Dear Poet

Dear Poet, let me tell you that Vintage makes life modern and, Mad Poet, it seems there will be no riot – Quotes, rhymes, smart lines, obsessions and lies let you hide behind fashions; Fashions unresolved and intentions likely dead with their brilliance of a stroke and a word, Repeating the old - hoping to become a master arising for an addiction upon purity; Let it be, oh, let it be the other way ‘round for the sake of my understanding, your indulgence   While words come out through… through loving own egos, Dear Poet, Let me hint to what… what is truly not ours.