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Meg was the name of my girlfriend
and gig was a job for the nights
now they all mean different things
and that really mega bytes
An application was for employment
a program was a TV show
a cursor used profanity
a keyboard was a piano
Memory was something that you lost with age
a cd was a bank account
and if you had a 3 1/2" floppy
you hoped nobody found out
Compress was something you did to the garbage
not something you did to a file
and if you unzipped anything in public
you'd be in jail for a while
Log on was adding wood to the fire
hard drive was a long trip on the road
a mouse pad was where a mouse lived
and a backup happened to your commode
Cut you did with a pocket knife
paste you did with glue
a web was a spider's home
and a virus was the flu
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
but when it happens they wish they were dead !!! -ANONYMOUS

TRANSITONS

Confusion and delusion screams from an eroded place,

Sprays of wisdom liven my private space,

Dragged back from the shore by the sea waves,

Into the deep sea for days.

I fall back upon my bare back uncluttered,

Listen to chants of those who believe in cosmic settlers,

I float on brisks of scented perfumes in the mist,

I drown in the puddle thoughts not on my list.

I ride the wind and find the meaning,

throw it around wait to bounce and regurgitate,

Inhale exhale, deceive device and portray my self,

Single and alone behind the stone hurried to hell.

Climbing up my ladder, I reach a roof,

High as the mounts of abyss,

As I skyward proceed, my ambition rises,

Grasp for air, and lose my spirit breath .

Silence,

Silence,

faint vibrations,

Hissing wind,

Gentle breeze,

Clear sky,

Distant rain.

I run through, fall through,

I wake to a beat, then two,

All that was, has now become old.

MENtal comforts and intolerance

Mr. Mosquito! You are so wonderful,

you can do wonders and do it so while you wander,

Beneath the dark shades and tangled laces,

around the spaces and grass full terraces,

Oh! you can inflict a wound and inflict it so delicately,

So effective and so mortifying,

Yet so seem to be bring no mental discomfort.

Many who see you do not judge you,

They would just choose not to let you,

They spray clouds over your hovering space,

Loot you over and over again.

But you come!

Like a guerrilla, silent acapella,

You will not let her,

Sleep beneath her shelter,

Taking the weakest and the mightiest.

What could be more wonderful than your wings,

flapping with freedom and speed.

I remember, now when I was well,

You came and came so deceitfully,

You wretched my being and my liver,

You made me shiver,

I hated you and I do now so ever,

Well I will not tolerate you never,

Your sisters will perish in this weather,

Guided by my voice of intolerance.

Faint laughter, smirks there after,

Silence returns, tables turned,

we sleep in our minds,

finding voids of discomfort,

waiting for how long,

should we tolerate this strong,

Force of nature,

till we chance upon,

rival so weak, that our minds,

Only took a week,

To be washed of reason.

Three lesbians

Followed the Devil in disguise,

a shrude and proud beacon of surprise,

Like a leaf covered by rust,

Picked up and thrown to dust,

Floating across many blades,

That devoid the suns rays,

They landed in front of tomb,

Only to find they were doomed.

What is the point of searching so long?

bending so low, and stretching the same song,

One found herself in the edge of a dagger,

Another just stayed all night and swaggered,

The other just shaved her head over again,

While the rest gave way for a similar fate,

Only one questioned their methods and looked grim.

She joined a club of two centuries,

begged for a place in the obituaries,

Even danced for seven deities,

She never was happy in cities,

She went to the mountains and people took pity,

Of what she had become, this boiled her pretty,

So she lost her mind, lost her time,

Now old and frail and not even worth a dime,

her flesh was now next to grime.

So we grew old and listened to stories time to time,

Same life, same wife and same knife,

same faces, short paces and longer laces,

No one understood, a few did what they could,

We danced and sang and plundered around.

The arguement

it may be about life,
it may be about strife,
It may be about a knife,
It may even be about your wife.
The reason is clear,
Its simple and dear,
you love your country,
You hate your neighbour's spear.
But you don't see your eyes are blind,
you are run by pigs who have no spine,
You stand developed by ages of crime,
You fight for days without wasting time.
YOur mind is bleak and senses speak,
Of a chance to strengthen the meek,
When will that day come,
where all stand and share a place,
Not be out looking for a street.

Anonymous

Who should care if I was anonymous?

If i was batman, then even the jokers will be after me

If I was superman then kryptonite will keep me from being free,

but if I was anonymous not mysterious, no one would see.

I could tell stories and get acceptance centuries later,

Walk among fellow men who just are just like craters,

I could feel accepted as a vigilante and solve matters,

Come home and beat my wife and grow fatter.

If I was anonymous, my eyes would be many,

I would be one with the ones see a felony,

And call it their right to be keepers of many,

Later I could fall in the same pool for which was dug by me,

No one would know I was dirty, because it was done anonymously.

Space

my words don't mean anything,

infact they mean nothing,

slowly they would have just faded,

only if you wouldn't have added.

All that has been said,

Has been done and dead,

Season after season arives,

Only stories unreal survive.

Figure the passion of the of the sayer,

the master story teller,

telling of all thats been done,

Of ages and of a sum.

I often why wonder,

If I were and the hour,

by time we calculate,

though I had much as you spake.

Did I live my days till some,

Dearthly wild adventure sun?

Or did I pass my self without,

A second of to think and shout.

Or is the the life we lead,

Not worthy of stops and beats,

When all we ever need,

Is two meals a day to eat.

Hey watch for the silence,

It can over whelm your days till end,

send you to hell or may be to heaven,

Wherever you wish to attend.

Why will I run around,

When all come back in a merry go round,

Sadness fill the sand,

Which sucks it to never come to hand.

Only, you will matter in the end,

Till leaves dry and bridges bend,

Till rivers change and oceans wave,

Your smile will last the age.