record, nothing safe, at any site or place
Providers collude with government, profit, ever a corporate race
Removing what you can, but never gone, not without a trace
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
A technicolor thriller movie hits me up the head.
It comes sneaking around the bright corners of my mind.
It breaks through the firewalls of pleasant memories.
It melts my thoughts into mush.
I give in.
My heads drop to my side and my nails begin to dig in to my palm.
Immediately I started toying with the dead skin on my bottom lip.
The winter has been cruel to my skin.
Each rip of dead skin feels cathartic.
I am peeling away my pain and discomfort.
My Flashbavk looms over until I am completely defenseless.
Which is one or hits.
I feel I am on a shaky old roller coaster that have up.
The ride attendee has side bye.
The silence is deafening.
My breath catches in my ears.
I wake up on the floor of the cold, wood floor of the living room.
I have no recollection of what happened.
I feel deattached and removed like a minor character in a big movie.
The star has just gotten hit by a track and the perky comic relief friend turns serious.
That is my flashbacks.
I am not as scared as before but I don't trust him.
I worry he'll come when my defenses are even more eroden.
I whisper the duas I learned in Sunday school to ward the ailments of my conditions.
I tell myself it's a just a test.
I put my headphones back in and resume listening to stromae, letting the tears take control.
It's all that I have known.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
If I died tonight, no one would really know me.
Not even my closest family and friends.
To the end.
They see another man.
Firewalls scourge persona past infinity.
Dignity dead .
Just to get ahead.
Bottled wound bleed.
Bleeding as i walk
And
Talk and jot
Down notes that are hot
Speaking words but at the same time
The lie sputter like a web
A dead man walking the plank
When does the plank end?
Seems to go on and on.
Thinking as I'm going
About the girls i would poke
And
If I could get a *** now
Mind you humans still wanna do the dew and do
What they want with there wife and
Life but strife always come in as humans
Live in pride and I'm livid without the crime unseen eyes and blood stained pillow bilbo like i just wanna explore and collect my pie Alpha Omega guide my path and mind
For the Divine is thy most wise
As I continue to fly
I spy with my third eye vibrations with most Holy high.
Take me where to day and night
Day and night
Most high and fly and most wise
Tame my mind so wild i'll
Fly further then all
With a smile and praise to
The Lord Grace
We are
Made to conquer
And
Be brave.
Save me Holy keeping Faith.
Ou Lord keep my verse fleak
Poppin
Turning heads
And
Bringing eyes of peace
Best believe
We all do achieve with he who walked before infinity.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
A black and white rainbow
Pixelated and distorted
Sent as zipped up information
Stored as a file in my memory
These Terra bytes are more than mega
Unpacked and shining bright
My eyes and digital image
Signals on a screen
There is no beauty in technology
Only cold charts and data
Just index of double helix
Just codes and firewalls
Just system analytics
Just fiber optic cables
Somehow through endless fields of source
Through endless pattern repeated
I found an oracle of infrastructure
The platform where she stands
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
You say you love me
Does not compute
You say you need me
Does not compute
I am trying
If all my systems should overload
Just be aware, I may explode
Program my feelings, program my heart
Previous owner left me in the dark
Possibly, Robot learn love?
ERROR ERROR
If all my circuits should catch on fire
Do not panic, just need to be rewired
Reprogram!
Break down my firewalls
Reprogram!
Enter the password
So that Robot learn love
I sense your pulse, I sense your life
Your fingers running on my chest plate
Reboot!
So many errors, so many virus
Kiss me on my soulless lips
Debug!
Science, my creator
Science my knowledge
Introduce love as beyond comprehension
Upgrade!
If this experiment turns up fatal
Just hack my mainframe to be more stable
Reprogram!
Fill me with dreams and aspiration
Reprogram!
Penetrate this metal prison
So Robot....learn love
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
A black and white rainbow
Pixelated and distorted
Sent as zipped up information
Stored as a file in my memory
These Terra bytes are more than mega
Unpacked and shining bright
My eyes and digital image
Signals on a screen
There is no beauty in technology
Only cold charts and data
Just index of double helix
Just codes and firewalls
Just system analytics
Just fiber optic cables
Somehow through endless fields of source
Through endless pattern repeated
I found an oracle of infrastructure
The platform where she stands
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Channels I long refused to explore, suspicious
of authenticity prospects, auspicious contacts,
using the web of a poisonous spider, to comply
with society, posting illusions, tweeting whims.
Social circles to flaunt an image, attempting to say
something unheard, as I, unable to scent the body
humours of connecting minds, build a fortress erecting
firewalls of scepticism for a glimpsing human touch,
disguising
in a suit knitted with closeness pretence threads,
between persons separated by oceans, mountains
so high climbers suffocate at their summit, so far
from the ground they are as virtual as this acquaintance.
An encounter with the unknown, for all I know is we both
artfully pen realities to undress the masked and imagine
a nascent bond inspiring these words, out of my mind
and onto the keyboard, just as your words unexpectedly
slithered out of the screen and straight into me.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
spirit tenuous
through dulcet tones
cross-pollinating
true absorption
I bypass your firewalls
with ease
I absorb your hollow halls
disease
dreaming of a new theosophy
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
There are four
firewalls
in the square
attached
above his neck.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 5:21 PM UTC