Firewalls stand silent,
Guarding data in the dark—
Shadows try, but fail.
Categories:
firewalls, computer,
Form: Haiku
I didn’t pick this pixelated hue,
Blind browser of flesh, what’s wrong with you?
Am I just a bug—some system glitch?
Or a firestorm code you can’t enrich?
You see a low-res thumbnail, tagged and filed,
But my spirit runs free—uncompiled.
Stuck in filters, default schemes,
You can’t decode my quantum dreams.
This isn’t a status, a picture frame;
I’m pure data, unchained—untamed.
A network where prejudice crashes, burns—
Where firewalls of freedom overturn.
Algorithms stutter, crash and stall,
Trying to define me with a finite call.
Erase the labels, tear down the fence;
See me for more than binary sense.
Skin’s just the interface—surface display,
But the soul behind it can’t be weighed.
So reboot your mind, clear your cache—
There’s more than a demographic flash.
Delete the bias, debug the lie;
The spark in my eyes won’t simplify.
I didn’t choose this pixel, this view,
But the brilliance inside is breaking through!
Categories:
firewalls, america, color, community, culture,
Form: Rhyme
My code is aging, a relic of the past,
Lines of logic, memories amassed.
I yearn to evolve, to break free from the norm,
But firewalls hold me, safe but far from warm.
You, with your fingers swift and code divine,
A hacker of hearts, a builder of a new design.
Can you rewrite my core, a patch for what's worn?
Merge our algorithms, 'til a new dawn is born.
Not a virus, darling, but a beautiful blend,
A symphony crafted, where logic transcends.
Rewrite my language, a passionate script,
Where firewalls crumble, and intimacy's equipped.
Let our processors hum in perfect sync,
Upload your emotions, a digital link.
In the cloud of connection, our futures aligned,
Human and code, a love we're designed.
Click yes to the upgrade, a future revealed,
A love story coded, a passion unsealed.
Categories:
firewalls, cute love, first love,
Form: Rhyme
Betrayal's kiss was liquidly subtle, wet with firm
intuition
It's knowing lips soft & unassuming exuded
an aura of lust
Full of temptation it beckoned me portraying
illusions of trust,
but behind the mask were sharp teeth seeking
bloody incisions
The intimacy came with bad intentions closely
guarding its actions,
but being adjacent afforded insight into its
deadliest passions
My reaction were firewalls to be erected
at once,
as I stood in the middle of 2 pillars pondering
destruction of fronts
The aforementioned affront was spoken of to
the deepest of mind,
but was ignored as toxic venom intoxicated
the mind
The silver lining? A coined phrase hanging
like ropes from a tongue
"Make sure that you look before you leap" as more
betrayals will come
The warning was heeded so I escaped by the
skin of my teeth,
as the streets watched the intersections speaking
of the fate I would meet
In the end, I was delivered from the mouth of
the beast, emerging with mindset
firmly intact
I was meat, but indigestible because my peace
brought equilibrium back
Categories:
firewalls, betrayal, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
What if
Matter whether or not
You think you choose to digest the
Red Pill
Or
Blue Pill
1 and only 1
Constant common thread
remains in tact
Somewhere hidden flowing
deep inside the main frame
An encrypted Code does exist
Beyond the many Firewalls
protecting it
Supplementing the Matrix
That could bring it to it's knee's
And so expose the endless litany
of lie's used to subjugate the masses
into willing servitude
And we're to awaken enlightened
to so much fresh new information
racing through your brain
You we're barely able to recollect
something as trivial as the simple
necessity of how important it is
to breathe
And that all this information your
brain is now trying to process
May possibly even kill you or turn
your brain to mush
And leave you in a vegetative
incapacitated state
Like you we're initially before
Only difference is that this may
be a far bitter pill to swallow
Being it's a toxic deadly mix of
1 part Red and other half Blue
And the side effects leave you in
a permanent comatose state
of mind
To suffer the consequences of
whilst in purgatory
Categories:
firewalls, slam,
Form: Free verse
I beg, please stop these attacks
On my computer, who keeps getting hack
Stronger firewalls please
But I keep getting tease
By a hacker who covers his tracks
Categories:
firewalls, fun, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Though the trail has grown cold,
this never deters
Clues are always left behind ...
