Howdy folks! ♥
When we join, become a member of a website, we never think that the programmer or programmers of the site is/are going to use our login information to track us to use for deceptive purposes to cause havoc in our lives or to cause us and/or our devices harm. If this were the case, no one would be joining any site!
I do believe for the most part, most computer programmers have and live by some sort of a code of ethics and I'm aware some tracking is done for advertising purposes. But what I speak of here is NOT about tracking for advertising purposes. My login information was used to track me, yes, but also to use it to gain access to my computers in a profoundly invasive way; to watch and see and know EVERYTHING I am doing and saying, particularly in private. ..And not only have my computers has he gained access to, but also my phones, beginning with my landline.
It's been going on for eleven plus years, almost twelve, that I've been able to trace back to and so, it's become blatantly obvious I'm dealing with a person who has no real life to speak of, of his own, if he has nothing better to do with his time than to invade my life. I would hate to have his Karma bill! He must like to paint his own portrait as a despicable human being. ♥
"Cyberstalking Nightmare"
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Back in two thousand plus some years more of five,
When computers I'd just met, didn't yet with jive;
When a computer was just a box of technology,
A box of fascination and luring like a giant mystery,
I ventured out onto the Web, called the Internet,
And a choice I made then became a nightmare and is yet.
In the month of March, just inside the line,
I joined a community site, thought to be fine.
At first, though a newbie, it was an enjoyable place
And I was more than delighted to meet each new face.
Besides much to learn, there were so many things to do,
A place of fantasy for artists as well as writers, too.
I grew to love this place. It was my online home
And never too far away from this site did I roam.
I became devoted and dedicated, I couldn't do enough.
Wiki work I loved along with all sorts of other stuff.
Contributing to the site with graphics, time, and money
I considered as a pleasure but my reward wasn't funny.
Later on I joined another site, for children was its fame,
Built with like features and the owner was also the same.
In time I joined the staff who help to run each site
And became the grand mod and for awhile, all was alright.
Then the monkey business began, sporadically at first
Pranks were played on me, increasingly the worst.
I assumed they were because of a glitch or a bug,
But eventually I would lift and see underneath the rug.
The owner and the programmer, of the same identity,
Was behind the pranks that were happening to me.
I attempted to find out the what for and too, the why
From him, then others, but the results were only dry.
Instead, the owner and the staff mocked and bullied me
And I was grossly ostracised, called paranoid and crazy.
Then to add insult to injury I would also have to learn,
The second in command was plotting to destroy me and burn.
She had learned of the owner's secret activity;
Jealous she became and wanted to get rid of me.
All this was bad enough but it was just the beginning part,
For pranks became violations, the true nightmare would start.
With my login data, he was provided much information
That he would then use to track me, commit each violation.
He hacked into my emails, my websites, anywhere I was online,
Then into my computer and would gain access to my landline.
He knows everything I do, everything I say
That's done via technology, each and every day.
Eleven years and counting and this nightmare goes on
And there's nothing I can do about this spying jon.
He tracks packages right up to my front door;
Makes spam calls to my phone daily and galore.
He stalks me everywhere across the Internet,
Makes sure I know his presence, lest I should forget.
He destroyed my computer on October 4, 2015,
Fulfilling his threat to remove me from the online scene.
His presence in my life I must live with every day,
Whether I like it or not, since I'm without any say.
Yes, I've reported him to the FBI and too, the FCC.
They are well aware what he is, has been doing to me.
Still, they do nothing though equipped with resources
And many others I've pursued, many other courses.
But all avenues have led me to just another dead end
And I'm left to live with this anguish I can't mend.
Most don't want to know; most don't want to hear
About this hell I live with daily, year after year.
I try to brush it off by applying humour any time I can,
But the fact is I'm dealing with an obsessive, sick man.
He lives on his computer and hides behind it, too,
Uses his tech skills to wreak havoc, stir his sick brew.
In life we go through many unpleasant circumstances,
But eventually we get through them, can then make advances
To move forward with the ugly and the pain left behind.
We accept the fact that life can be at times quite unkind.
I keep hoping for the day, waiting to place this in my past,
But this ongoing nightmare appears it's to forever last.
