(Note: It is the middle of 2008. I could erase this. Maybe I will. I'll think about it more. It is a strange little piece looking at it now. What has changed? Have I changed? I suppose I was "down" or blue when I wrote it. But we all get those days, those hours, do we not? Same as the great days, the great hours. Thought I'd mention this. Cheers)
Am I your foil?
I suspect you're my alter ego. Am I your foil? I've been looking for you for years, you know. But if the suspicion's true , the search wouldn't be mutual, would it? You wouldn't be looking for me, you'd be secure. Safe and content in someone's able arms. Surrounded by warm, loving friends and relatives. You'd have a splendid job. You'd be happy with it and its high profile and salary. It's because you are special and super. Because that's my alter ego for you. He lives the near-perfect life. I'm glad for you, alter ego. Sincerely. I wish you continued happiness. MUCH much more of the same. All the luck in the world as well. Goodbye, alter ego. At least I had the pleasure of running into you. It happens every few years instead of every spring. Oh. Do you think one little thing could at least be mutual? The wishing of luck? Please agree. I need someone, you see. Someone to wish me luck .
I do wish you luck and you seem to be living right and publishing these poems on the den. Many review your works and do so with the truth. Your ego is up there and is doing good to you. I surely like your writes and want to read more of them as much as I can. Will take some time as you have so many. Good Luck Tomorrow and the day after and the day after that and the rest of your life.
Reviewed by Amy Hawke
Reviewed on June 15, 2003
I appreciate this poem very much
I believe my conversations are more frequent than the seasons rain
Reviewed by Namu/Jesus
Reviewed on April 1, 2002
Alter ego...m...mm... Yes! inded I knew It it is part of that wich I called brain and enprisons me within the comfines of comformity but also...one little sprout in their, yes I do see... just a little wetter is this ground. Thanx for the fertility you have given to the land and trust to the unbeliver.
Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2002
wonderful write,i think the real loosers are the ones who know zip about real writting,
Follow your heart Randall, never allow your spirit to be dampened by senseless ratings. Keep on writing, let your masterpieces speak for you. I sincerely wish you all the best of luck . P>S> I am glad Our Friend Jan led me to you :)
I would love to know who the bone-head is that popped off and is to chickenshit to use their real name. Love & Hugs to you Randall my friend!!!!!!!!!! Janet xoxoxoxoxoxo
Reviewed by Carol Larsen (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2002
.. abstract reflections caught honestly are not shit, nor are they the words of a loser - it takes courage to write, it takes balls to write what you really feel.
Good Luck! Carol
Reviewed by GodsHonestTruth
Reviewed on February 5, 2002
Your a loser If you want to tell the world this please just say I'm a loser rather than wrapping it up in that peice of shit you probably call creativity. Thanks
Reviewed by The guy next door
Reviewed on February 5, 2002
Okay, don't be too quick to turn your back on your alter-ego. He might just sneak into your grandmother's house when you're not looking and serve her up for Sunday lunch, or go sneaking down Main Street with a heavy-but-compact semi-automatic weapon and a backpack full to bursting with spare ammunition.
Heed my words.
Reviewed by Caldwell Phillips (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2002
Interesting conversation. We'll wish you much luck & happiness. A&J
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I do wish you luck! I think you have penned a wonderful poem. We all have these feelings.
Love to you,
Sandie Angel :o)
I believe my conversations are more frequent than the seasons rain
Good Luck! Carol
Heed my words.