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Think Love When You Think God

He knows our every thought and he truly cares.
Our Creator and God love us and he is there!
He never forces himself upon me or you.
He gave us freewill and allows us to choose.
Sure he could force us all to do things his way.
But then were just robots, doing whatever He say.
Think about a parent, programming your child to just do.
Whenever or whatever you commanded them to.
If they said "I love you!" How would it feel?
Most would question whether it's false or was real.
We are made in God's image, he has feelings like me and you.
He cares what happens to us or what we all go through.
Unlike us His love is perfect, he will not turn us away.
No matter what we've done, or what we may say.
He knows our imperfection that's do to the curse.
It's in Genesis chapter 3, 14-17 are the verse.
God is beyond comprehension of any human mind.
We can understand forgiveness no matter the crime.
Mercy without boundaries is offered to me and you.
Backed with a promise to be there with whatever we go through.
From it's beginning to it's end, the Bible shows that God cares.
When we finally close our eyes. He will be waiting for us there.
Form: Rhyme


Aftermath

The cold morning air kisses my fingertips 
                  with incognito apology.
        A wraith swimming among ghost town 
     touching base to find reason
for the days the Universe changed.

       The elements scuttle to find their new place. 
  The people lament and seek sanity in mirrors face.

                   A half removed remorse- caught within 
                  digital distranslation of binary- 
                   binding to an alien language 
      abetting at the core.
In the setting up of stages in a New ?? disOrder.

                 A requiem sequim seeking 
    also the dew of entangled remorse :code:
      a+(be)="e"(shared)  ::PROGRAMMING::

                              EXE.Levermore?
Form: Rhyme

The Forbidden Metaverses

Questions that can't be Answered 
vs Answers that can't be Questioned. 
It is not up to you to choose.
Which side of self is the 
darkside of the room?
PRC-13, Theta Bravo.
Ideas Satellite-, a skull shaped moon.

Light, is it beaming? 
Do you choose for yourself, sensitivity. 
Scheming.
Relativity.
Double dealing.
Do you choose them, to live your
conscience for you? 

Over sunsets cover, lies are lies, 
but all one truth. 
Starblind.
Starstruck.
Eyes are eyes, but the World sees better than you. 
Especially we, visionaries-true.
Here is our wisdom.
Do not pre-judge "the lost", 
they deserve a future-with our protections too. 
Although, 
it would be interesting to know, 
"how does silence come by you?"
Is it the relaxing, kind?
Peaceful, isn't it.
A one way transmission is how 
refection can work, like a mirror, image, 
of the Beast, in you.

As for the suggestion box contributors, YELPing.
We do not need programming suggestions.
You need ours in double helping.
Just sit down and STFU.

You are now a Terrorist,
held for questioning.

Premium Member The Companions

The Tv is my constant companion and so
is my CD Player.
I view pre-recorded programs.
Find new programming to watch.
Change between certain channels.
Get caught up in Love-Hate 
sequences.  Comedy - Laughter too.
Rarely watch Sci-fi.  Watch the days
events - news.  Compare actual events 
with TV programs.  What is reality and
what is fiction? Is there a line between
them?

Then, I listen to my CD-player.  Music
I love to hear. Does it sound the same 
as my TV?  Can TV make the same
sound between what I see and what
I hear? And, what I imagine I hear and see?

Both are entertaining.
Which one do I love more?
Which one is the better choice?
Which one calms me most?
Which has more to offer?

Can I choose between them?
It's like choosing between two 
best friends. Both have good
and bad qualities, yet I
can't distinguish between them
for I love them both.

Why separate them?
Enjoy each for their own sake.
Enjoy each for my sake.
For they are my companions you see.

Puppets on Strings

Millions of tiny lights,

Sparking intentions.

Exposing dimensions,

Inside my mind.

Leading me to find,

It's complex design.

Millions of pathways,

Patterns and programming,

Stay Running alone.

Hidden beneath Linear Time,

A guideline that wasn't mine.

Like a puppet on strings,

I keep going for things.

Reaching out for something,

I know i Don't need.

Grabbing for a piece,

Holding onto nothing.

Running,

Toward distractions,

My Unconscious reaction.

Why does this happen,

It's Time to take action.

Where does it all begin?

Lights by the millions,

Start digging in,

Traveling,

Unraveling the Chord.

Interrupting the Discord,

Cutting the Strings,

A puppet no more,

I restore the connection,

Section by section.
Form: Rhyme


Remember Remain Calm Collected and Cool

Remember...Remain Calm, Collected, And Cool...
Matthew Scott Harris...ARG

This, a near imp
     possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
     Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
     to experience tidal waves of high
anxiety, which besieged this fie
foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,

who might need buy
another laptop, yet my
anorexic checking account
     on life support, no lie
could not afford, (to sigh
phone even one red cent,
     all because ordinary healthy
     electrons deployed aye

did NOT see usual expected
     predictable apple luck
     quiche hun activity via my
left and right eye,
yours truly did not espy
usual kickstarting linkedin magic after
     preliminary electronic setup
     unexpectedly failed to start -

     no idea why
unbeknownst tummy, what
     ghost in the machine didst defy
programming code of honor,
     whereby pixel display
     unexpectedly exhibited "abnormal"
computer behavior -
     like a turncoat ally

meaning one hoop wrest
     illegally start button signaling
     subatomic warfare unleashing - guy
did missiles as taught
     during routine training
     to turn bot tin down stevedores
     loose on the Jobs (dan-g) rather, I
watched slack jawed,

     as that very singularly narrow
     vertical lined band width
(analogous to a medium black
     sabbath tipped magic marker)
     did NOT display
     prestidigitation instantaneous flash
     demarcating binary DMZ
     (demon mailer zone,

     viz dividing screen in half, -
     versus top to bottom array), qua
     incomplete automatic
     initialization stopped
     partway thru automatic preparation,
     after which cryptic
     error message appeared,
     which malfunction found me

     bursting with damned tears,
     and ready to cry,
(which gush of tear
     rivalled Hurricane Florence),
     cuz mechanical and/or
     application so much

     of my creative
     write minded person
     (reed literary) self choked life vie
ability to live, thus the only alternative
...insane asylum to apply!
--------------------------------
SPOILER ALERT...
postscript: after some fluke brought
desk top in view, the quick thinking
chap attached an external drive to a
USB port, and thus breathed easier
knowing a backup got made.

