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Read MoreIn blackened dreamsa mist descends from the hills Unsuspecting Only the dust moves,like a funeral veil of melancholy Sorrow The traveler of unknown plainsthrough darkness & light Confusion Flowers of desirable bloomLethal in touch and smell Death
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Hi Romaj. Thanks for the feedback. Appreciated!
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Very scary walk. I love the description.
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Perfect for the time of year. Thanks Fia.
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I love this twilight mood in the forest which you describe perfectly here. A little dangerous, magical and most mystical! A mind blowing imagery in this awesome poem, my friend!
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Thanks my dear friend…Always!
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Powerfully penned, Keith. Into the book it belongs! Dig this, brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks Damian. You rock!
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Over deliciously penned, my friend.
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Your comments are very gracious. Appreciate it
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Damn was not going to survive anyway. It was his time. I feel sorry for him
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Don’t feel sorry for him. I heard he was a troublemaker. Thanks Fia.
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Shit happens.. Again one of your wonderfully sarcastic poems, dear Keith!
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Yes it does. Thanks Elke.
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Powerfully penned, Keith. It’s that time of year, when you tell halloween stories. With a name like, Rusty Trombone, he was dealt a bad hand from the start. Appreciate you.
Damian
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It is October. Let’s get crazy. Thanks Damian.
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Your halloweenish spooky words are the best for the month…
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Your comments fulfill my devilish ideas. Thanks PAR.
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Read MoreA teenage girl somewhere anywhere was busy text messaging friends on her cell phone a month ago.She was walking along a set of railroad tracks.Although deaf since birth, she had frequently proclaimed that she could avoid danger more easily...
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That’s some heavy fucking irony, Keith. The title reminded of an old song, though it had to do with trains it wasn’t this twisted. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Hi Damian. I’m familiar with that old track. The Yardbirds & Aerosmith covered it. Thanks for the feedback friend.
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Gotta be on your toes. Getting too comfortable can get you hurt.
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Absolutely. People today are so oblivious of their surroundings. That was one of the reasons why I wrote this piece. Thanks Adelphina.
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Scrumptious minced blind meat…
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Come one, come all for this delectable treat. Thanks PAR.
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Read More𝔄 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔥𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔴𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔞 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰...
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Read MoreRustling tea breeze caught in chimes not at sea whispering silent tide of piccolo leaves falling steeping deeper with the porcelain anchor adrift in the memories of wading, listening to the rhythm over the horizon beyond the buoy
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This feels haunting and ethereal. The imagery of mist, dust, and fatal blossoms captures that eerie beauty of twilight so well. A powerful blend of melancholy and mystery.