Ok, ready for another installment of my poems on random topics?

Here they are anyway!

Glow
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   Alone I sit in my room              /--------------------------\
 Only one source of light  /--------\/ Patch another bit of source|
  The glow of my computer  |Trying, |  Knock people off the net   |
Few things seem to matter  | lying, |  All without remorse        |
       I just do my thing  |defying,|  Never with regret          |
   Sit and stare, unaware  |denying,|  Compile another nuke       |
   Not seeing the outside  |crying, |  Throw another tear         |
    Having variable pride  | dying, |  Load up a puke             |
    I wait for things now  \--------/\ Drink another beer         |
      Soon they will come              \--------------------------/

Throwback
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I am a throwback from another place
I am a throwback from another time 
I am a throwback from another race

What
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                       What is next?
            What is left?
What is done?
                       What is good?
            What is free?
What is real?
                       What is love?
           What is right?

Can we realy answer these questions?
Use finite variables to calculate?
Will science show us the answer?
          I say NO!

Only through hard work and experence
Only through these things can we know
Only through these things can we grow

Big day (The big letdown)
}-----------------------{
You await the day
You wonder about it
You dream about it
Want to make it the best

Suddenly, with no warning
The day is today, hurry!
Turns out not to be right
Your hopes are shattered

You pick up the pieces
Oh, they don't fit right!
You give up on it for now
When will you finish it?

Search
       Run
           Search
                  Run
                      Run
                          Run
                              Run
                                  Run
                                      For what do I search for?
                                      Why do I run?
                                      I wish I knew



It's broke, and they don't know what to do
So, doing the only thing they can, they call you

You fix it, and are a god
           or
You can't, and are dead

Some things you can't fix
Even as hard as you wish

Most often it's a simple user error
But sometimes it causes great terror

The life of a comp.tech is hard
Makes you glad you are realy a bard(1)






(1)-Bard, Jack of all trades, master of none