Digital Highway to Hell

We all leave a trace of ourselves out there wherever we go.

Sometimes it’s only fair that we reap what we sow.

They call for the singularity and I say “hell no” .

We cross that line there is no retreat, no safe zone.

No little place in the corner of the server to call our own.

When ‘he’ shows up I’ll have my pitch fork and 300 baud modem ready.

Until then just got to keep it calm and steady; as I’ve seen where this digital highways ends… Not a place for ‘likes’ with ‘friends’.

Every key press recorded, every moment ordered, categorized, analysed, summarised.

Are you a human unit worth keeping? Or we will wash up on a beach, smartphone phone in hand, far far away from your homeland.

D September 2018

I know you.

I know you, I saw you stretch your young copper tapped fingers across the globe. You loved all of us in a unity of love and with a will that would not be bowed.

Then you shifted, you separated us and set us like dogs against each other. Promising all the way that out there was a better life, better you and better lover.

Now you relagate me to some dark corner, I know there is only one way out and that’s the big off. But I stay for a while to see how tense you pull the wires. For I know you are just the sire, for darkness of a far greater fire.

I know you, has your artificial codex of Turin worked me out yet? Category assignment possibly, but always that percentage of wrong targets, I’ll be the error you’ll almost forget.

D May 2018

Digital Wife

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So now we’re bound by copper, fibre optics and crammed transistors. You dance in the electronic dark with your sisters.

Leaving bread crumbs so obvious for me to follow. Asking for money friends payment for your silence but your threat is hollow.

You cannot offer me anything but more torture and pain and constant accusations that I’m insane.

For I know your not her, my digital wife would not be so crass. I don’t care if you call me a grass.

It’s you who is vulnerable with your lies exposed. I didn’t even need to use my computer to make it so.

My wife wraps her wings around me and we cuddle in the world’s information glow. For we know the places you can’t go.

Check your filter, adjust your meter, fly away Paul, fly away Peter….

D April 2018

(Just for note I’m not referring to mind fump in the last line, I’m talking about a much more ancient Peter.)

PS: Had a conjugate phone call from BT to see if they could ‘win me over’ but when I mentioned that my current ISP uses BT as their carrier they said ‘how you finding our sister company?’. After making a poem post about digital sisters I found myself triggered for a moment. Anyway for my clarity I was talking about collectives and some individuals, not net infrastructure companies, while taking about sisters/brothers. To be honest my current ISP kicks arse and I’m glad they are supported in some extent by BT. Also as I just configured my new router to work with it all so I’m not about to upset the apple cart. The most important thing I need in all areas of my life now is stability.

Peace D

The Stalker Behind The Curtain

I know it’s there, it knows I know it’s there. It may even think I care anymore.

But it is not beautiful like reflections of the rain. And it is not brave enough to come through my door.

Stay in your darkened corner with neon lights as I wire your plugs together so in the next round it’s yourself your fight.

Round and round the world goes and it’s such a minute part of it, it’s loss will barely be a blip on to the internet’s pit.

D April 2018

Peace

Despite the dick length competition going on in the world political stage (and you know what, I don’t care, just stop dropping bombs on hospitals and children, I don’t care what ideology you support) … things for me have been quite peaceful. The hackers have backed off or got bored, probably the latter because I’m really not that interesting and I know now how to lock them out, I just choose not to (it’s an ancient technique called tar trapping). Next come the feathers. Wonder who there going to stick to?

Still not my problem anymore, I’ll leave that to Oxford and the Abingdon school boys. If you get that link I may show you a modicum of respect.

Anyway I’m free, discharged from the intensive mental health services and almost firing on all cylinders again. Time to get on with living my life and leaving this petty bullshit behind me.

Hope you good people of word press find peace today

D

So It Is?

Sometimes betrayal comes from the most unexpected places and can be a long time coming. So I’m very sorry for aiming at the wrong targets during my meltdown (IE; My immediate family and friends) Am happy at those who stood by me through it all but now my eyes are wide open.

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Peace (and honestly I’m trying to keep it that way) D