It is funny though...the way you perceive the scribbler of parchments under the name 't. refexion', it can go for an epitaph if he or she were to run away and abandon neopoet. I am a story teller and most of what you read are not my views, just reporting. I have learned to detach my self from my works, that is why I do not mind 'raw truth', hard criticism does me a lot of good. It kills the vice called pride. You know the position in 'post structuralism' that says 'the author is dead once a piece is written' and all the bla...bla...bla that go with it.

Look at what my scribbles make you do, bringing out the poet in you,'spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling'. The piece you posted here, 'The Judge' is great in content, the use of imagery is masterful and the style gives us a clue of the author's perception of life, excellent write.

Once again, I extend to you a hand of friendship, we could be great friends, you know...alright let us stop fighting, I want to hear positive response from you. The road is a long one, where writers travel and our meeting may not be a mere chance, think, what makes you angry with me? We are completely different and these differences could be used to complement our efforts and our desires to improve our works. Best wishes

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