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Courage to walk past the computer
without turning it on
when I'm running late for work,
And the wisdom to know
the difference between
"come to bed now" meaning
"let's have some fun"
and
"come to bed NOW"
meaning "that computer has got to go"!
Amen
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The reason for this comes from deep down within.
Throughout our lives, from birth to the grave,
Our impressions of others
come from how they behave.
We can touch them, feel them,
see them, and hear them,
the truth of their words through a multi-sensed ear.
We can tell by their eyes, or their language,
or looking at their body language,
If their words are sincere or out of a book.
But online the words we read on the screen,
We interpret to say what we want them to mean.
Our innermost feelings are brought forth there,
From the words that appear
on the screen where we stare.
Does "I love you" from them
mean the same as from me?
Or am I only a game to them and should I then flee?
Are they laughing, or joking, or smirking, or worse?...
While I pour out my heart in short little spurts?
And that night on the phone,
when we spoke those same words,
Did they hang up
and say "Good God, what a nerd!"?
In all other places, we choose friends with care.
Online, it is sad, we must truly beware.
To all of you whom
I've shared with from
within my heart...
Remember, be gentle, even though far apart.
Because "I love you"
from me comes from truth, inside,
Where trust and hope and my true feelings hide.
And no matter the image I show to the rest,
While with you I share my fears,
hopes and thoughts.
And I pray when we meet I am all that I seem.
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With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all out woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
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 the puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
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