Virtual World
He logs in to an empty chat room
a place in his mind where he belongs
a place where names feel like faces
a space in his minds dialog
Every one online has but one thing in common….”we all have no lives!!” you sit in the corner of a house that is empty of use, listening to words in your minds eye that you review,the roar of a crowd in your modems song…. la de da / la de da / la de da….
Oh words, the taste of the pack of the words rushing and pressing in the full lust of the word readers guessing .The glow of the monitors scrolling words that I’ve heard .The sounds so profound and the passions they stir. I listen and wait,the moments they take…. till the coming of something I can hardly wait. The voices, the fever … words dance like a weaver, crafted like thinking…. pondering feelings flow and leaving a word crafter, phrase master, key dancer, working in the wandering words in my mind. Lift lightly in the attic of my mind, wandering in the memory’s of my life time… pictures painted in the phrases, flow before my monitor mind … as I feel the compression of my time…talking to 4 people all at once, it is like a mental lunch….food for the mind.
And how I hunger for the words when there are none. Where are the thinking thinkers thinking thoughts…where are they, when they are not.
OOoohhhh god………
O god of cyber souls … lost in the monitors glow … get a life is what I have been told, by the ones who have no time to stroll the vistas and the mountain of this ocean of souls. Thetide of names that I have known … the flood of voices that have glowed.. Roaring.. laughing.., chatting .., calling to the world of the unknown …. words that move like thinking thoughts, saying all the wonders taught in word craft of their memory’s working past that they have caught…..
Then …. then… the tide ebbs them away … away till another day …. the silence of the times decay …. waiting for the new chat names … waiting for the new ways they say the same things a different way….
One voice come …. and then there are two…. three , then four followed by a multitude …. OOohhhh the joy of the delight as they sing out all themight of the words …. that flow like feelings from the wonder of each being … and the passion and the reeling … laughing talking and life’s meaning.
And the reader listens as he is reading … to the voices in his mind, feeling all the many feelings like he really had a life. Like the silence in his life was being filled with words in type.
But he sits alone in a house that is still and dark… waiting for some one to come online in an empty chat room, on an empty chat messenger…
