Long Motherboard Poems
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“That’s just the way you’re wired”
Sure some settings are predetermined out of the box
But most adapt over time to the environment
Growing up we all adjust to the situation to survive
To try to get our needs met and gain connection
In order to not short circuit
Same wiring extends to adulthood if you let it
Easy to justify “that’s just the way I am”
Using childhood strategies to cope with adult issues
Until your wires cross
The system crashes
You no longer wish to operate this way
Time for a diagnostic check up
Begin by analyzing your internal schematics
Must understand mechanics behind your motherboard
Investigate ingrained patterns of behaviors
Be gentle when digging into deep rooted tendencies
The process will be pain staking
But the payoff will be worth it
You may realize it’s not all hard coded
Don’t have to port over old programming
You can override the system
Have the ability to rewrite your code
It’s ok to shed outdated strategies
Create a test environment to establish new connections
Tip toe along with trial and error to see what works
You have agency to decide how to live your life
Compared to only relying on your old “wiring”
Time for an upgrade
The world is waiting for your Version 2.0
Be the clown,go on, turn the world upside down.
Be the one, who never thinks deeply or on humanity frowns.
Be above it all, hide your heart all you can.
You, who are so superior to the feelings of the family of man.
Be strong, grind your teeth.
Hide from the fact that one day,you, too,will be under ground with a wreath.
Be sure to hide your genuine feelings!
If open, the crowd, or those you love most, will avoid you or send you reeling.
We whine about personal, irrelavent illnesses to the sky!
It's the thing to do, I don't get here thrill of it, should I?
The world is crushing me, is all I do know.
A planet filled with fear, as our hair turns the color of snow.
A life filled with living on devices, is, utterinsanity.
Where there are no voices.
Just a motherboard of humanity.
Deep love is heard like the crashing of windows.
Turn the other way from the heart of man, that is where
tenderness blows?
There are those with hearts as warm as a fireplace.
Gather round them soon, they are the remnants of the human race.
6/30/2021
I’m a string of byte notations
From your CPU
Calculating information
In a blink of an eye, for you
I pull in at the station
On your motherboard
To catch a system bus
CAD, is what it’s called
There's three routes I can take
Control, address or data
Depending on the freight
It arrives a nano later
Two more important parts
On this PC station
Are the (GPU), graphics card
And memory modulation
The RAM is where I store
Temporary numeral data
To complete a task for sure
For you sometime later
The graphics processor unit
Is the place of acceleration
Sending pictures to your screen
In 3D Animation
There’s a special kind of storage place
Which is called, a hard drive
Keeping window’s very safe
Where your programmes hide inside
Now, I can make a programme
But that’s different thing
If you want to learn the basics
Just type a simple string
For those that don’t yet understand
I use a binary code
From the central processor
I then take it and load
So next time you turn me on
Just think and be-aware
I work a lot, like you my friend
And I’m here to store and share
© Copyright 19th August 2013
K.C.Leake
Long saps, slow puncturing or massive drinking
the person within is lifted high above the one without
landing on a shared state of the present and the non existent
as feelings are wrapped into one ball of excitement.
Consciousness then tamed by this joke.
Morals may even find solace to get company
from sincerity and inspiration.
Searching an unknown part of the sufferer and tapping from its crude
but it’s also a risky venture to give inner demons a bad call.
A wake from oblivion,
the eyes are cleaned by truth’s water
to realize this acute satisfaction
is just a microchip in a motherboard of sorrows.
What is taken with two fingers has taken control of the body’s entirety.
Care from loved ones is discarded
to accept mishandling from substances of cruelty
but what aches the most
is the result of a bright future
which is now covered in a masquerade costume.
Oh child! Rise from this terrible fall
or else one more soul will be registered missing.