the french say- a certain I don't know what....

I cast a ray,

I hit Infinity,

the black vectors trinity,

a state of anonymity.

remove objects above, as below, I split in half the hiarchy, severe the child.

I check a function running wild,

I detect a unhanded collision, I fly in the air with no precision. I code, recode, and then revision.

Better
Get
Engineering

The code is broken
(but endearing)
I reboot, my Vram is clearing…

a mishandled exception,
except expect inception,

Rapidly prototyping to your hearts delight,

but we can chew it down to the bit or bite.
I-O
these polygons are bent son.
I’ll smooth um out to pay the rent sum,
of the product that won’t be sold,
Fixing all that is broken is getting old,
when I choose rebuild,
breaking even more, then I hit restore, to an earlier version,
where the code we code had less perversion,
we forked, re-forked and now were merging,

tonight the power buttons aversion…
is costing me my sleep,
add a little gun and the end is BLeep.

Is this supposed to be a question, someone would need to decrypt that first?

its a poem-

I cast a ray,

I hit Infinity,

the black vectors trinity, -hitPosition= 0,0,0

a state of anonymity.

remove objects above, as below, I split in half the hierarchy, severe the child.

I check a function running wild,

I detect a unhanded collision, I fly in the air with no precision. I code, recode, and then revision.

Better
Get
Engineering

The code is broken
(but endearing)
I reboot, my Vram is clearing…

a mishandled exception,
except expect inception,

Rapidly prototyping to your hearts delight,

but we can chew it down to the bit or bite.
I-O
these polygons are bent son.
I’ll smooth um out to pay the rent sum,
of the product that won’t be sold,
Fixing all that is broken is getting old,
when I choose rebuild,
breaking even more, then I hit restore, to an earlier version,
where the code we code had less perversion,
we forked, re-forked and now were merging,

tonight the power buttons aversion…
is costing me my sleep,
add a little gun and the end is BLeep. Bleep Pew Pew!

and I cast a ray from my head to you,
with you I will share a property,

hold on a minute while I code it properly, oops my mistake, every piece of code has a error break.

A thousand questions, day and night.
A thousand problems; endless plight.
A thousand issues, on your head.
A thousand more; you will be dead.

And this no less than you deserve,
A silly fool who tried to serve,
A grand old vision, from the start,
With little skill to play the part.

The thing you want you cannot get,
By questions asked, and problems met,
If the questions are not set,
To make some sense.

A flame, I tame, a troll I roll, I look inside his twisted soul,
This game he plays he knows not the rules, to enter in this game of fools.

In a game of eye for eye, the biggest fool is the one who tries.

A candle burns, as a guiding light,
For weary travelers, in the night,
Seekers of truth, building might;
They fear no flame.

The scared puppy trembles in the darkness,
Forever lost.

Admission - ambition , a mission is better then trolling,
Games, we make let the ball be rolling,
a different direction, I vie for affection, I am here to make a different connection,

Unbattle,unrage,
the pieces and actors are swept from the stage,
Reset, restore, I do implore, choose a different path, open a different door.

Dark path you walk when your head is so big, watch out for the trenches that you… yourself dig.

A mind burning with intent, hours lost and no content
A reckless pursuit for ones own cause, is still no reason to give you pause
Pursue your thoughts with utter conviction, forgive all those who deny attention
A dream is not something easily lost, but still you must consider the cost
A cause your own must be protected, lest the future become infected
with mundane routines and accepted limits, become more than just a gimmick

A tempering heat brings forth the fire, take on what the world conspires
Give freely of your own connections, from others you may find direction
To slay the beast that blocks your path, give unto others all ye hath
The final mile is often lonely, yet separates you from the phonies
To live among those who inspire, hold high your dream and soon acquire
The knowledge that completes your quest, then take a break you’ve earned some rest

The puppy barks; “woof, woof”, in dread.
“I’m not afraid, I’ll bite your leg”.
“I’m not a fool, as you have said”.
" … You have a big head!".

The candle bearer sings a tune,
To serenade a waning moon:

“I tried as best I could tonight”,
“To keep myself without a fight”,
“To give the dog a little light”,
“To drink this cup of tea.”

“So scared he is, this little runt,”
“He views the candle as a stunt,”
“Something made to roast his bones,”
“But not a tool to see.”

The pup may often break free its chain
to wander down dreary lane
To seek the wisdom of its brothers
but rarely finds a single other
Focused on the final prize
it overlooks its own demise
A happy smile is its mask
yet incomplete is the task

Each day lost is nothing gained
soon it wonders who to blame
Returning home on the morrow
hoping for its master’s sorrow
Its master see’s its predilection
and fills his heart with pure affection
We must be free to wander wild
to challenge fate and think as a child

The master still knows what is best
the pup still looks for nothing less
To reteach the vital lessons
the master makes the hard decision
He chains the pup once again
its will simply will not bend
Live in peace within your means
make life one day a living dream

Cry Green Ink

burnin’ higher
for desire
caught my eye

“all is well,
yes… all is Well…”
… morning child is Saying…

Well, come to Hell!
am here to tell
a little story
on
how father fell

souls unzipped
may feel alright
yet hearts compressed
wishes to fight