Those Whacked Who Hack Behind Your Back!
Whacked out hackers,
Make attempts to uncover...
The origins of true facts.
Do their best to tap and seize,
Information from unprotected PC's.
Probing with a secrecy...
Into the privacy of those believing,
Their computers are free...
From the spying eyes,
Of those who sneak.
And electronically pry!
Wizards and geeks...
With a knowledge to peep.
Can do this easily...
To anyone they seek,
Unsuspecting and unaware...
Their personal affairs,
May be used against them...
Anytime, anyplace and anywhere.
Stopping this can be done and quick.
With an anti-virus picked to eliminate this.
To do it all one has to do...
Is press the 'start' button then locate 'run'
Type into the open space...
'Msconfig'
And 'ok' this.
To 'reschedule' what has been done.
Then search for a service that secures...
What you wish kept,
From everyone!
And do this just to keep you safe.
To ensure what you do is not erased!
Chasing away...
Those whacked who hack behind your back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No. 1, Halliburton. Certainly, if they've overcharged they should be whacked and whacked good, but the idea that the vice president somehow is involved in this, whether they got contracts because of him, that's nonsense.
quote by Al D'Amato
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Every ISP is being attacked, maliciously both from in the United States and outside of the United States, by those who want to invade people's privacy. But more importantly they want to take control of computers, they want to hack them, they want to steal information.
quote by Darrell Issa
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Spying Eyes
Since I am not on the search,
For a distant pen-pal.
Or have an inclination to exchange explicit notes,
With someone unknown...
I prefer to keep my secret sexual fantasies,
To myself and not open to discussion.
But I have, of late, decided I would stop,
Finding ways to be excessively cynical.
And continue my walks alone...
Through trees in a familiar forest.
Why I seem to be the only one,
To clearly see its presence is a mystery to me.
However...
I have learned to leave what others believe,
To themselves.
With the hope that an awakening,
Will assist in helping them to branch out...
To share with others who too were unaware,
The number of people who bare their essentials...
In the most unusual places.
Yet right before unsuspecting spying eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0192 Always there is wisdom
Always there are wizards.
They don’t hide themselves.
That would be wrong for them.
They don’t advertise themselves.
That would be wrong for them.
They wait.
That could be boring. Or painful, even.
But that’s their job.
There may be one in the next street.
You need to look.
Then they meet you halfway.
They may look like anybody. Or nobody. Or everybody.
When you go to them, they may dress up in cloak and pointed hat.
That’s just symbolic.
Just at the point of the hat, there’s space.
That’s what they’ll tell you about.
That space is full.
Like your heart.
No one cares much about wizards.
Except those who seek them.
Wizards are wise.
But only if you ask them questions.
Then the answer comes out of space.
And lives in your heart.
Of course.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fool Button
Fool button
By: jimmy buffett
1978
I woke up in a strange room
Id never seen before
Weird paintins on the walls
Mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door
Lookin for my rentacar
Was the cordoba blue or red
Tryin to remember where I put the keys
Tryin to remember what I said
Chorus:
I pushed the fool button
My night went haywire
I pushed the fool button
Set my brain on fire
Now I was sittin in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin on the stand
Not knowin what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk
As he went into a blues rampage
Chorus:
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played
Push it, push it, push it
Try to make a point of protectin the innocent
But none of them can be found
It can happen anytime
Happen anyplace
It can happen in your own home town
If you dont believe my words
Or think my storys true
Get a bottle of rum and a eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you
Chorus:
Well push the fool button
Ill meet you in the bar
Well push the fool button
Where everyones a star
(jimmy pushed the fool button)
(he pushed it like a fool, bubba)
(pushin like a fool)
(pushed the button like a fool)
(pushed the fool button)
(pushed it like a fool)
(pushed the button like a fool)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Even As I Die It Will Continue To Go On
Back to building a website.
To put my ideas under my own design.
The internet is in the ages of all times.
Forever to be recorded so the kids of kids can remember it.
We must not forget
We must learn to forgive.
For injustices do not end with any other pretense.
If that make any sense.
Yes it does have relevance
Its not just more jargon to be heard.
By the crazy and the absurd.
In my constant drive I do not reach for the skies
But to understand the why.
The search goes on for truth and knowledge.
The search goes on for the true humanitarian.
The search goes on for a way to end all blood shed.
The search goes on for a way to eliminate all indifference.
The search goes on for the cures to diseases that remind us of how vulnerable we really are.
The search goes on.
