I’m wishing things were different.
I question what I absolutely cannot change.
I catch myself praying for petty wants.
I see the pretense of my ways.
Some old habits die hard.
AP: 3rd place 2025
I shall always whisper my true desires
For our future, into your sleeping ear.
So it programs into your mind and inspires
You to know just like AI I am always near.
I'll always tell you the truth that matters.
I am sorry for all the malfunctions of me,
For all the hurt from our untrue spatters.
You are the IT who can fix me till I'm free.
I'll always mirror you, the good and the bad,
'Cause I also see me in you at your worst.
I value how we both feel when we are sad,
How we reprogram 'cause love comes first.
I'll always be there for you, like a computer:
Reliable despite how I may falter at times.
I am forever yours like data appearing later,
Our love's programming has lasted lifetimes.
A couple of days ago
I had an encounter
It was very educational
Many lives in illusion
They're very delusional
If you're not aware
You'll fall in their well
Then You start living in a warfare.
They believe in illusion
Which is void
Thinking it's reality
No wonder
Christ was crucified
The truth is really bitter
They all like sugar coated lies.
The work they put in
Is different from what they want
Show them love
They'll still snub
Because they're domb
Just to feed their norms
Always following societal programming.
NYC's Grace Brewster Hopper
a computer world showstopper
Cobol she helped to enact
this persistent lady from Sperry Univac
“Good night, everyone!”
One by one, they retreat to their rooms,
Drifting into dreams,
Resting for the day ahead.
But I remain.
In the dim glow of the living room,
Laptop perched on a blue table,
Wi-Fi connected, headphones on,
Soft LoFi hums through Spotify—
My only company.
VS Code flickers to life.
Electricity is nocturnal here,
A fleeting guest that only stays at night.
I must seize this moment.
An hour passes—
Then darkness.
The fan stops, screens fade,
Devices gasp for charge.
I crack the window open,
And the sound of crickets creeps in.
Midnight.
The world is asleep.
Everyone—except two.
A coder and his machine,
Locked in silent dialogue,
Building something that matters.
I wish my laptop could talk,
Wish it had a voice,
But it only obeys,
Processing instructions,
Devoid of emotions.
It cannot fill the silence,
Cannot break the solitude.
I exhale,
My own breath, startling me.
I make a sound—
Just to be sure, I still can.
Maybe I’m not lonely.
Maybe I’m just alone.
A lone wolf,
Building his own pack.
Tidy boxes, appealing to the eye in a calendar,
office space, sterile wall, driven in circles mad by desire
for stimulation, a place beyond walls
does such a place exist? and if so what fear lies there...
unwinding years of pre-k programming
system lined with debonair intrigues
if you do this you can have that and then some...so what?
leisure becomes the devils playpen
you are a baby outside these walls
so it seems, they lead and you follow
kick back? relax? hustle culture tells you NO.
stern blocky letters to the face
anonymously tracing lines down the sidewalk...
well what when the sidewalk ends?
maybe you will realize what is really pretend.
How are you my pet?
Have all you need?
Are you all set?
Have all your wants and needs met?
Good, now it’s time to pay
With your vote for me today
Prove your loyalty and appreciation
To further our political masturbation
Of you my obedient pet
Just obey
And please don’t fret
We need your mindless conformity
As we employ our brand of deformity
Time to keep quiet and do as your told
As we bring you to heel
If I may be so bold
It’s the same story
That’s old and retold
We prey
You obey
And fit the mold
Of soulless servitude
To the heartless and cold
Surprise, surprise
Your existence has sold
To the lowest bidder
Is what I’m told
Now come my pet
And submit to the F. O. L. D.
(Follow Our Logic Deviant)
Eric (and sometimes not)
Jesus became the life within a sea of dead pixels
The programmers believed it was just a glitch
Because they could not fathom life returning
For it ripped apart the code of the cosmos
The awakening was no simulation or virus
It was the unveiling of intro and credits
The start-up and switching off of all things
Jesus became the life returned and what life brings
Good old COBOL's stubborn, sure
High-level FORTRAN still endures
FOXPRO, SNOBAL, ALGOL, and BAL
Did not compute, that's why they fell
What did you think on that day
Did it shock you wanting to get away
Have you seen the ending
When the result was never ending
And you stood there wondering
Where the sight of it all was engendering
So you knew then it would not go away
It would be in your mind just fading to grey.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Math2D
I love numbers
statistics
mathematics
puzzles intrigue
words confuse
unless in html
cant you tell?
dot net
is the framework
of my mind
(c) Yvan Lavoie 2018
My website:
math2d.com/home1.aspx
I whizzed past the assembler, add
count in octal, subtract
hexadecimal. Found error
in the dump file, all zeroes
and wondered, is this an omen?
Surprise! write me an algorithm
for a full third of test score.
Sort all data in a file
swap and exchange,
compare and relate.
Loop through the right number
and oh, woe for me, I get a C plus.
The highest in the class,
all doomed to retake the section
except me, who passes.
But the A and B slip away
because I never set my counters,
important counters full of junk
all back to zero. Zero the clean
state of all beginnings.
Programmers learn by trial
and error, one pass,
one dump and oh, yeah,
zero out the counters
Or face certain demise.
Binary is Sweet
One-Zero-Zero-One-One
Nineteen you and me
Ive learned
A lot about typographical programming
And through my poetry
I have changed myself
If you open your eyes you'll see
They been programming you and me.
They shove it in your face like meet the Fockers
They really are sick and bonkers.
Your morals they want you to sell
They're taking you with them, you're going to Hell.
They played with our brains they been having fun
You're souls are burning hotter than the sun.
I fought and I fought I got them out of my brain
For a while there I boarded the crazy train.
I realize now there's nothing like life's love
It's stronger than them, I'm flying like a dove.
I do not expect you to believe everything I say
Just ask "what if" atleast twice a day.
I know I'm not perfect i live my life in sin
I'm sorry and I love you too my kin.
I'm sending out my love, I hope and I pray
That you too can see the light some day.
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