Must you know me
or, just my words?
Do you know me
through my words?
Do you?
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March 2007 - November 6, 2012
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March 2007 - November 6, 2012
10 comments:
Only bits and pieces
Do we know
Your wit and kindness
This we know
Your hopes and fears
Some we know
What we don't know
I don't know
Through words we can become more real
as Arthur C. Clark, or smart, like Asimov, or big as trees through the eyes of nts as given to us by Tolkien.
We are that fog on little cat feet
Oh we were a tree!
But, were we?
wait...
weren't we?
Do I know you?
In ways you'll never guess... yes. Some ways... no.
But I've seen the smile live and in person, that's all I NEED to know.
What beautiful poetry, Mr Kudzu!
Berry, we always wonder. Never knowing for sure.
Mick...sometimes what we know is enough.
thank you, gentlemen.
A little glimpse into your world
by the words you leave us here
Don't reveal it all
hold some things back...
Keep some mystery there...
Your words are like little windows into your soul. The truer your words, the clearer the view. Thank you for the glimpses you give us. We all are voyeurs...
Having met and talked with you face-to-face, I find you, the person, to be totally consistent with you, the words...
It's funny how we can mold, adjust, form a new person here in cyberspace simply through our words. We can direct, misdirect, wreak all sorts of things. It's nice to know from another that the person behind the mask of words is just like the mask she carries. *s*
Nope...
I visit here for a long time - say years, enjoy reading your words, but never leave a comment. Pity, but it changed today. I may not know you, like I may never understand myself.
Mark, I've seen you on my sitemeter many times. To me, it is not a pity that you commented. I hope you do so again.
We all search for understanding.
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