Even as I die it will continue to go on.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Driving Lessons
Car...car...car...car...car...car
Lets get behind the wheel
Well go driving
To the mountains
To the roof tops
We can take it nice and slow
Ill be driving
To the icebergs
To the edges
Car
Get in the car
Car
Get in the car
Head in to the clouds
Past the buildings
By the harbour
Through the storm
Tear across the page
By the marker
Leave the lights on
By the poolside
Car
Get in the car
Car
Get in the car
I can make an honest man of you
I can make you clean if you want me to
I can make you go very far
Just take the car
Get in the car
Car
Get in the car
Take the car...you gotta feel...anytime...anyplace...anywhere...take the care...you gotta feel...anytime...anyplace...anywhere...get in the car...you gotta feel...anytime...to make it real...anywhere...get in the car...you gotta feel...anytime...to make it real...anywhere...get in the car..you gotta feel...get in the car...to make it real...get in the car..you gotta feel...get in the car...to make it real...get in the car..you gotta feel...get in the car...to make it real...get in the car..you gotta feel...get in the car...to make it real...get in the car..you gotta feel...get in the car...to make it real...
song performed by by Garbage
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Only You Know
Initiate.
Locate.
Eliminate.
Only you know from where,
Your headaches begin.
If there is a desire,
To have 'your' headaches end...
Requires effort.
Initiate with intent.
Locate the cause and reason.
Eliminate without hesitation,
Headaches allowed to begin...
With an ending of them.
And if you don't know?
You've got other issues involved,
To solve!
There is no need to start a campaign,
To complain about anyone causing you pain!
You have nothing to gain from it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hackers Lack Substance
There are those attached to hacking.
Believing it easier to destroy than to build.
They take steps,
To make their presence known and effective.
For the purpose to upset.
Since attention is what people like this wish to get.
Not all are products of dysfunction.
They just have missions to eliminate...
Based upon their gumption to inflict assumptions.
Whether it is relationships attacked,
Or a means sought to annoy...
An association thought to be intact.
Hackers lack substance!
How esle can one explain or describe...
Their mindless actions to produce nonfiction,
By distorting or erasing that which are facts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nominated
Poised and groomed for screening.
And picked as those correct to select.
Suited for electing...
With an image held as the best.
Reflecting a 'middle-of-the-roadness'
With proper etiquette.
Making harmless decisions...
And giving folks what they expect.
Nominated as water walkers,
Squeeky clean and free of sin.
If they do live in darkness...
They may sneak a sip of vodka,
Or may not pop shots...
Of lemon twisted gin!
It's difficult not to show imperfections,
From admiring spying eyes.
Microscoping with a closeness,
To see after dissecting...
Which one would represent,
To prove emaculate they have lived their lives.
While those prepared to choose...
Booze, cheat and deceive.
But wish to pick someone less wicked.
And one who is capable...
To disguise a life,
All can come to agree...
Can win the top prize.
And at least will make attempts,
To walk on their polluted waters!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Permanently Affixed
Too many people seek distractions.
Hoping facts never to face.
Praying for a deceit that fits.
Too many people seek attractions.
With a hope to distract facts,
That someday from them will be erased.
And those masks worn to replace,
Faces charading become permanently...
Affixed.
Leaving distacted faces masked,
Never again to face facts with hopes...
Delusions will never from them be erased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cold
A cough and a hack--
On february 17,2006...! ! !
Gosh it made me--
Feel outright sick! ;
Tell ya-thought i was dyin'...! ! !
Had such a cough and a hack...
That i went 'willy-nilly' to the doctor...
And he diagnosed my attack;
When i arrived home...
There on my street awaiting me...
Were a dozen Red Roses...
Sent special to lil' ole me! ! ! ;
A cough and a hack...
Can be downright mean...! ! !
The virus can destroy...
And its totally unclean! ;
So theres a moral to this story...
IM sharin' with only a few...! ! !
Stay away from the COLD virus...
Cause the cough and hack will surely attack you! ;
The Essence
May 30,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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You Picked the Right Day for Torture
You picked the right day for torture.
It was too quiet and serene,
To be left untampered.
You wanted your presence felt...
And it was.
You picked the right day for torture
With or without a diet regimen
Or implementation of facts.
What you do behind one's back...
Is left to your interpretation.
Your rules and dispositions are taught!
Although not followed,
And neither held in high esteem.
You picked the right day for torture...
Perhaps now you can see in bright daylight,
The victims you continue to abuse
Are of your own kind.
And of them none can say you frighten.
Yet all have been too quick to say you are crazed!
And today you are here believing you will be praised,
And honored?
You picked the right day for torture!
And how much of it you take...
Will not leave a witness to feel remorse,
Or show heartbreak!
They have come to watch you exploit,
Your own pain!
You have picked the right day for torture!
Everyone came to give you the limelight,
And the fame you claim!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nip Grudges In The Bud
For whatever the reason,
You have been convinced to dislike someone...
Make the doing of it,
YOUR personal issue to pursue.
Let that become something within you,
That you fight with a doing to overcome.
Too many take on an offensive position quick.
To involve other people,
Having nothing to do nwith their obtained attitudes.
People who campaign to have others despise someone,
For no other apparent purpose...
But to do it to be done.
And with the truth surfaces to uncover the true culprit,
It is usually the one who stirs up trouble just for fun.
Nip grudges in the bud and confess what aches.
It is better to be honest and play it safe,
Than to be the one...
Never around others to again be welcomed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be on your guard.
I do not think there'll ever be
A system that can guarantee
Absolute security.
Of data on the internet
Although it is certain bet.
This statement is bound to upset.
The expert firms prepared to claim
They have succeeded in their aim.
There's other players in the game.
Hackers working tirelessly
are sure in time to find the key
And intrude on our privacy.
Their motivations various.
Not of all of them nefarious
Some few are. merely curious
They have the capability
To circumvent security
And they intend to definitely
If you are wise then you will vet
All contacts on the internet
Cross checking is your safest bet.
Maintaining your security
Is your responsibility.
So when you check, check thoroughly.
Don't trust new friends too easily.
Don't share too much too readily.
Take security seriously.
I cannot tell you what to do
For in the end it's up to you.
To make quite sure their words are true..
Your long term friends can verify.
Your would be friends identity.
Reducing your uncertainty.
If they aren't known to your old friends.
You have to doubt what they intend.
so bring all contact to an end.
Better to be safe than sorry.
They may be hunters seeking quarry.
Close them down and do not worry.
They will quickly realise
That you do not believe their lies.
Which will not take them by surprise.
They try again with someone new.
Who is not quite as wise as you.
Some wide eyed trusting ingénue.
Who will accept them as friend.
Not realising they intend.
It is her cash they mean to spend.
But you are safe you've closed the door.
You're not the fool they took you for
You won't be bothered any more.
They search the net for easy prey
And find one almost every day.
They make certain that crime will pay.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Elevator
I can't change the past for no one has found the rewind button yet.
I can't take back my pain or catch myself from falling again.
For the net to catch myself before isn't there,
But I can change what I fall into and what button I press.
For the press of one button can change everything.
So lets see what the up button will do.
I may get stuck for a while or fall to the floor due to a sudden stop,
But this time the button is up and I will be falling into a net of hope.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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Suffering Consequences Of Melt Down Moments
a lesson for those who have lost precious
work because of virus corrupted computer discs
power failures fire molten personal computers
we cannot rewrite the old we must create the new
golden rule preventing loss back up back up back up...
to save the irreplaceable such a simple thing to do
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shovel
Meant to refuse,
but just smash the whole gate down.
Tried for the truth,
but just, lied when it really mattered.
Anywhere,
that your going.
Anytime,
that you feel like.
Should have been there.
Should have spoken.
Tell me theres nowhere youre going.
If you only faced it when.
Then you,
decide to,
finally make it in.
Its over.
Its breaking.
In case thats all,
that you want,
unprotected.
Kept it all hidden.
Its safe from you,
thats what matters.
Anywhere,
that your going.
Anytime,
that you feel like.
Should have been there.
Should have spoken.
Tell me theres no way of knowing.
If you only faced it when.
Then you,
decide to,
finally make it in.
Its over.
Its breaking.
Its broken.
Adjusting, nothing.
You get just what you pay for.
Believe in, anything.
Another stab, in the back, that you let go.
Dont know how to react, now you dont know.
Swear up and down, this is the last, time, you, will, get, burned
song performed by by Quicksand
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I Am That I AM
I am that I AM.
And whoever it is that decides,
The I AM that is me is not worthy...
Gives me too much attention.
They should be spending that focus,
Probing into their own toilets.
Since I keep my own clean,
And free from meaningless associations.
Especially those who wish to come to sit...
And eliminate dropped nonsense to leave,
Just to stink up my space.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Say I Love Him
(1930) val, dale, kalmanoff, ward, enzo fusco, rodolfo falvo
Just say that I need him as roses need the rain
And tell him that without him my dreams are all in vain
Just say I love him loved him from the start
And tell him that Im yearning to say whats in my heart
Just say that I need him as roses need the rain
Tell him that without him my dreams are all in vain
If you should chance to meet him anytime anyplace anywhere
Say I was a fool to leave him
Tell him how much a fool can care
And if he tells you hes lonely now and then
Just wont you tell him that I love him
And want him back again
If you should see him anytime anyplace anywhere
Tell him I was a fool to leave him
Tell him how much a fool can care
And if he tells you hes lonely now and then
Wont you just say I love him and want him back again
Wont you just say I love him and want him back again
song performed by by Nina Simone
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