Pyro poems,


    Live & let live.


    Please don't mistake me,
    Or try to make me the shadow of anybody else.
                                                   A line from a Turtles song


    Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering.
                                          A quote from StarWars Episode 1


    Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...
    Darn kids. They're all alike.
    But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?
    I am a hacker, enter my world...
    Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this junk they teach us bores me...
    Darn underachiever. They're all alike.
    I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."
    Darn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.
    I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...
    Or feels threatened by me...
    Or thinks I'm mocking it
    Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...
    Darn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.
    And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.
    "This is it... this is where I belong..."
    I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
    Darn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...
    You bet we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
    This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you callus criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
    Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.
    A Genious web page deigner, with a little toning down (less swearing) by me


    Cowards die many times before their deaths,
    The valiant never tasts of death but once.
                                                             William Shakspear


    Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
    It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
    seeing that death, a nesesary end,
    Will come when it will come.
                                                             William Shakspear
 


    The times have been,
    That when the brains were out,
    The man would die, & there an end,
    But now they rise again.
                                                             William Shakspear


    To GOD be the glory,
    With his blood he saved me,
    With his power he raised me.


    All you need is love.
                                                 John Lennon of the Beatles


    The first shall be last, and the last first,
    The hunter shall be the hunted, and the hunted the hunter


    We can manipulate you however we want.
    We can read and change your personal datas.
    We can take your identity. Kill your existence.
    We can come near to you from everywhere in the world.
    You can't escape!


The poems that Pyro Amos live, thinks, hope & dreams by.