"pixeled" poems
digital disaster on the horizon.
with a monitor tan he plunges on.
one's and zero's spew pixeled **********
while assembled atoms wait in his bed.
the molecular world violated by binary delight
will forfeit it's reality and go offline.
digital disaster is on the horizon
and a life's work about to be lost.
the virus is spreading.
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
Moving here and moving there
Moving a million miles
With eyes red, eyes dead
Tapping a million times.
It's no teleport, no airplane,
No magical ride
Instead of walking out the doors
In the pixels we confide.
Aimless tip-tap like water drops
Ticking as sound of time
Punching letters, beating keys,
Trying to make a rime.
Lovely surfs, lovely speed,
Not so lovely is sleep,
When the ghost of eyes
Stuck in the mist of lies
Screen to screen takes a leap.
Pixels here, pixels there,
Pixels all around,
Life here, life there,
Real life all gone.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
be happy
that you got to be a drop in this ocean
be fulfilled
if one eye scans your pixeled emotion.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
gray and beady-eyed
running along the base board
a morsel of cheese in it's mouth
or
is it a plastic creature attached
to a cord
guiding you along a pixeled floor
which is it and why do we care
language
language
language
words
they mean things
significant things
whit howland © 2021
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
I went for a coffee, pen and cigarette
Achieved all but the pen
Emitting pixeled light I sit at my computer once again
Social media intoxicated
to the point of forced regurgitation
I sigh
All the wrongs are posted
made to be right by the book
All the rights are blasted
made to be the crook
Pendulum swings
2020 year of the rat
as we all COVID are egos become fat
heavy with lust
solid in greed
left to our demise
on the great wheel of cheese
Some look to fix
most instigate
2020 Opened Hells Gates
I am not Nostradamus nor
do i claim Quatrain VI
But a Happy Heretic
You keep on a tight leash
Losing teeth and sleep
chewing thru leather
fueled on anti-psychotics I weep
I am constant and do not live in fear
My birthright will shine
Heaven shall appear
For those who fight for good
Go in peace
those that challenge the throne
you soul to never cease
God as my captain just a day in advance
Saturday's all right for fighting
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC