666 Third examples
666 third examples
666 Third examples
The gamer
in the middle of the warehouse sits the gamer he is paid in advance for several years of time advance he plays each game until the game ender button is revealed and then he cheats of course he wins all the games he plays them all day long never tiring never missing a pinball wizard he loves to play them all the lyrics to songs run into the words for my poem seems ok to hum a battle song he whistles in his little crucible cubicle we listened one day and it was dixie the next day it was the battle hymn of the republic he is confedarate one day the yankee spy the next he plays the games no one else will buy he plays them free online he pays us for the signal space the switch boxes gives him love and grace the number of his name the 666 replaces what he needs his body looks so thin but the gamer has no time to eat he must play and download games
the student slash writer
get it what a joke ahha
student/writer
the person has the curly que ball hair he sits and stares in space is paid but only for the one day at a time he sits and stares until he gets ideas from space and time then double spaces all the work has to be in black government ink they still dont like the computor generation homework some teachers still make them student/writers write the homework out by hand on old timey notebook paper three hole binding in the notebook is an actual plastic looking thing with folders pens holding ink and pencils with the number two allowed them the online look ups but not the cheating styles.
The pornographer sits near the end on the Cee ell the Ex ell is my inital investment included no exposure to the elements no censure or sensorchips allowed no filters of any kind let love rule the day on my watch is mickeys minnie mouse here is what his computor might say to him CLICK too many clicks and the more he clicks the more he wishes and wants he needs exhaust fumes in this small breathable space let go of the mouse you idiot while the pornographer still clicks too many clicks we turned off his moniter long ago to give his privacy a blessing from the 666 we do not care what he is looking at or doing there as long as we get paid the money to keep the overhead paid and all of us in online need there were three unpaid homeless users also here today. This warehouse needs to be more work done but all of us are still online and having fun with 666 work is the last option.
poem by Charles Hice
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Clickity, click, click
Clickity, click, click
~
The number of clicks
Those little groups
To which were forced fit
Into the adult world
No more bestest friends
Like a Childs playground game
Long since put to rest
In the pretence of professionalism
Into the workplace we stroll
And those clickity clicks
Outsiders kept at reach
Beyond the context of the conversation
Are we all in the playground again?
Grown up kids clickity click
Little games bestest friends
Don’t like the newbie, kind of strange
Doesn’t fit in, not this place
Not so much the childhood innocence
More the shame of adult ignorance
The way of work and at rest
How its still all a playground game
Pick your team clickity click
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Bunny Gamer
It feels retarded
I wonder if you like me
Will you be there tonight?
Do you mean it when you say what you say?
Fixing up my hair
I want to impress you
Today and everyday
Okay, okay okay
Okay,
So what do you want?
I want to be careless too
So much waiting
So much sitting alone
When you say what you say
It's not what I thought
It's really nothing at all
I'm not who you want
Alright, alright alright?
Alright
Bunny game stand up
Bunny gamer
Where have you been all of my life?
Bunny gamer take me with you
Okay, okay okay
Okay
Bunny gamer sit down
Bunny gamer
Where have you been all night?
Bunny gamer leave me alone
Alright alright, alright
Alright
song performed by by Xiu Xiu
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Bunny Gamer
It feels retarded
I wonder if you like me
Will you be there tonight?
Do you mean it when you say what you say?
Fixing up my hair
I want to impress you
Today and everyday
Okay, okay okay
Okay,
So what do you want?
I want to be careless too
So much waiting
So much sitting alone
When you say what you say
It's not what I thought
It's really nothing at all
I'm not who you want
Alright, alright alright?
Alright
Bunny game stand up
Bunny gamer
Where have you been all of my life?
Bunny gamer take me with you
Okay, okay okay
Okay
Bunny gamer sit down
Bunny gamer
Where have you been all night?
Bunny gamer leave me alone
Alright alright, alright
Alright
song performed by by Xiu Xiu
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Love Online
We fell in love online
Even though we had never heard each others voice
Or saw each others face
Was there love online we could almost taste
For the words you spoke the words you wrote to me
I imagined you here saying them to me
We had a love affair online
All though it only lasted a short time
But now its over an your gone
I wish it could of gone on and on
Deep down i knew it was never real
But we took away the lonliness
That was real that we both could feel
We spoke of lost love and sorrow
Of love we thought we had in the past
But it was just something that we borrowed
As we help each other through
Something we thought we never knew
I often search for you online
Remembering of that special time
Where ever you are out there
I hope your in love with someone
For i am over here
Never say it is not God
Never say it is not God.
Hafiz said that, lived it.
And that’s all really:
no need to dress it up,
make a poem of it,
claim it, as if
I thought of it first..
And anyway it’s personal:
you and I could spend days
discussing what the last word means;
finish up hating each other.
It happens. And they have
a rifle in their hand, a bomb.
It’s a divine game,
the game God plays.
You know the games all lovers play:
‘Where are you darling? ’
‘I’m not here.. come and find me…’
ah yes - the bedroom…
‘You only love me for my body…’
‘Yes darling… but I love you for your mind too, , , ’
‘But you’re always arguing with my mind…’
‘Yes darling – that’s why I love you…’
‘Will you love me when I’m old and wrinkled and crumbly? ’
‘Darling, I’ll love you all the more…’
‘I love every bit of you…’
‘Ah but do you love me with every bit of you…? ’
‘I’m a striped tiger come to eat you up every bit…ggrr…’
‘And I’m a lion come to gobble up the tiger…’
Ah yes, the games that lovers play…
What makes you think God does not love
to play these games with you?
And even when you call Him God,
and not your Lover, or your Friend,
as Hafiz does - and many other names beside,
that could be His best game of all…
when the whole universe
and all its creatures, run
toward you, calling out
‘I’m Yours… I’m yours for life…’
as lovers do.
Never say it is not God.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock
My neighbor plays Guitar Hero III and he has lots of fans.
He's better at it than other people, nobody can play it like he can.
He loves this game and he jams everyday.
He gets the highest score every time he plays.
This is the only game he plays and it really rocks.
He can't put his guitar down, he's king of the XBOX.
Sometimes it gets on his parents nerves because it's pretty loud.
Lots of people come to see it, he always draws a crowd.
People love this game because it's loads of fun.
Nobody can beat my neighbor's score because he's number one.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Predators will look for any way to talk to children online whether through sites like Myspace, instant messaging, or even online games.
quote by Mike Fitzpatrick
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Primal Death
Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing
poem by August Stramm
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Vacuous Space
Space in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
And the winners,
Had been the merchants...
Breathing royalty,
On 5th Avenue!
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
And the bleeding of the people....
Had been seen from their limousines!
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
And It's an off beat situation,
To see the homeless
Pushing carts...
Up on these scenes!
Space in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous space...
In the head,
Once getting paid to lead!
And the trickling of this meanness...
Is a payback for those,
Who had chose to steal
Away sweet dreams!
Vacuous meetssssspace in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead!
It's an off beat situation
Getting fixed...
As the kings are dragged
Screaming
With tainted hands
Bitten and bloodied
By those they chose
To live in tattered clothes
Hungry and suffering
Squeezed from the cream
That was theirs all the time
By such crooked deeds!
Space in the head,
Once getting PAID to lead.
Vacuous space...
In the head,
Once getting paid to lead!
And the winners,
Now are the losers
Once the merchants...
Living to scheme,
And breathing royalty,
Like leeches!
On 5th Avenue.
And the winners?
Now are the losers...
Picked by people,
Just as greedy
As the ones they knew!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A gamer playing finds another way
A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.
One trained to charm,
Only becomes accustomed...
To using the same devices.
Shown early that whatever works...
Delivers to satisfy with desired 'perks'.
To please with the releasing of sighs,
At the expense of one duped...
With tears to drip as the gamer delights.
A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.
And,
If one is seen to be agonized...
THAT is the affect the game player expects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smile
Ill smile for you
Just because you'll smile for me too
They say that there is a gift to a smile
But it seems that I'm not going to smile again for a while
I'm going away to a far off place
They say I'll need my space
But I'm worried that I'll lose my way
Because of the games they play
I'm all one for games, they help keep people near
But it seems the place I'm going is one of my fears
It's not a prison of any kind
That's what they say but it plays on my mind
If it's not a cage then why the locks and bars
Where are the windows, the gardens, the stars?
It's white and clean, they say it helps but I disagree
How am I meant to smile if I can't just be me?
So I ask you this one favour only a small request
Will you come and play my games after I rest
If I'm left alone in this place I might go insane
I might lose my smile if there's only the pain and the rain
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Head Games
Daylight, alright
I dont know, I dont know if its real
Been a long night and something aint right
You wont show, you wont show how you feel
No time ever seems right
To talk about the reasons why you and I fight
Its high time to draw the line
Put an end to this game before its too late
Head games, its you and me baby
Head games, and I cant take it anymore
Head games, I dont wanna play the...
Head games
I daydream for hours it seems
I keep thinkin of you, yeah, thinkin of you
These daydreams, what do they mean?
They keep haunting me, are they warning me?
Daylight turns into night
We try and find the answer but its nowhere in sight
Its always the same and you know whos to blame
You know what Im sayin, still we keep on playin
Head games, thats all I get from you
Head games, and I cant take it anymore
Head games, dont wanna play the...
Head games
So near, so far away
We pass each other by cause we dont know what to say
Its so clear, Im sorry to say
But if you wanna win you gotta learn how to play
Head games, always you and me, baby
Head games, till I cant take it anymore
Head games, instead of makin love
Head games, ooh
Head games, always you and me, baby
Head games, till I cant take it anymore, no more
Head games, instead of makin love, we play
Head games
Head games, in the first degree
Head games, yeah, always you and me
Head games, why do you do it baby?
Head games
song performed by by Foreigner
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Little Miss Nobody!
Amid the hustle and bustle of the school playground,
One young girl sits all alone.
As quiet as a mouse, she watches, but doesn't join in.
No-one pays her any attention.
She tells herself she prefers it that way,
But she is lying - to the world and to herself.
She's so lonely it tears at her insides,
But she steadfastly refuses to let it show.
What a jolly time her tormentors would have
If they knew how much their teasing hurt her.
How mortifying that would be!
So, she sits, quietly, patiently, till the bell rings to go inside.
But the classroom brings no solace, either.
She sits as far to the back as possible.
The teacher asks the class a question.
She knows the answer, but won't raise her hand!
Heaven forbid!
Everyone would look at her - notice her!
Better to try to be invisible, a non-person!
Soon, the school day will be over.
Hopefully she will be able to avoid the recognition
Of those that taunt her, long enough to get her coat
And be on her way without incident.
Maybe she'll be gone before they see her
And decide to play their cruel games with her.
The favourite is the one where one of them 'accidentally' touches her,
Then runs around, screaming that he or she has caught a nasty plague -
Or disease, or fleas. or whatever -
And has to touch someone else to pass it on!
That one's always good for a laugh!
For everyone else, anyway!
For her it's like a knife through her heart!
Every time!
And it never gets old! ! ! !
But none of them know!
None of them will EVER know how caustic their gibes are!
She'll make sure of that..........even if it kills her! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Those Same Games Played
Game players become hooked,
Until mesmerized...
To the playing of a game,
That remains the same unchanged.
It's much like the learning children do,
Of the letters in the alphabet.
Each letter is assigned something fixed,
And simplistic that sticks in their heads.
Once a game is remembered,
It doesn't matter who plays it.
But those who have chosen,
These games to play are not aware...
The testing of them occured long before,
They were born to realize...
Those same games played were always there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Play!
Kids play
They play in every space they can find!
Innocent games!
That bring fun and pleasure to their untainted soul!
If I could retrieve my innocence!
I give my soul that which was!
These games I play!
Are they so innocent now?
The question is,
Is there innocence in the world?
We flow on denial and hope of that which is not real!
Like a game of chess!
Mixing and mingling has gone beyond that which is real!
Innocence broken down!
Am I a part of it!
Do I have a choice in everything?
That which I want is gone!
Gone with the Birds and the Queen bee!
How long can I hold on?
In denial!
I keep holding on to that which I know will never be!
Player!
The odds have turned!
Can one change a player?
One can only change one self!
I play Oh yes!
My kind of game!
I remove that which takes innocence away!
poem by Flencirose Basera
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Mutuality In Invisible Mode
i am online
and you are online
almost
at the same time together
and then
we are offline together
i know
the truth, we are simply on the invisible mode
when no one wants to talk
no one wants to forgive
and forget
and then we continue doing what we are doing
i write a poem
and you write yours
and we post it
using different names
almost at the same
time and we know
that poem and this poem
for whom the bell tolls
it tolls
for thee, ah, it is hemingway again
one of our favorites.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Last Cheaters Waltz
(sonny throckmorton)
She was going to pieces when he walked in the door
She had to see him she cant wait no more
Tonight shell be with him no matter the cost
As the band plays the last cheaters waltz
And oooooooohh dont they play lonely
Oooooooohh dont they play sad
Oooooooohh three quarter only
See how he holds her
As the band plays the last cheaters waltz
He tells her he loves her as the music plays on
He tells he loves her but someones at home
The ball games all over and she knows shes lost
As the band plays the last cheaters waltz
And oooooooohh dont they play lonely
Oooooooohh dont they play sad
Oooooooohh three quarter only
See how he holds her
As the band plays the last cheaters waltz
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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I completely love playing and designing games and always will. I am so into games that I listen to game music all day. That may sound strange, but you can guarantee I'm a hardcore gamer and would never let you down by designing a crappy title.
quote by John Romero
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Only In The Making Of Movies
Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
And time well spent is sacrificed to deliver,
What's right for the price...
For the cost being paid.
Camera angles are selected,
By a director who chooses the best scenes.
And the actors are blocked within them,
To emote with belief as an audince viewing this...
Sits,
With their emotions manipulated.
Only in the making of movies,
Are 'realities' depicted.
Although many in the audience become captivated,
With beliefs they also can deceive truth easily.
By saying and doing things they wish to sell.
With hopes their 'portrayals' have gone over well.
And only those who become offended,
They can not sell lies they told to tell...
Are those who become combative,
When confronted by others...
Who are specific and direct AND caring less,
How a charade is masqueraded to address.
Only in the making of movies,
Are actors found to be handed scripts.
To then learn lines some find to be tedious.
Until what is done has been finished.
But many unpaid to 'act' but embellish facts,
Find it difficult to strip away all their fantasies.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
Only in the making of movies...
Every actor wants to get paid.
And,
Only in the making of movies...
No one sits back to snack.
No one has time for that,
Since a budget has to be paid back.
Oh.
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
And,
Only in the making of movies...
Facts are scratched!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If one student is unable to get online, it cripples that student's team and puts the whole course in jeopardy.
quote by John Gallagher
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