you see words
cryptic ions juxtaposed
to deliver meaning --
significance;
yet you
do not know me
the blank space
and the unsaid --
clues to my mystic self
unreleased
you read --
analyze
dissect
my meanings
yet I do not sit
in front of you
drinking absinthe tea
nor philosophising about Ernest
and you think you
know me
so tell me
how can you know me?












Awesome write
of course unintentionally. It is a great thinking piece. How do I know you? Beyond what your words state, I don't; I can't. And even then, who is to say that the words are true or what your intention originally was. A very interesting piece.




But on the other hand , if one reads a persons writings constantly , one can form an opinion about a small part of that person , ( maybe how they think about certain things , one can read pain between the lines of what appears to be a happy poem , the same as one can tell if a painfull poem is just that...a poem , because in such a case it lacks true emotion and those can usually be detected . But to say that I know you , or you know me ....now that would be taking it abit too far , as we have lives that exist far beyond of what we choose to write about .Your write made alot of sense , yet I found it to be abit sarcastic and arrogant , as most people that I deal with on here anyway are a very kind and generous group <-----and yes , that part of them I know , and I take each comment that is written to me or about me very humbly , as those people took the time and effort to read and comment , and hence I owe them the curtesy to thank them , rathe then reproach them with an" How can you presume......."






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