How I wish I could turn back the hands of time
And know what I know now, written in this rhyme.
But I cannot and so, this torment with I must live
And grasp each spec of joy life to me will give.
To say it's not easy dealing with this nightmare I face
Is redundant but not when you're trying to do so with grace.
I've offered my forgiveness, even understanding,
But this is just a game to him, his ego is demanding.
He can't be very happy, if his life is to follow me around
Everywhere, with spam calls, as to me they are bound.
His life must be empty, of fulfillment, pitiful and lacking,
If he's so obsessed with my life to keep on with his hacking.
💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2018-04-27 22:11:00 (EDT)
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote
Howdy folks! ♥
With some people it's difficult to figure out their path of what they perceive to be logic, when their actions and behaviour make absolutely no sense whatsoever. Trying to reason with such individuals is futile. Yet, these same individuals will have the audacity to label you as crazy. It's too bad there aren't mirrors to give these individuals, that when they would look into such a mirror, they would actually SEE themselves as they show themselves to others, instead of looking at themselves as their ego tells them they are. ♥
"Addict Of A Different Sort"
THIS is definitely a serious affliction, even have to seek me out on PoetrySoup!
PATHETIC!
Someone that I know has a serious affliction,
Not chemically induced though, is their addiction.
He is always needing another dose or fix
In one way or another or in ways, a mix.
Though I don't know why, how he became addicted,
He clearly shows to me he's definitely afflicted.
He believes he doesn't give indistinct hints
And no, he doesn't, just very distinct glints.
Now, what I will describe will seem silly indeed,
But to the one afflicted, it's an unhealthy need.
He cannot help himself for he cannot stay away
From this need of his of a fix each and every day.
So, continually, consistently, he follows me around
To see what I'm doing and to hear my voice, the sound.
Although to me, such seems too preposterous to picture,
In his life he has made me a permanent fixture.
Eleven years and counting, this has been underway.
One would think he'd tire to waste his life this way.
But it seems the more time that does goes by,
His addiction deepens and still I know not why.
As with every addict, his response is the same,
Denies he is is obsessed, refusing thus to claim.
But as with every addict who can't themselves, see,
To those looking on, the picture's painted clearly.
Oh, but there's more that needs to be said
And his logic will make you dizzy in your head.
He emphatically states he wants nothing to do with me,
But who is the one stalking to make his presence be?
His actions and behaviour tell everything to know
And for his addiction, he'll stoop to a level, low.
Eavesdropping is illegal, as is privacy invasion,
But somehow he justifies his every violation.
As with every addict, their admission of's a must.
Or else attempts to free themselves will be a bust.
Once this obstacle is met; head on, squarely faced,
The cause(es) of their addiction can then be traced.
I can only feel sorry for him, the prison he is in.
What a heavy burden he carries all around, within.
For one's life to be dependent upon such a crux
Can only be pathetic, a life that only sucks.
I wish I could help him but there's nothing I can do,
Although I've tried to show him there's good in him, too.
Even though he stalks me, clings to my every word,
He resents me greatly, making him appear even more absurd.
Perhaps, my perception could be altered a bit,
If I thought for a second I was with his heart a hit.
Then I could at least be able to somewhat comprehend
The reason for his constant watch that seems without end.
But change can only come when he chooses to make it
And not rely on his ego, enabling him to fake it.
To be someone's fix is not pleasant in the least,
When all you say and do is consistently policed.
💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2018-03-24 23:03:00 (EST)
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"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote
Howdy folks! ♥
I'm pretty sure that everyone has met up with, crossed paths with, people who are miserable. Miserable people are insensitive, inconsiderate, cruel, nasty, hurtful, etc., etc., both with their words and their actions/behaviours without due cause. In other words for no reason at all, they talk and behave this way. They don't care they cause harm to and hurt others or that they carry out wrongs against others. They don't care about themselves in ways that count and so, they are incapable of caring about others as well. In fact, there are miserable people who actually delight in causing harm to others, even thrive on such despicable behaviour. Causing harm to others includes saying deliberate hurtful remarks and comments as well, causing internal pain, a very real pain, which can be felt within the person on the receiving end and is likely already in existence in the one causing it. Regardless however, about why miserable people inflict pain, doing so can't be justified simply because they are hurting inside themselves even though miserable people do exactly this, whether consciously or subconsciously.
