('m stck n dnl5)

My motion sensors tell me
There is someone nearing my heart.
The thermal optics are sensing
Your warmth from afar.
The cameras already noticed
You planning your intrusion,
But my electrical fence shocked you away
And gave you a contusion.

My firewalls won't let you in,
I have too many active.
You can try brute forcing your way through it,
But my IDS is never passive.
It already let me know
And by attempt number four
I had changed my passwords
And double locked all of my back doors.

I know that I am lonely
And do know that I do need you.
To put it simply the truth is
That true love is what I need to
Put my head and heart into
But I simply cannot let myself trust
That is why all I care of is lust;
I'm afraid of having you close enough to combust.

You are a terrorist,
You terrify me with your eyes.
A simple look from you to me
Carries with it my demise.
You don't have to do anything
Having you in sight does suffice
To bring me to my knees
And make my eyes watery enough for me to cry.

Indeed I know I'm broken
And you're the missing piece.
I need you to re-engineer me,
Like they did to Rome and Greece.
Carefully re-construct me and my faith,
Because I did lose everything the day I fell from Grace.
She did a number on me, she destroyed my every hope.
That's why today I beg you to re-plant my heart and fertilize its growth.

Before you can do anything,
Before you can re-format and re-compile,
You must decrypt me, GPG style.
The key is "(I'm stuck in denial),"
Just add the number 'five,'
Subtract the 'six' vowels ('m stck n dnl5)
And you should get my hard drive disk to open,
You may now read all of my files.

A Poem For You, Not For Me

This poem is for you, not for me.
Because every other poem I have written has been selfishly
Concatenated for my eyes to see,
For myself to read.
Because every other poem I have written has been keen,
Quick to produce feelings that are incomplete.
Feelings that would make any female want more from me.
You see, I have been selfish indeed.
I have let greed coat my brain and leave
My thoughts soiled with lust when love is what my heart needs.
You see, I have been selfish indeed.
I have written for no one else but me.
So now I breathe heavily
As I try to readily
Complete a poem for you, not me.
A poem that would make every other one, I have written, obsolete.
A poem for you not for me,
Yes, indeed. Yes, I believe
That this poem is to be perfectly unique.
One for history
Books, one for your eyes to see,
One for you to read.
A poem to make my pen bleed,
For nowadays I must say that I, myself, me...
I have seized
To write on paper with pen and have chosen to miserably
Trust the keyboard on my computer or the one on my G2 as I wait for the G3.
I am spoiled by technology.
I have been selfishly indulging in the new philosophy
Of not caring about anything except fulfilling a demon's dream.
The philosophy of forgetting why I write and focusing on sharing my cream
With every woman I see.
It didn't matter if she was special or not, it didn't matter to me.
I just wanted to get into her mind, her heart, her body and then leave.
I just wanted to be fulfilled sexually.
I hope it's not too late for me.
I hope that I can change so that we
Can be a we as I, myself do want you, yourself to be
Happily conjunct, concrete and complete.
I hope that you could find it in your heart to let me be with thee.
I hope that you can see, that this poem has been written for you not for me.
Nor has it been written for the satisfaction of my selfish being.
It has not been written to fulfill a demon's dream.
No, siree. I bereaved myself of such fiends.
This poem has the soul purpose of showing you and me
That I am new and newly
I have been able to leave greed.
I have been saved, I am no longer a slave of me,
I'm not a slave of society.
For now I just want to be the one that writes poetry for you and not for me.