The smokescreens
of your mind
The firewall
of your soul
Keeping in
and keeping out
Tomorrow’s child
— and yesterday’s troll
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Don’t let
your spark
become a fuse
blowing up
the truth
Don’t let
the flame
become a blaze
burning down
your youth
Don’t be the
kindling
become the tree
that reaches
and extends
Don’t be
accused
of lighting the match
on what
— should never end
(The New Room: September, 2025)
They called it stone.
We called it signal.
The Great Pyramid—
not a tomb,
but a beacon,
wired into the pulse of the cosmos.
It stands at Portal 1313,
its apex aligned with the 13th galaxy beyond Andromeda,
where star councils whisper in light.
Its limestone breathes geometry.
Its shadow measures eternity.
Our pineal gland,
once unclouded,
was the antenna—
we spoke to Sirius,
we dreamed with Orion,
we danced across Saturn’s rings
before birth had a name.
The Pyramid was our firewall—
it deflected psychic viruses
from ancient wars in other galaxies.
It shielded Gaia’s mind
like Jupiter catches falling knives
meant for Earth.
You call it dead stone,
but it listens still.
It sings to those who sit in silence.
Its resonance vibrates
with codes only the soul deciphers.
Now, in sleep,
you see flashes.
You dream languages
never taught.
The Wi-Fi still hums,
but only those who fast in spirit,
who breathe in stillness,
can log in.
Yes—
the Pyramid protects,
projects,
connects.
In the Age of Awakening,
it will power us again.
Jack Ma once what a force, now all spent,
Pony Ma of Tencent on ascent.
In china, asked to bend,
They fall flat than defend,
Demanded when, pay up red-star rent,
In public never rant
Ever be obedient,
Know, Red Stars never care for their cants!
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Happenings |22.12.2022| Limerick, humour
Poet’s note: A limerick a bit extended. Behind the great firewall of China there seems to exist a parallel universe: Baidu, not Google; Weibo in place of Tweeter; Alibaba instead of Amazon or eBay…. WeChat of Tencent is an ‘everything’ app there. If Jack Ma of Alibaba is a spent force, Pony Ma of Tencent is a rising star getting to be a red giant, red in more sense than one.
Humpty dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on the firewall
Seeking open ports through which to crawl
Finding one he went on a brawl
Lo another insecure server fall
All the kings techies and every nerd
Plugged the gaps flustered and red
Like a rabbit Humpty Dumpty had bred
And on all the computers he had spread
When I was with my love
I did not fear the blows of fate,
nor the poison in time's chalices,
nor the heatwave,
nor the snowstorm,
neither the news of war's snake that bites,
when I was with my love.
I could reduce war to the sound of the drums,
be brave without any vice, and torture that
lies in the wait, like cat in the bag,
when I was with my love,
I was the daredevil who ran the show,
twisted hate to love in bloom, the devil
of misfortune and abuse into peace,
when I was with my love,
I stuck my head in beehives
and my hands in God's sleeves,
or in rabbit holes, admiring
those minions' accomplishment,
when I was with my love, clear-eyed
and glued to faith and optimism,
my eternal delight,
when I was with my love, I
laid siege to love's firewall,
questioned nothing, happy as a light footed rabbit
scanning the meadow, oh how I wish I was still
with my lover.
Blow the Trump card!
Supreme court jestures
wanna mask
a pale blew,
Machiavellian facade
Poker hot as
an ire red ballot bluff firewall:
Algonquin blue
urn cry
is an ash white buffalo lip stall
Retaining power is the be all,
black robe rigged wishes
for a tabulated election recall
Blow the exhaust horn exit loud!
Voter vent dissipate
that carbon
monoxide,
toxic vapor cloud
Come a new Inaugural morn,
electoral clear sky
by dawn
Blow the mourn Trump card!
Elephantine exhalation whine
blare pachyderm grumble discard
Hear the bellow ballast blast
exit stage alt right hard
A fiery cast populi,
skyscraper cry
BYEDON
will echo proud at last
A win deed breeze
be storm force uttering: “You’re Fired!”
