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    The Lion's Den

    There’s a hole in the ceiling  That feeds this chill in the air Getting hooked on a feeling Slightly dizzy yet still aware   Dark figures sway in misery Forced to watch them play Chaos clouds our periphery Calloused thoughts in decay   Shiny prize contains a hook That’s how...

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    • You keep hitting them out of the park. And I go flying with that ball every time! Gotta watch that hook…it’s a killer. Another thought provoking, rile-me-up piece, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I always swing for the fences! I am good at having that effect on you. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This reminds me of social media’s control over youth. They can’t think for themselves anymore being they’re led and pulled in by algorhithms. Good one Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Oh, technology has its flaws indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re spot on. Appreciate you.

      Damian

  • Dream Weaver v2

    We sat in the dark, the universe wide and quiet. I said I was nothing. A speck. You said you were the same. Not special, not apart, just drifting. One thing, not two. Consciousness, pure and whole, no edges. The...

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  • Dream Weaver v1

    I'm not unique. I'm not important. I'm not even a mote in this existence.   You too are neither unique or important. Just another speck. Helplessly drifting through time and space. Entangled with everything else.   What I am, what you are Is pure consciousness  Not separate,not joined,just one.   We are...

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    linger

    my quiet builds within my hallowed silenceit is deafening the song of sorrowimbued with sadness my dark utters hushed whispersserenading my bleak feelingscaptivated by the melancholyin the shadows I waitthey collect around mebecoming one with my lightuntil every drop...

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  • It's Already Here

    I write to express my emotions to let pain out let joy in  if I find a place to publish  I expect good and bad reviews   A good review and my ego dances A bad review and it gets the blues Sometimes I write with a...

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    • I hope I never have to rely on AI to write for me. Sometimes I’ll use a proofreader to correct spelling and punctuation but that’s it. The human element is what makes poetry real. The compassion, the anger, the love, the empathy, and even the laughter are all something that made men and women write poems in the first place.

      The future is scary being we won’t know what’s real and what isn’t.

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