Breach of Confidentiality Induces Asphyxiation Part Uno

Suffocation experienced analogous
to absent echocardiogram
or electroencephalogram blip
(Derek Chauvin - he of
George Floyd infamy) iron maiden grip
linkedin with psyche subjected
to laceration courtesy cruel horse whip
mine inexcusable 
(albeit clueless faux pas)
family members living social in Bend, Oregon
and Oakland, California did yip
private information across cyberspace did zip.

Apology (ex post facto)
extended regarding about
mine guilt ridden conscience
programming mental state
think sufferable infinite
jesting Möbius strip
casting dark shadow of doubt
looping along outer limits
of twilight zone
futilely shucking off
emotional tailspin (kamikaze) fallout
impossible mission
unable to muzzle or thwart lout

who poetically blurts out
simian old routine programmed
erroneously heavily incorrectly
peppers entire Hollerith
or IBM punched cards
yielding botched defenseless redoubt,
when Yankee doodles dandy
teapot short and stout
convection currents trigger
whistle Dixie when liquid piping hot
a microcosm concerning plate tectonics
across webbed wide world
yielding necessary oomph
to migrating trout.

Absent awareness
flourished amidst ignorance
sixty plus shades of gray matter
hotly doth smolder and burn
unbeknownst rancor did furiously churn
when yours truly divulged
he made aborted attempt
to couch his genuine
paternal care and concern
lack of discrimination
and judgment I did not
(honest to dog) recognize nor discern.

Understandable blameworthy
grievance against me,
not granted app parent permission
thus culpability I obediently yield
words that sparked hurt
now utilized to wield
heft to communicate authentic love
(cryptically coded)
and hermetically sealed
hopefully in due time
mine discretion well healed.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member You Filled Me Up

Politics, aerobics, arithmetic;
All of this commuted reconvicts;
Genocide, homicides, what's in it for all you guys;
Run and hide, ,, alibi
Just confided, must be nine
No it is, it's mine
Denomination must be graven;
Religion religious programming;
Regional back firing;
All of this I desire;
Comfort right, can you give me time;
Lord, I've had it up the here;
I've been empty, want to be filled;
So go on. . .
You filled me up;
you brought me out;
you placed your love in me;
you filled me up
and placed your saving grace inside of me;


Unemployed, no unions;
Mothers fighting daughters over their delusions;
Father's no longer here;
Sons no longer fear;
Where is the rest;
The rest is in
Where is the best
The best is here;
Standing on the streets at night so out of sight;
Grown up too soon can't rely on anyone, anything, anyway what's right?
I'm running out of steam grown up to soon;
Still don't believe man went to the moon;
All of this I desire, Lord;
Comfort ride can you give me time;
I'm on the line bout' to fall;
come fill me up again, Lord. . .
so go on
and fill me up
and bring me out
and place your love in me
continue to fill me up
and place your grace in me

written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2012
from anthology "There's Praise In song" (c)2012
Sept 25 2012

A Programmer's Ride

Welcome to twenty twenty
Where digital illiteracy is illiteracy

Cash and coins encoded binary
Banks and schools running on scripts

Hidden behind the telescreens
is Alice the programmer;

her fingers as QUIC as the data stream
as she races the ARMed processor;

together, they control the world unseen.

Over the LAN cables, 
steps in her partner,
he said hey Alice!
want some coffee later?

Tired, she smiles
as she sips the warm foam
from the cappuccino
and pushes her chair up

Down her bloodstream goes the caffeinated sugar
Neurons fire up faster than optic fibre

"I got it!" she screams
and spits out lines of code 
onto the flashing screen

Hands shaking, she hit ENTER
murmurs flooded
over her shoulder

"YES! DAMN!"
they all got off their chairs
as the new commit flies
across the data center

Alice sits down
with a glass of champagne
trying to init shutdown
on her hypervising brain
as the algorithmic memories regress
on just another day.


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QUIC: The new HTTP/3 protocol developed by Google and IETF (internet engineering task force). Used by sites like Youtube to stream data QUICkly

ARM: Advanced RISC Machine, the CPU architecture that runs on our mobile phones, routers, embedded devices and even the new Mac book 

LAN: Local Area Network

Hypervising: a hypervisor is the software that controls multiple Virtual Machines inside a computer
© Hidden Tan  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Hurting

I'm hurting inside,
My feelings are fried,
I've tried and tried,
Now I'm terrified.
I cried so many times,
Lied about my own crimes,
Hiding them in rhymes.
Priming my abilities,
To see through fallacies.
A disease I didn't ask for,
Yet my consent brings more.
It's been such a chore,
I don't want it anymore,
I'm poor and my body's sore,
They fed my core with lies,
My food is poisoned by dyes,
Pesticides decide the fate,
Of the vegetables I ate.
Feeding our vision full of hate,
Now no one wants to participate.
Trained straight through a TV,
They were programming me.
Making me think I was happy,
Now my body feels crappy,
I'm sappy and tired,
My system mis wired.
I fired the chiefs,
They were more like a thief,
Steeling your belief,
A false sense of relief,
Feeding us all grief,
Leaving us all hurting inside.
Form: Rhyme

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