Tense
August 18, 2012
I hear a piano playing somewhere
far off in the past
that was the present
before a future
became a now
I never did believe in any of this or you
no way
anyhow
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WIDE OPEN FIST
No need to believe to enjoy
The flame in the spear
A no hope country
After all shades have been burned
Glasses on my eyes
Are driving somewhere
As i sit in the midle
Of the unreflected light
Nowhre to run
Nowhere to hide
What could be better
Than the smile of the hurricane
I think I am hallucinating! Do I see an old friend here? Gilles-Marie, it’s been a long time my contrary Frenchman.
I like your poetic response to mine, wise and another way of seeing a situation. By the way, an early Happy Birthday to you! I believe you are now turning 25 again oui? 
17 only plz, “poet’s always 17″, and not “again”, “still” (or always) is better ^^
on august 23rd
IF you are perpetually 17 then you must either A. Stop having birthdays or B. Celebrate one long birthday all year long. 17? Nah, you are at the very least twenty wishing to be 17! In all seriousness, I did recall it is the 23rd as you are also a virgo.
Poets are either chronically adolescent or mature emotionally beyond their years and sometimes when I look in the mirror it is difficult to distinguish which it is.
Brilliant and despairing.
Thanks Brad. Indeed despairing is this life.