The Screen

I know that monitor is not just a device,
I know what it means to you,
It’s your social safe space,
The real world was always too bitter,
You met these souls without seeing their faces,
Side by side exploring myriad galaxies,
Across battlefields rendered in digital space,
Amicable rivalries upon podiums that never were,
They were and are real,
They are not mere pixels and handles,
They are friends,
Past and present,
And perhaps future also,
People not profiles,
Place a hand upon the screen,
You can feel their palms against yours.

Datastream

We are all data,
Little binary toys,
A horde of zeroes,
Leashed to digital space,

Simply prey to a carnivorous system,
Swimming like salmon through databases,
Pushing all of the opulence upstream,
While being picked off by bears in taxman gown,

We are just numbers to be counted,
A sticker book collection,
For some child in a highborn office,
A creature with a taste for silver spoons.

Cold Logic

Some minds only deal in binary,
Mechanical lizards piloting meat skeletons,
True or false,
These are the only options for these droids,
Logic taken to its cold conclusion,
Statistics taken a gospel,

Your heart,
Your feelings,
The colours that permeate your words,
These things produce hinderances,
Human factors are glitches,
They do not fit black and white,

To these walking computers,
There is the right solution and the unsound,
Only zeroes and ones,
There is no space for varied perceptions,
Your tears do not factor in,
To the single answer in their crosshairs.

Skybox

I gaze skyward,
Drawn by some click of great decibel,
The sky above seems unearthly,
Almost to a virtual degree,
Whizzing my eyes left and right,
My periphery scratches the side of the monitor,

It feels unreal,
Like a blanket placed by some unsung creature,
The clouds skirt around dead pixels,
It seems fake,
Birds fly backwards,
Stuck in an aerial glitch,

It all looks digital,
Like the horizon has been hacked,
Or formed in some supernal studio,
What is this?
Where am I?
Is this life all some fault in the skybox?

It liiiiiiiives!

Hello there inmates!

Remember me? I doubt it. Haha!

I’m baaaack! I’ve finally managed to get my PC going again. It was something very simple wrong with it. It just happened to take me a while to actually get round to fixing it. I did miss the blog and i was only able to check in on it from my PS3, which is a bit of a pain.

 

I have been writing while I’ve been “away”. In fact, i have a few poems ready.  I also have another Daetrolos piece. Not to mention i still need to get round to writing my response to  a Liebster award nomination too! Busy times ahead!

So yes, I’m finally back! I’ll hopefully get back to my usual posting self in the next day or two. Unless the PC decides to die again. I really shouldn’t joke about that…

Have a very crazy day inmates!

Failed by technology once more!

Greetings inmates.

Regrettably i have a little bit of bad news today. It appears that my computer has decided it doesn’t want to work right now. In fact, i’m writing this right now on my break at work. I’m reasonably sure i know what the problem is, but it may take a few days for me to actually sort it out. I’m missing a specific CD that i need. At least, i think i am. The PC is refusing to play along! The dirty oaf that it is!

 

So yes, basically my posts are going to be few and far between for the next week it appears. Sorry about that! At least i’ll be able to get more material ready to post by then eh?

Have a very crazy day!