The Fresh Cloud Sever

Now this is the story all about how

My cloud server got spawned, no vendor lock down

And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there

I’ll tell you how I became the customer of a hoster called RackAir


In the data centre, wired and networked

On the OpenStack where I spent most of my time

Resizing, imaging, creating VMs

And learning at CloudU, no, not at school

When a couple of servers, they were offline, no good

Started making trouble on my host server

I got high IO and my techs got scared

And I said “You’re moving host server across the openstack-air”


I whistled for a network and when it came online 

the Licensing was ready and had a DNS mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Rack-air!


I pulled up to the control panel, so easy and straight

And I yelled to Rackspace,  “Yo, homes click you later!”

Looked at my server  I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the prince of Rack-air

February 2013


Half a Grand

Half a grand, half a life.

Fully grown, through stress and strife


My soul clenches it’s teeth when bearing your name. Your decision to leave, to board that train.

Did you know it doesn’t come back? Searching for you, you’re hopeless to track.

Physical form gone in despair.

I used to make jokes about your distinct lack of hair.

The question almost that renders a ponder, can you see our hearts growing fonder?

No understanding or care, simply pity. Seriously life couldn’t be more shitty!

I can’t blame others, nor you nor god. They say it was bound, who made this mod?

Words are meaningless, the sounds I spoke. Seeing patterns on ordinary folk.

Papa, my life is so incomplete, where is the guidance? The destined feat.

You left me dad, no map, no light, goddamit dad…… Throat gets tight.

I’m angry with you, I know you know, you don’t tell me off, where did you go?


– Breathe –

Half a grand, half a life. Fully grown, through stress and strife.

Struggles adorn, feeling unborn. show me you, in any form.

Rambling now, exasperating too, when push comes to shove, come to a coo?

Half a grand is 500 days. half a life, total dismay.

April 2012



100 days, what a long time.

100 is that number that is quite magic, sounds very bold, somewhat regal.

100 pence makes the pound. £100, that’s a lot of money, what would you do with a £100?

100 runs, that’s a century, Sachin Tendulkar, Sourav Ganguly.

100 points on the snooker table, from the break Ronnie O’ Sullivan.

100 YMCMB, Birdman from Cash Money.

100 miles, miles per hour, quite fast, speed limit surpassed.

100%, full and proper, the grand total, burger king whopper.

100 degrees, centigrade, water boils, steam made.


100 days, seems like yesterday when you left this cold cold world.

100 days, I haven’t heard your voice.

100 days, not talked to you.

100 days,

it’s been an eternity.

100 days, I’ve missed you so much, what I would do for one more touch.

100 tears, fought them away.

100 steps, house is still empty.

100 thoughts, still so lonely

Papa my dear, its been 100 days, show me a path that doesn’t turn and sway.

100 days since the 8th of March, where my world turned upside down….


June 2011