What is your fear—that you are not
beautiful?
The valley's are jealous, my true.

The story is truer than you will
not know,
trailing roots in the rivers of snow.

The patterns of sand the Sahara
makes by hand
can't grasp your vexing shape.

And it is your heart I so found in
the dark,
nestled stark in the moss of a cave.

What is your fear—that they will not
love you?
Be patient once more, my sky.

The moon will deceive you to thinking
that so,
but—listen, my love—not I.

Computer love is what we all need
oh yes! it beats all communications indeed
Sit as you are for no one does care
Let your fingers do the talking if you dare

You will be excited and thrilled
when a message came from a stranger
Better eh? than to be alone like the 'Lone Ranger'

Let your fingers do the talking from your side
Typing all sweet words that traveled
to reach someone so far on the other side

We now have a computer
Upon a click you'd find your crush
ask for her e mail fast...dot dot dash
So why not use it before it does crash ?

It needs daily rhythm in keeping it alive
Friendly fingers can help inspiration to thrive
Let your fingers do the talking far and wide

Inviting HELLO POETRY Friends to come along for the ride
You'll be pleased with the results if you don't forget
To send words of cheer to someone you've never met!

Fire, pain and flashes
Screams, cries and moans
Begs for help, begs for mercy
Walls where air should be
Air where walls should be

I'd listen to you
But the voices in my head tell me not to.