Nothing but a ghost

No heart has she,

Her soul is blank.

Empty as the sea,

dark and rank.

She lives in misery,

In swamps of hate.

There is no mystery,

of her soulless state.

She sucks the life

leaves nothing but venom.

Twists the knife

Into her victim.

Yet the joke you see is on her

Who she pains the most,

Emptiness to endure,

When you are nothing but a ghost.

 

Welcome little spy

get smart phone

You think I don’t see you?

You think I am naive.

Slinking around on your belly

while your curiosity you relieve

Say hello to your little friends

I know they are here too.

I know you see

By the things that you do.

You are silly and strange

Bought really cheap

Information you arrange

To send them you creep.

The stalker can’t do it

The law won’t allow

So you do it yourself

You idiot cow.

 

 

No internet?

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Yesterday for whatever reason there was little or no internet. It wasn’t just local service, friends of mine all over the country and in other countries reported the same thing. Calling Verizon Fios my provider didn’t help they just told me there was an “issue”. The incident seemed to go unobserved by the media. Now this made me curious. Could it be a hacker that got into the web and messed with all the works and they don’t want us to know? Is the web so used now that it is overloaded? Seems coincidental that Ramadan, Fourth of July and other holidays are coming up. It also made me think. What if one day we all woke up and there was no more internet? How would we cope?

Because of social media and the internet I have friends all over the world. Except for snail mail and who knows if that would work either as everything is computerized now I would have no way of contacting them. Even though some I have never physically met I feel very close to a lot of them. I wonder why. Could it be without the physicality we can truly know another person or is it that we project what we wish we could be and that is who others friend?

Without the internet, a lot of our lives would change drastically. For a medium that really has only gone mainstream in the past thirty or so years, it has changed all of our lives. Our blogs are a way of connecting and expressing ourselves. What if tomorrow they were gone? Would we then write stories again with pen and paper? How many of you would continue to write even though you aren’t getting the instant gratification of seeing others read your work?

Are we writers because of blogs and for no other reason?

All of this really made me stop and think. If we have enemies that want to take civilization down. They don’t need bombs to do it. Only a keyboard. That my friend is frightening.

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