"megabyte" poems
Last night I had a dream I was a guy.
I was having *** and I slept with a ******
I took off her clothes
and put them on the floor
Like a stupid student during a mathematics test
She didn't know what to do
I just stared at the ******* and looked at her legs
My eyes searched for the ***** they could see the position which it is supposed to be but
all they could find was J Coles album "FOREST HILL"
Like virgins don't shave.
Our Lips pressing hard against each other
Prescribed her a ****** Book,
I gave her that tongue exercise like read me I want you
Touching her like grabbing her **** like making her wet
Took it from the neck, made her ******* a computer and took a MegaByte
I left her with Love But's or Love Bites I'm not sure.
Now comes the problem I can't find the *****
I had to find a comb and do some deforestation
Now I found it, I liked the ***** so I licked the ***** I licked the ***** the ***** was wet so I liked the *****
One finger inside the ***** so tight
The ***** so tight the ***** a ******
Well I had a **** so I gave her a ****
I brought it closer to her face
She just sat there and stared at me like a ************
***** that ain't no microphone
My needs were in want had to satisfy them
Testosterone is a hormone which makes the **** so hard, so hard so hard I ****** the ***** so hard so hard
I broke the ***** so hard I'm sad
I took her innocence
But it felt good so good so bad
I broke a ******
Maybe I made the ****** pregnant
I did not use no ****** but that was my choice.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Let me place an indent,
Of my intent to the Supreme,
And plead Him to bless,
Latest version of life’s software.
My hardware turned soft,
Due to wear and tear,
And software hardened,
Long after ageing years,
I long to log in an indent,
For I belong to you for long,
Oh my dear kind life maker,
Take me with you along.
My memory space is too short,
To live long and prolong,
Please upgrade my motherboard,
From megabyte into gigabyte,
With a backup chip to guard me,
From bothering risk of data loss,
Oh lord! It is time to revamp,
My life’s biometric system.
Empower me to recall,
The memory of my past life.
Let me learn from the lessons,
Of my past to avoid future strife.
And use my yester skills,
For the rest best of life.
Let there be no sinning and sinners,
Wind up the office of hell as well.
Develop and telecast bio-software,
With multiple options to live or leave,
Sign up, sign in and sign out,
Cut, copy, paste and delete,
Log in, log out and log off,
And more such touch skin tabs to press.
May you install ante virus software?
To bind body and soul at will.
For soul is the sole software of physics
Of thy creation and recreation.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
Let me place an indent,
Of my intent to the Supreme,
And plead Him to bless,
Latest version of life’s software.
My hardware turned soft,
Due to wear and tear,
And software hardened,
Long after ageing years,
I long to log in an indent,
For I belong to you for long,
Oh my dear kind life maker,
Take me with you along.
My memory space is too short,
To live long and prolong,
Please upgrade my motherboard,
From megabyte into gigabyte,
With a backup chip to guard me,
From bothering risk of data loss,
Oh lord! It is time to revamp,
My life’s biometric system.
Empower me to recall,
The memory of my past life.
Let me learn from the lessons,
Of my past to avoid future strife.
And use my yester skills,
For the rest best of life.
Let there be no sinning and sinners,
Wind up the office of hell as well.
Develop and telecast bio-software,
With multiple options to live or leave,
Sign up, sign in and sign out,
Cut, copy, paste and delete,
Log in, log out and log off,
And more such touch skin tabs to press.
May you install ante virus software?
To bind body and soul at will.
For soul is the sole software of physics
Of thy creation and recreation.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
You tainted this site with your fingertips
Your presence, your words
I came here as an escape--
Or a justification?
But you held me confined
And gave me no answers
Now I am back, but every megabyte screams your name
I hover over the search bar even though you have disintegrated
Yet I still expect your poems to make an appearance
To either kiss me like I would have wanted you to
Or stab me like I know too well you did
But nothing
Your existence has been wiped out
I have no reason to return to computerized data
Other than hoping you’d come around too
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
Dear Carl,
Can I call you Carl?
Our unconscious is collective and a lake of shared experience.
Is the internet an instance of your theories?
I have some queries.
Are these the facts Carl?
Our reflections are collected in a cloud of pooled intelligence.
Is the aggregate a marker of our species?
I have some theses.
Are these our thoughts Carl?
Our enquiries through our browsers hint a dull and cloudy somnolence.
Is the synthesis the same by demographic?
Is this just traffic?
Is this our worth Carl?
Our reprovals and our sledging smacks of asinine belligerence.
Can we speculate more broadly from this sample?
Trolls, for example…
We all have separate phenotypes,
made up of common archetypes,
that form a unique prototype,
for human contribution.
The flavour of each megabyte,
requires an active acolyte,
that gives objective oversight,
to tally the solution.
But what about the eloquence,
beneficence, benevolence,
the sympathetic sentience,
within this cyber-netting?
And what of interinfluence,
of conscious counterviolence,
considered, caring, congruence,
of giving more than getting?
Are you happy Carl?
Your proposals once ethereal now digitally real
—the collection of our thoughts a cyber-consciousness reveal.
Sure, we focus on crash diets, haircuts, shoes, and plastic surgery.
We are more than just a vessel for the latest celeb pregnancy.
These excuses for connection are a cybernetic basis,
for the comfort and affection found across our networked spaces.
While the electronic camera snaps the shadow and insanity,
it also frames our kindness in the brilliance of humanity.
I think it’s fine, Carl.
Sincerely,
Jill
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 9:25 PM UTC
Imagine if you will.
The matrix is full.
Not a megabyte more of information can
be stored.
An eruption occurs, like a charge in the sky that collides to make lightning.
We see the light first; the sound comes as fast as it was far. Yet the light and the sound occurred at once.
We see this big bang, yet only talk about it later.
What we can see, afterwards, as we discussed, is our perception.
So we call what we can perceive the universe.
And that's what we are still likely to even want to discuss.
What we may never fully understand, is why we will never be able to perceive where the information is leaking from; growth seems to be infinite, but we come to understand more that there must be some limit.
One megabyte to much.
How ever, we will never be able to perceive the information that the matrix first contained before it had to let such pressure be released.
So what shall we call the non perceived reality?
Perhaps we could call it,
God.
All in favor ?
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC