Gone But Not Forgotten

The years we've shared have been full of joy.
The memories we've made will go on and on.
I haven't stopped crying since you went away,
and I've asked God time and time why couldn't you stay.
You lit up my life, my hopes, and my dreams.
You've opened my eyes to see what it all means.
So now that you're gone how can I forget;
Because you were the greatest out of all I have met.

A to Z of Engineering

A is for APPLE who sent us our Macs,

D is for DEC, and they sold us a Vax.

C is the language in which we write source,

and B is our sort, which is BROKEN, of course.

E is an ERROR when code is compiled,

F is a FORK for creating a child,

G is the GETTY that sits on the line,

and H is a HANGUP whic:^?{^Zo^?{bD^]NO CARRIER

I is the INTERCONNECTION of kit,

J is the JOY when the cables all fit.

K is for KERMIT, to copy a file,

and L are the LINES that we drop all the while.

M is the MODEM we use from our home,

N are the NIGHTS which we spend on the 'phone,

O is the OUTPUT we get from the host,

and P are the 'PHONE BILLS we get in the post.

Q for SIGQUIT makes our process abort,

R is the REASON sigquit should be caught.

S is the SIGNAL we catch and ignore,

and T is the TRAP which we miss, and dump core.

U is for UNIX -- I hope that is clear,

V is the VISUAL editor here.

W stands for the WINDOWS we use,

and X for the windowing system we choose.

Y is for YACC, quite a specialist tool,

Z for the snores from the programming pool.

Written while waiting while dinner was cooking

The Engineer Song

Ohhh! I'm an engineer and I'm well paid.

I code all night and I sleep all day.

I drink my Jolt, I write some code, give up and surf the Web.

I download dirty pictures, and bill for that instead.

Ohhh! I'm an engineer and I'm well paid.

I code all night and I sleep all day.

I like Dilbert, I read sci-fi, and speak in Python quotes.

I like to code in UNIX. Powerbuilder is for dolts!

Ohhh! I'm an engineer and I'm well paid. 

I code all night and I sleep all day.

I eat fast food, I watch Star Trek, and fill myself with beer. 

I wish I had a girlie, 'cause my papa thinks I'm queer.

Ohhh! I'm an engineer and I'm well paid.

I code all night and I sleep all day.

The perks are great, they treat me well, 'cause they think I work sooo hard!

They're sending me to the COMDEX on the corporate credit card!

Ohhh...I'm an engineer and I'm well paid.

I code all night and I sleep all day!

I have no grace or social sense. Don't own a suit or tie.

My idea of witty discourse is querying EMACS vs. VI.

Ohhh...I'm an engineer and I'm well paid.

I code all night and I sleep all day!

I surfed too long, downloaded too much, ended up with a virus, you see.

Not the social type that you might think, but one on my PC.

Ohhh! I'm an engineer and I'm well paid.

I code all night and I sleep all day.

A Train A Journery....

How many times I nearly miss the train
By running up the staircase once again 
For some dear trifle almost left behind.
At that last moment the unwary mind 
Forgets the solemn tick of station-time;
That muddy lane the feet must climb—
The bridge—the ticket—the signal down—
Train just emerging beyond the town:
The great blue engine panting as it takes
The final curve, and grinding on its brakes
Up to the platform-edge….The little doors
Swing open, while the burly porter roars.
The tight compartment fills: our careful eyes
Go to explore each other’s destinies.
A lull. The station-master waves. The train
Gathers, and grips, and takes the rails again,
Moves to the shining open land, and soon
Begins to tittle-tattle a tame tattoon.

Here's To My Brother

Here's to my brother  Remember every day  No matter what I've said  Here's what I'd like to say  I will always love you  Be with you till the end  When no one else is around  I will be your friend  I love my brother and I always will  I'm proud to be your brother  that's how I feel  And someday when we're far away  And the miles keep us apart  I'm gonna whisper  I love my brother  And you'll know it in your heart  The thread Simply means a relationship Should Like thread Even  After a Decade has Change.. Thanks to my Mom Who Gave me a Bro Like u And thanks to Almighty....

Brother is mine :)

I know sometimes I may whine

But deep down I really find you somewhat divine

You are smarter than you think.

Smarter than me – in some ways

Wiser than you know - 

You have experienced pains and joys

Some twice your age have never seen

Because of all of this you are three times the man

Brother of mine

I could be no prouder

I could love you no more

I will always be here for you.

No matter what occurs - 

No matter what is said or done

I will never be too far away

No matter the distance 

You’ll always be in my heart. 

WAR!!!

Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage ‘neath the politician's room

Deep in the house, white fades to red
And the freedom we're fighting for seems to be dead
‘Cause we can't win like he once said
No we can't triumph over the hate in our enemy's head
But we're deep in mud over the bullshit we've been fed
While more and more soldiers awake in Heaven's bed

The wind is blowing like a hurricane
In the frightening desolated lands
Where the wolves are insane
And hawks feast on bloody hands

Bullets flying, children dying, mothers crying
While the beasts are lying and hiding
Behind black curtains that no one's finding
But God knows the truth, and He's forevermore sighing

Too many hands washed in widows' tears
Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears
Too many hearts frozen numb from fears
Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers

Wounded souls soaked in blotched black fate
Disillusioned by dark demons' fate

Persistent nightmares of woebegone escape:
Screeching fervently under Liberty's Gate
I grasp the rope fabric with delicate care,
Neck tickling from its bristly hair
My chapped, dry lips whisper a final prayer
Before a tightening ravish pain permeates the air

A bright radiant flash scorches the cloudless horizon
And ashes drift upward, caressing my bare, dangling feet
Bleak, barren, biting malice below seems blazon
But the dead know not the sentiment of defeat.

Growing Up

As the minutes of my scurrying day slide past,
I think of the times we have shared.
I was yours from the start,
Fresh, straight out of her womb.


Remember the times when I fell down
And you were there to bandage my knee?
I need you to hold my life,
Like you held me when I got a bee sting.


I am grateful to have you in my life.
You scratch my back whenever I ask,
And never promise without intent.
I know that you would do anything for me.


Who will I be when I grow up?
This is the hardest question.
For you and for me, this may mean
A time of sincerest separation.


With every second I grow older,
I see you letting go.
But now I ask that you hold me close,
And treasure our moments together.


I love you so much
And I know it's true,
That you are my daddy,

And you love me too.

JUNE...JUNE...JUNE...JUNE

This is for June, and all the summers it brings
For the chiming of bells.....from a steeple ring
Olde songs of wedlock over top hat, and lace
'Fore June passes torch, to July's scarlet face

Trees are full jackets, in multi-shades of green
The last pink magnolia leaf.....still can be seen
Theres a breeze in the air, that carries a scent
Of her sweet honeysuckle......full efflorescence

Still nights cast a chill, but June has its motives
An inviting warm flame...bright amorous votive
Moonlite romance, 'neath a nautic June breeze
Makes love in June sparkle, by shore or by sea

Corruption!!!

The World is Full of Corruption,

People have Lost their Courage and Determenation,

Our Peace is Lost,

And Unity is Lost,

At every now crossing we find cases of murder,

On each corner we meet hurdless,

Everybody is running after money

Oh!Maker of Universe,

Free the World from this Curse

Corruption has made a dark Cave,

Where Whole of world is its Slave...

Now You Are Gone

Description of dis Poem:"Words were spoken that weren't meant and now there is much damage that must be mended"

A heart is torn open,

A love is broken,

A life is empty,

With few words spoken.

The words are spoken,

Are what I appear?

Like the loss of your Friendship,

Is the blank I fear?

Knowing you hate me,

Is a terrible fate?

I thought the there was hope,

But it was too late.

What is spoken is spoken,

And what is done is done,

U spoke without thinking,

And know you are gone.

I hope one day that I will

Earn your heart back

Because I still truly love you

And that us a fact.