My "friends" have no faces

We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.

Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names. 

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

Dreamer

Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one

I hope someday you'll join us

And the world will live as one

Emptiness

A sadness. An emptiness, a hole, in ones own soul. It makes them feel lacking, unworthy... inadequate.
We pursue things in a vain attempt to fill the gap. Because acquisition means worthiness, it means being good enough... and its a stroke of the ego.
We bore with the things we win because the desire is no longer there... we grow confident in our worthiness to have and our ability to acquire that the challenge, the impossibility has disappeared
We always want the most the things we think we cant have... it hurts to feel inadequate... and its fulfilling to find out otherwise.
The excitement of the chase isnt the tease of pray you cant have, because failure hurts... and it isnt the having of the pray you thought you couldnt, because having is boring... but the satisfaction comes at the moment you sink your teeth in and you know you are worthy
You see? Before acquisition we are empty... and after acquisition we are still left feeling empty. This is why material things and material conquests never yields lasting, true satisfaction with life... and it forces some people into the habit, the delusional belief, that continuous indulgence must be made more frequent for more sustained happiness