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Read Moremy mortality before me I prepare an offeringcataloging and willingly admitting my sinheld tight to the dark artist of my soul, there is conflictwith aspirations to the light I am betwixt two worldsand I can't reconcilemy spirit is shaded...
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hello dearest Damian thank you graciously I deeply appreciate your thoughts ❤️
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Hoi Chère C.,
If I may quote you:
in my slumberous state I cause chaosDon’t we all?
I embrace the thought in real life.
There’s nothing more tedious or boring than perfection.So:
in my slumberous state I cause chaos
Is the cherry on the cake.
Just my opinion.À lovely write!
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hello dearest Gus thank you I likef that line too…I cherish your thoughts you are always positibe and I appreciate that ❤️
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Fantastic spill, my friend! May Arawn hear your darksome call and be your lantern into Annwfn. Not just yet though, we need more of your beautiful melancholy. Excellent poem as always.
Clay
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thank you dearest Clay for such a beautifully poetic comment you are appreciated ❤️
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There is NO SIN in being a woman, none. If there is SIN, it is brought about by the burdens placed on women in a male dominated, patriarchal system and society. It’s a strange evolutionary process that a biological difference (having babies) became the source of oppression.
While I applaud the artistic value of this poem, its sadness, its flow, and metaphor, I am also torn in that there should be no sacrifice made. Instead, there should be a head held high acceptance of the chaos, of celebrating joining the chaos made by all of us as human beings, and we are a chaotic bunch.
Crimsin, I hope I have not trampled all over your poem’s garden, it’s just that women are not evil or gods, just human. And certainly not for sacrifice.
Curt
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hello dearest Curt good afternoon I get what you’re saying but my sin is more memories and reflection on days passed things I have done and regret I try to reconile them in me but they stilll make sad they are coming more ofteh these days and I’m not doing well it seems my soul is aware that my time grows short… I deeply appreciate your beautiful comment ❤️
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Read MoreI died a little yesterday or felt a little deadBut today I'm feeling better It was only in my head.************************Yesterdaysomething in me pressed pause.A heavinessperhaps a tiny death,or maybe justthe absence of myself.I tried to move,but each gesturefelt laboured and opaque like...
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I really like this dearest Benny great photo too ❤️
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Thank you for reading and enjoying.💋
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The mind is a trip… I much enjoyed this one
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The mind is a trap indeed and one that ensnares me from time to time.
Thanks for reading.🙏
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Powerfully penned, Peter. Another excellent write my friend. The mind is full dusty corners, nooks, and crannies where secrets often hide. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreThe air is thick with a silence that screams. It clings to the back of the throat, a metallic taste of fear and something wild, something untamed.In the core of the chest, a bird beats wings against a bone...
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Read MoreDusty 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...
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Bravo Damian, expertly poemed sir .. I can hardly wait for spring myself .. Neville 😎👍
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Unfortunately winter is coming. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Powerful work.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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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.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
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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
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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
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”Stillborn inside a think tank”
That alone cooked the cerebral synapse…
Here you go … still throwin poetic anchors into
this sea of rhapsodic artistryMuch respect always
Naaj
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That was one of my favorite lines as well. Much respect to you as well. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreIn the dim lit corners of my mind, shadows coil like serpents, a pulse, a beckoning, each flicker of the candle, drawing me deeper into the night. Tracing the outlines of your face, etching your name on my skin,...
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Excellent work.
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Thank you, Thomas
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian