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The following was written by Graham who is a good friend of mine.

CYBER REALITY

Under these masks we are lonely and fearing
Desperately wanting to believe what we're hearing
We like to believe their intentions are right
Believing they're friends as we chat thru the night
We build up the image of them in our mind
Thinking they're genuine, loving and kind
But some think its cyber, its not real you see
So they make a persona, what they'd like to be
Spin their plausible yarns and deceive with their lies
And leave broken down dreams and desperate cries

But sadly so often we give of our heart
Then reality strikes and our world falls apart
Then we stare at the 'puter for hours on end
Not believing the actions of this so-called friend
How could they do this, they said they were true
Those words flowed so easy, those words "I love you"
To some its the truth and to others, no bother
Don't answer the email, move on to another

Our shattered hearts ache, when nothing remains
We realise duplicity struck us again
Leaving minds in a whirl, and hearts in a spin
Do morals check out, when the modem clicks in?
GrahamB 1997


Here is some poetry that my Uncle, Bobby Ray Sr. wrote.


Old dogs, Young ladies, and Used cars

Have you ever stopped to look at a thing you most want to see
It shines and glistens so brightly it hurts your eyes
You wonder what about this thing that drives you to seek it
Once seen it holds little mystery and slowly is lost
The desire is gone
The need for it is lying dormant under a haze of familiarity
The treasures on the distant horizon have worth beyond belief
Those lying at our feet have no value at all

..............................

Searching for Me

I went looking for a place to be
I searched and looked but found no place just for me.

I just want to find how it is to see
A place in this life for a boy without the key

I'm not real sure which way to go or look
I'm told the answer is in the book

I've read and listened and been told
Life isn't all silver and gold

What is this life I so dearly chase?
Why is it so hard to meet face to face?

If it would just come look me in the eye
I might find out Who am I!!

..............................

Ramblings

As I sit here with rambling mind I think of things of every kind
I think of rain and sun with equal delight
I drift into music and views of the mind
Rumbling, rambling, bumping along this meandering flight
This ain't so bad I think to myself I wonder why no one ever knows
It is like being in a house of mirrors with views from every angle
I look up down all around in here everything shows
You can't hide from your mind and it's curious tangle
If I look real hard I can see tomorrow
Why should I think and look so furious
I might just divulge some foolish sorrow
I look still with mind so curious
Afraid of what I see afraid I might not

..............................

The Refrigerator

What happens when you close the refrigerator door
Does the jam flip it's lid and dance on the floor

Do the pickles sing a sour tune
While the tomatoes begin to sweetly croon

I wonder if the cheese might decide to speak
As the lettuce and olives play hide and seek

I guess I'll never know without a doubt
Because when you close the door the light goes out

..............................

Destiny

Our destiny awaits
Beyond the edge of sanity's gates

Where does this miasmic existence live
Does it our daily dreams so freely give

Oh, but if I could into the future fleetly look
And know the result of the turns my life so gallantly took

I would make nary a bobble with my life's perfect task
Go about its' work and not a question would ask

But, the ways of future reality isn't ours to view
All we can try is to carefully choose

Our future is nothing more than a notional game
Today's decisions are tomorrow's failure or fame

Worry not over this unanswerable inquisition
For it has no more foundation than childish superstition


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