The key thing to remember when having unfortunate encounters with miserable people is, it is "they" who are miserable "with themselves" and they're seeking to make others as miserable as they are, because it is true, "Misery loves company". They want others to "share their pain with them", because miserable people are really 'suffering people'. They are suffering inside for a number of reasons or a combination of. Insecurities: feeling inadequate in some way or ways, low self esteem deeming themselves as not having much value or worth, feeling unsuccessful, feeling unimportant, haven't realised or found their life's purpose, immaturity, etc., are all things that can contribute to a person feeling miserable.
Miserable people try to project onto others that which they don't like within or about themselves. By projecting onto others what they don't like about themselves, they think they're ridding themselves of whatever they're projecting and whoever they're projecting on, they think they're bringing that person down closer to their level and in so doing, they feel they've lifted themselves and even a sense of accomplishment with their behaviour. In their mind they think they are taking away from the other person what they see in themselves lacking. If they can't or don't have whatever it is they're coveting, they don't think another should either. 'Course, it's a very immature way of thinking.
When miserable people meet up with, especially people who are happy. loving, caring, successful and/or are good at what they do, are well liked by others, have integrity, and/or who are attractive in appearance to name some positive characteristics, this triggers resentment, jealousy, envy, etc.. People don't covet bad traits or characteristics in another person, but covet quality and good ones. A person covets because they feel they are lacking that which they covet. For this reason, it's good to remember that jealousy is really "inverted admiration".
A person who is mature, balanced, well adjusted is secure and comfortable with themselves and is aware of both their attributes and their shortcomings. When they see characteristics in others they find admirable, they don't covet. Instead, they are inspired and will make a conscious decision to try to incorporate into their own character what they see positive in another person. An immature person covets. A mature person is inspired.
I'm not saying though that mature, balanced, and well adjusted people don't experience feeling miserable from time to time, because anyone can and I dare say most have and/or do here and there, because life itself comes with curve balls, bumpy roads, and unexpected unpleasantness. But the difference is, well adjusted people don't allow themselves to remain in a state of misery. They find a way to fight against and rise above the unpleasantness so they can carry on with their life in a way that's workable for them to move forward productively without harbouring bitterness, resentment, and/or hatred in their hearts.
I honestly believe one of the best things that can be done for another person who is in that quagmire of misery is to help them find within themselves their own value, worth, and purpose, whether it be again or for the first time. However, there are some who have built a wall so thick and so tall, it's impenetrable and then there are others who just want to stay in that miserable quagmire state and seem to like wallowing in their misery and inflicting pain and misery onto others. ♥
"The Miserable"
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With all the rotten behaviour seen on the Internet,
It is best to remember, don't let ourselves forget
That those who are with themselves, so disatisfied,
Inflict their misery onto others to feel more gratified.
People who are bullies; are heartless, cruel, and mean,
Carry around within themselves a very ugly scene.
Because for who and what they are, they feel contempt,
They want others to be like them. No one is exempt.
Instead of taking measures to help themselves improve,
They choose to burrow deeper into the misery groove,
Because to rise above, there's initiative required
Of self motivation along with betterment desired.
Inadequacies within, though very unappealing,
The Miserable choose to compensate for by stealing
From others who have worked for and earned integrity,
As trophies for their vainness to share in their misery.
Actions and behaviours reflect on the source
Not on directed targets nor intended course.
The Miserable are only capable of misery projection;
Their ignorance cannot grasp their miserable reflection.
Wallowers in misery seek more company
Wanting others to feel their own misery.
Bringing down others to share their lowly roost
Is the highlight of their life and their only boost.
The Mierable will stop at nothing in their pursuit,
With no level too low to stoop to suck in a recruit.
They respect no boundaries; their wrongs they justify.
Deception of all sorts is their guide they live by.
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It's important to remember to keep things in perspective,
To know the truth behind another's cruel objective.
For when we understand why others are unkind,
They cannot steal from us our own peace of mind.
When we encounter people who cause us a frowning,
We can be sure in misery they are drowning.
When all they can project is hate and bitterness,
They're void of anything except self loathsomeness.
However, bad behaviours we must not condone,
Incorporate or feed, make them part of our own.
Wrongs never make a right, regardless of the count,
And only right can override and the wrong surmount.
Greet negative with positive; wrongs greet with right;
Meet lies with truth; to all darkness meet with Light.
Never participate in an arena where there are no rules,
Where the grand prize is misery, awarded by its fools.
Unless one is a hermit, hidden from the world,
It's impossible to avoid all the misery being hurled.
Though we are tempted, we must take a stand
For misery is a slippery slope right into quicksand.
We can only show others a better alternative;
The choice they make thereafter with how they live,
Is theirs and theirs alone which they will decide
To stay on misery's path or to seek a better ride.
"The Miserable among us, so rotten and so rude,
Make themselves clairvoyant with their attitude.
As they attack others, they paint their self portrait
Of their miserable existence and pathetic state."
💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem/design by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2016-12-28 19:47:00 (EST)
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As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
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Howdy folks! ♥
Anyone who creates havoc in another person's life and/or causes another pain, unpleasantness, stress, grief, etc., in my book is a MONSTER! ♥
"Monster"
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Everywhere I go a monster tags along,
No matter what I do, everything is wrong.
It seems he has attached himself to my life, to me,
No matter what I do, I can't of him shake free.
I do not wish to slay the monster,
He just needs to get a life,
One that doesn't cause me
All this stress and strife.
His life must be a pathetic one
If it's so important for him to
Stalk me on the Internet and
Eavesdrop on my phones, too.
Then because he didn't like
What I, to a friend, said,
He destroyed the harddrive,
Made my computer dead.
Many friends fear the monster
And so their distance keep,
But I cannot blame them
For fear of what they'll reap.
If they should be too close,
Or stand in my defense,
Because he is a jealous monster,
Wrath he will dispense.
Male friends who are
Especially close and dearly,
He hates fiercely and so,
Then punishes me severely.
So this battle I must fight
Mostly by myself, alone,
Praying for the strength
I'll need to be my very own.
But the day will come when,
At last I will be free
Of the monster who delights in
And lives to torment me.
To the Monster stalking me,
I just have this to say,
"There is inside of you
A better person than you display."
💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
Poem by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2017-10-21 13:26:00 (EST)
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Poem derived from:
The computer programmer who's been stalking me and invading my privacy for over a decade and counting.
"Have a blessed day; count your blessings, every one,
As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote
Howdy folks! ♥
"Anyones number many, are present everywhere;
Exceptions number few and to find, are indeed, rare."
~ Artsieladie Quote ♥
"When we settle for being an anyone, we forfeit our unique
And we allow at best mediocrity to, for us then speak."
~ Artsieladie Quote ♥
"Anyone can be an anyone. It takes no special skill
When one's ego is in charge, controlling their free will."
~ Artsieladie Quote ♥
"Anyone Can"
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Anyone Can steal; Anyone Can lie;
Anyone Can cheat and then deny.
Anyone Can be resentful and bitter,
Give up easily and be then, a quitter.
Anyone Can allow themselves to hate;
Feed into their ego and perpetuate.
Anyone Can serve only their own selfish gain;
Be greedy for possessions to hoard as they obtain.
Anyone Can be thoughtless, hurtful, and crude;
Inconsiderate, obnoxious, spiteful, and rude.
Anyone Can be phony, fake, and superficial;
Project a version of themselves that's artificial.
Anyone Can bully, be mean and ostracise,
Judge others unfairly and always criticise.
Anyone Can hold grudges, be unforgiving;
Be irresponsible in the life they are living.
Anyone Can be arrogant and demanding,
Without empathy or any understanding.
Anyone Can treat others with contempt,
While from the same, feel they are exempt.
Anyone Can encroach upon another's life,
Create havoc, cause undue stress and strife.
Anyone Can violate laws and crimes commit
Just because they reason to and so, see fit.
Anyone Can, through their life, breeze,
And not give a damn, live as they please,
Without any regards for others to care;
Take, take, take and never give or share.
Anyone Can talk a good talk and promises make,
That with a grain of salt only others should take.
Anyone Can against others commit wrong,
Then refuse blame that with them does belong.
