The Chronicles of mebeFree

I am True but I'm not Real,
I am Sincere but I'm not Reachable!
I am Truthful but I'm Untoucable,
I am Lovable but I am out of Hugs!

When you think it's me, I am Not!
You thought you see me, you just might Not!
When you thought you knew me, you May not!
We are all for a thought, as we're on the bLoG!

If you think I just bLoG, I simply just not!
I have the Words that could rock,
I am the tune that you just might sought!
Am I or am I Not?

But truely I am no other,
Then The Midnite bLoGger!
I am also The Midnite Surfer!
I am the one at a place they called BLOGGER!

My POEMs sing out loud to your hearts,
Sweet, sentimental and very soft!
I'm also yours truely The Midnite Cowboy,
Well, do you know Not?

I am that guy who roamed the Streets,
I get around at nite and feel the Breeze,
The joyous blue bird that flies so free,
It's the symbolic icon of mebeFree!

In appreciation to my good artist friend, Abeth Rivera

who took the time and effort to sketch me,

and thanks to her for sweeping away my discarded paper!

In our bLoGosphere

A puzzled poem posted @one of my Yahoo360 friend's space. 
No title and no pix. Enjoy!

We sit and we type,
and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder,
what this possibly means.

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 our 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 ICQ 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.