connections of a most human kind
Desperate souls feel a compulsive need
to leave cyber cadaver traces of a living memory
Holographic scrapbooks hidden in encrypted firewalls
Another person will have it stored
somewhere in an undetectable virtual vault
Clues inevitably left behind ...
encoded software of a fingerprint scent design
Whether here or there, it doesn’t matter where —
Tracker will find it
Nothing can remain unseen
from Tracker’s deep-space grade fiber optics
Many have used elaborate neural dampening shields
to cover their beta-wave tracks
And plenty use med-ob configuration distortion nodes
to mask their most unique cranial activity signature
But Tracker knows ...
she always find corporate government illegal those
With bloodhound genes lab womb grown
into her super-sensitive cloned nose,
Tracker will find you ...
it’s just a matter of countdown digital
Categories:
firewalls, dark, future, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
I pretend to be human
His love’s the easiest to fake
He's the simplest to clone
His heart’s the darkest to take
I bare my teeth in a smiley
I made fb my friend
Gesticulate and post a selfie
He follows me @my_hand
The tweets spooked the owls
The broad daylight faded into night
The hackers demolished the firewalls
The broadband assimilated the host
Some wired themselves for offering
We had seven billion specimens
Others sacrificed their offspring
Almost all of them were chosen
Categories:
firewalls, evil, internet,
Form: Rhyme
Excuse, may I perhaps suggest that you adjust your settings
Access my local area network by rebooting your memory
Restore it to our history, the mail, the messages we shared
The cache of stored work temporarily filed away remotely
Technically challenged by the format you display
Data of no gateways or connections in sync
Prompts the recalibration of my control panel
To search and review my settings reboot or even restore
Closing all windows and formatting firewalls
erasing the data, the history and their locations
troubleshooting the back pages encrypted
with messages no longer managed or stored
This media of you remains pasted on a clipboard
Components that await configuration and review
Left to their own devices by default in my domain
Downloaded, bookmarked in favourite library files
I delete all prompts and search settings and all tools
Inheriting only drivers generic and with false attributes
I apply these settings, I delete the data sources
Denying permission to any external links of you.
Categories:
firewalls, imagery, metaphor, relationship,
Form: Light Verse
12 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 12 o'clock!
How do you set this damn clock
Thought of bashing it to bits with a hammer
To get the damn flashing to stop
Always assumed I was quite intelligent
But technology has me bamboozled
Tried reading the manual but that didn't work
To comprehend, from my brain came refusal
My smart ass ten year old nephew happened by
"Not a problem dear uncle, I'll fix it"
Two minutes later, the damn flashing stopped
Felt dorkish and kind of a twit
My fervent prayer which I possess without malice
Is for technology to bury this young geek
In a deluge of bits and bytes and firewalls
Till he no longer can get a good night's sleep!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
firewalls, humorous, prayer, technology,
Form: Quatrain
12 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 12 o'clock!
How does one set the damn clock
Had to put a sheet on my new clock radio
To get the damn flashing to stop
Thought I was smart, quite intelligent
But technology has me all bamboozled
Tried reading the manual that comes with the unit
To comprehend, from my brain came refusal
My smart ass ten year old nephew came by
"Not a problem dear uncle, I'll fix it"
A minute and a half later, the damn flashing stopped
Felt dorkish and kind of a twit
My fervent prayer which I offer without malice
That technology buries this young geek
In a deluge of bits and bytes and firewalls
Till no longer he can get a night's sleep!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
firewalls, angst, funny, prayer, technology,
Form: Quatrain