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Change Of Season

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Penned this one in July of 2024. It was posted on DUP. I think this one speaks for itself. Appreciate you. - Damian DeadLove

Dusty relics of forgotten lore

Hidden behind lock and key

Shadows rise to hit the shore

While dreams wash out to sea

 

Stillborn inside a think tank

Where ideas get thrown around 

An empty stare becomes blank

Till lightning strikes the ground

 

Archaic riddles flow like wine

Ambitious antics numb surprise 

On lost spirts the foolish dine

Speaking with hate in disguise

 

This world devours social graces

Working our bodies into powder

Walking amongst distorted faces

Twisted laughter growing louder

 

Tangled in a search for reason

Waiting for a change of season

 

 

 

Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2024

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    1. Your rhyming skills are becoming masterful, Damian. I love the effortless flow in this. That change of season can be exemplified by many on youtube who are tired of life’s games. Great work here.

    2. We are so long overdue for one. I’m hunting light and warmth everywhere I can find it these days. I think we all are. I’ll gather dead fall if you get some matches. We can dance around the bonfire of hope, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sounds like a plan, getting the matches. A dance that keeps hope alive, I think we’ll have company. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    3. ”Stillborn inside a think tank”

      That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
      Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
      this sea of rhapsodic artistry

      Much respect always

      Naaj

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