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Green With Envy
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My friend, I do not know which way to look
For love, which seems to have faded away.
Imagine that my life is but a dusted shut book
That will not open; nor does it shine a light
To travelled places where I have been blessed.
My friend, the distance from my heart is
Equal to the distance from where I've rested.
In strange words I have spoken of lost love.
And yet I have not found a worthy substitute
For hearts opened by my smiles. Alas I am
Emptied of charms that blow as a flute upon
The air which is green with envy for my look.
My friend, it is useless to correct the past
Which begins in error, and sadly never lasts.
C'est un chef d'oeuvre !
C'est un chef d'oeuvre !
Vive le Quebec libre!
your soul is as an empty
your soul is as an empty dusty book as mine the difference, you are not only a poet but a magician, you make me laught sometimes when i read your comments,. because like me you really don`t give a care, except, like wise, you never intend to hurt anyones, i know, that for sure.
i am a poet but i spend more time in what did you call it"blablabla alternative rubbish" you make me smile.
i like in Nela in the himalya and Tibet and beleive me, i saw things i would never reveal here, they would call the spy right away to lovck me up!
bless/light Herve/Margot.
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.
well i am not going to
well i am not going to commented on u look, your hide your hide too wel, something which i find intriguing it has be say, i have this weird "call condition" bbut, my eyes change with my moods it is actually a true condition ( i don`t like when the doctor tell me it is A DISEASE) but like today, after having learn some rather terminal news ( iwish i had you faith, buty once upon a time, me and god/ Jesus were best mate) and we felt apart.; anyway, it has been 3 dyas i have found out the bad news, to be honest i knew it would not be good, and strangely since the past 3 daYS MY EYES ARE deep grey, whn i am in the sun, i love the sun, so much, my eyes turn either light blue or blue/ green.
check on google, i know sound crazy but it is a real medical condition, personnally, i love my eys grey, lke today, whn the sky is grey in London
what i am going on about, anyway, you come to me as a very christian mam, i might be wrong as i always say, i only presume from peoples poems, but i love this one, because, they is no mention of god and aqs hooriblei might sound, to me, this is YOU speaking with you heart and soul both in harmony, no many peoples as you know can acheive this.
everyone praise you, but i only leave comments to poems who make me vibrate, and this make me vibrate, because, MAYBE U THINK I TAL RUBBISH, I KNOW SO WELL, WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO TELL THE WORLD.
i stood naked more then once too. it is superbe, you are blantly enought, but please one day soon, cos i won`t be on the net anymore soon, u must show me your eyes.
and stop preaching for compliment, u aRE a a good looking man, even with this glasses! i am a man who see love in peoples eyes.
blessings, Herve/Margot.
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.
This is a true conversation.
This is a true conversation.