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      Poem Noir

      I have come so very far...just to delve into some poem noir,where everything is black and white,within this gray ambiguity I write. Given my most shady history,I have lived a life of mystery,more than enough to fill this page,penned down...

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      Inkless

      It seems so often, within the night,I am set adrift, unable to write,for a want of any reliable ink,as I converge upon the brink. While thoughts and feelings swirl,my life passing by in a whirl,so yesterday becomes my tomorrow,stuck on...

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      A Setting Dawn

      Funny how I do feel like a pawn,before this now setting dawn.Each day over before it has begun,eclipsed by a forever waning sun. Just another creature of the night,sealed in tight within the write,treading water in all of this ink,struggling...

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      • Dear S.
        Oddly, this poem made me hopeful. I don’t even know why. Maybe this; I know you worked well and hard to make this poem and while you were doing it, you may have felt it relieve your sorrow and emptiness. Am I wrong? If I’m lucky, when I’m low and have the freedom to write, if I’m not put upon by some duty or demand and I find few words to write, it frees me a bit from my palatable discord. Is this it?
        Thanks for writing this.
        Jim

      • This poem gives me a feeling that the writer is tired but will continue their plight on putting words on the page. Nice;))

      • Powerfully penned, LDF. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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      Lucifer's Garden

        If the eyes are indeed the windows to the soul then where better to begin the harvest but here in a garden  thousands of years from Eden where heathens huddle and scheme  using inception to infiltrate  our dreams ...   ..and so began the fertilization by...

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      • “a carbon copy of creation’s
        carbon based design
        debased…defaced
        vandalized
        soon to erased
        by those who would scandalize
        the most basic of human interactions
        replaced by something
        unrecognizable
        where hardly anything makes sense
        these days simply because
        it was meant to make sense
        to someone else”

        Naaj, that last stanza drove it home my friend. Brilliantly penned, and you brought receipts throughout. A Masterpiece, brother. Into the book it belongs! Much respect. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • I’d like to bookmark this but I’m not sure if I did or not. Still navigating like a Luddite here lol. I see you’ve been keen to the dark doings for some time. I’m somewhat of a tinfoil hat veteran myself. Once you merge science with spirituality there is no going back, and nothing can ever be unseen. It takes fortitude…and it’s been taking more & more as the years fly. This resonates, thanks for the posting!

        • You’re right about merging the spirit and science. That’s great insight. Much appreciation for your thoughts, Benjamin.

          Much respect

          Naaj

      • An excellent observation on the dumbing down of America. People have become subservient to their phones. They don’t ask questions and they don’t think for themselves anymore. Tic Tock has poisoned so many young people alone. Interaction has been minimalized and your line about big brother is so true. We’re being manipulated for someone else’s benefit.

      • You’re about Tik Tok. That’s a very dangerous site. Big thx for the support, Tim
        Much appreciated.

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      Liminalicity

      It remains so hard to then hedge,when you live here on the edge—live on the cusp of life and death,separated by only a single breath. Peering down from this height,within a dark and endless night—a never-ending sea of black ink,here,...

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