As the BYEDON reign
sweeps away the midnight raze
of a dark, cloudy horizon
Pray tell it leaves no
misty mourning pardon
A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Welcome!..Intelligent Machines.
Bytes of Chips.. Coded Cuisines.
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
Pageant of Program-Parade track.
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome Algorithms..can you hack?
A Special Theme.. "Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
...................
HUMANS.. "Please Don't Apply "
13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Welcome!..Intelligent Machines.
Bytes of Chips.. Coded Cuisines.
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
Pageant of Program-Parade track.
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome Algorithms..can you hack?
A Special Theme.. "Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
...................
HUMANS.. "Please Don't Apply "
13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
The fake postman under the spell of your sob story
had dropped the forty-ninth letter in nine months
Envelope stained with cerise lipstick, perfumed with promises,
sealed with the saintliest of tears.
Your best ammunition had met my firewall
Shrapnels dropped like snowballs at my feet
You knew I still missed you to the bone
Turning to meet you I see the circle
I cringe like a mouse that recognized the trap
written, "We can still build our future together again"
My tenderized heart gathering its hewn
stones thrown far apart when you showed me my old aftershave
telling how you smell it to
sleep for five years
I fought tears refusing to water the old garden
of our broken love.
I can not return, Never!
Hell is heaven when it cries for lost prey
I had smelt the quicksand beneath your rosy bed
"Forgive me" I spat
Feeling for my tourniquet dripping fast
"I choose to be doomed with my decision.
I have moved on."
THE RISE OF FEMINISM
Feminism once constricted within four walls,
turning women into mere puppet dolls.
Tossed around like footballs.
Those “mighty men” standing all tall,
rejoice watching a women's downfall
Today's women hang around in malls,
sharing their happiness and sorrow with pals.
Soon came a show time for women to shine,
those chauvinists viewed it as a crime.
Women opened their small stalls,
strengthening their future with a firewall,
protecting themselves from a man's maul.
While their lives were at stake,
they realized their mistake.
Being subjected to a man's judgment,
attained their path to achievement,
which was not a piece of cake.
Women took great leaps and bounds,
stopping men from bossing around.
Men and women found common grounds.
Both striving hard to earn a pound.
Inaugurating their enterprise with a ribbon,
empowered strong independent women.
Their success stories retelling their hardship.
Battles fought aside a man's dictatorship,
cherishing this era …,
THE WORLD OF WOMEN WORSHIP!!
Hear that sound coming from your
television set
Government warning: This is not a test!
There’s no music rocking
from your radio
Only the shrill alert of an emergency signal
indicating transmission shutdown
Better put on an aluminum tin foil hat
to block out the penetrating EM waves
Unauthorized dark-net instructions
rapidly rappelling
over your cranial firewall
Audio emissions
spiking an intrusive breach
Fertile mind-control conditions,
activate the patriotic sleeper sells
Keep the pocketbook within reach
You never thought to ask
how did you get that small scar
on the side of your neck
When you went to the doctor
for a regular checkup visit
Anesthesia clouds your memory,
microchip implantation
not put on your medical history
Audio emissions
now have put someone else
in control of you
Stay on script to the program,
that’s all you can do
Can no longer block
the high-tech matrix
noise pollution coming through
Audio emissions
have made a human robot out of you
yes its confusion maybe madness
utter sadness drowning my soul
is it lust or just hope
is it a push in the wrong direction
or just cross roads
Is it because I can't call it my own
put a label on it and take it home
is because of utter loneliness
or happiness that feels me with warmth when you giggle on the phone
is it a deep cutting longing
or just cross roads
Is it the desire to get consumed in your lips
is it the devil playing mind tricks
To build a none existent firewall of passion within my soul
or just cross roads
To me its in your warm smile and that glare in your eye
That sexy voice that brings a rush to my spin
That giggle that makes the heavens open up
not the cross road made for you and i
We met by the cross roads And made them whole
one road to take to find a home
Your sweetness took me on a journey of hope
You can never be my mine and only mine
oh wait it's not us alone
Let's make love by the CROSS ROADS......
To stop a flame war
China erects defences:
The Great Firewall
I'm tired of all this hassle,
Unfriendly people, firewall.
Could it be because I quit
Having sex at all?
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