Anyone Can do easy; do only what's desired
Where no self restraint or effort is required.
Anyone Can give in to all of life's temptations,
Then make excuses for their character's limitations.
There are so many things that Anyone Can do,
Requiring no quality characteristics for one to pursue.
'Anyones' settle for their least and for being weak;
Settle for being common and forfeit their unique.
To be an 'anyone' it takes no special skill;
No courage whatsoever to follow ego's will.
'Anyones' say and do whatever comes to mind;
Have no self control, care not if they're unkind.
'Anyones' are a dime a dozen and are seen everywhere,
While exceptional 'exceptions' are indeed so rare.
The world of 'anyones' is vast; densely populated
With those who think 'exceptions' are highly overrated.
Anyone Can be an 'anyone', blend into today's crowd,
Where they are justified; where egos are so proud;
Where self promotion thrives, modesty does not;
Where society, morals and honesty, no more has got.
Anyone Can be an 'anyone', the easiest route to take,
Where good character doesn't exist to ever be at stake.
But without good character, self worth is non-existent,
As is self discipline to, bad behaviours, be resistant.
'Exceptions' are the exception; 'anyones' are the rule,
With the 'anyones' believing they are each a jewel.
Anyone Can be an 'anyone' to fit into today's norm,
But to be an 'exception' requires much character reform.
Anyone Can be an 'anyone' but an 'exception' cannot be,
Unless they change course, cultivating traits of integrity.
Herein lies the problem since tremendous effort is required.
To be an 'exception', the change to, must foremost be desired.
Anyone Can be an 'anyone'. It's the easiest way to be.
Hence, the plentiness of 'anyones' makes up a giant sea.
So, if we choose to be an 'anyone', there is nothing else to say,
While being an 'exception', speaks volumes words cannot portray.
💗 Have a blessed day! 💗
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©2017-01-03 08:08:00 (EST)
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As your day begins, throughout, and when your day is done."
~ Artsieladie Poetic Quote
Greetings all, from Artsieladie! ♥
"The Unspoken Knowledge"
I know more than I say and way more than I speak,
Of what I have learned, as the Truth I choose to seek.
I observe more than I say, notice way more than I repeat,
Pay attention to obscurities, drenched in knowledge sweet.
People say much more in what they do not say,
In what they avoid to address, they give themselves away.
I read between their lines in their hidden verse,
Where their real is exposed, are afraid of to disperse.
I note the inconsistencies, in my memory they're recorded
And when they show conflicting, the Truth I am afforded.
People only mind and thus will get angry and upset,
When secrets they are keeping and wanting to forget.
I invite anyone to think a stupid fool am I,
Because my heart's voice will not be quiet, shy.
Please be my guest, assume what you will,
Whatever floats your boat, gives you a thrill.
But don't be too surprised, if when me you try to fry,
You find yourself already cooked and hung out to dry.
Because as I go along, I am acutely made aware
Of both what is said and the avoidance of with care.
When people with me try to pretend
They are my buddy, they are my friend,
I'll let them believe that I think they are,
Frenemies are focused on by my super keen radar.
When someone sneaks around and behind my back,
Thinking I'm not seeing, that I'm not keeping track,
Of whom I can or cannot Trust, this is how I'll learn,
Who is really true and who will try to me, burn.
I suggest to all those who try to pull my leg,
It won't take me long to figure you and peg,
But you won't know this. You won't have a clue.
You'll think you're fooling me but I'll be fooling you!
Now, special verses I am including here,
Just to make a point very, very clear.
Mess with my heart or assist someone to,
Be prepared then, the rewards awaiting you!
Cause my heart great pain, heartache, and grief,
Just to please your ego or to be a jealous thief,
Or for any other reason you choose, elect to justify,
The world will learn who you are with proof as my ally.
I know when I'm being fooled and I know when I am not.
If the fore you choose to partake of, it won't be forgot.
I will forgive though, for with my forgiveness I am free,
But the forgiven by shackles of guilt, will laden be.
Oh, yeah, I do, know way more than I say,
But this doesn't mean I'll give this all away.
Especially to one pulling wool over my eyes,
And I KNOW they are in spite of their disguise.
