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Read MoreI send my consciousness to the edge of outer space Looking down upon all of this From a higher place Place of a poet Place of poetry Place above loud- clouds, vapors& whispersPlace to place all thoughts& Cares. Placed there for the there-there. When the bomb falls in a song or psalm and folks tell folks. There-thereThe...
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Beautifully penned, Cipher. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Fantastic
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Read MoreDeath clouds irritate a parched skyHuman parasites feast on liquid goldDismantled a dream with a blatant lieWorld keeps falling as hate takes hold Onward towards the spiritual divideImpossible to sit on the fence foreverLackluster jesters swallow their pride While the king...
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Reminds me that Tom Petty quote “I did it because I had no choice’. Some of us poets just are built to write.
Great ink
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Huge respect for, Petty. To quote Lemmy Kilmister: “I’m not qualified to do anything else.” Appreciate you.
Damian
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Superb work. You nailed it.
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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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Creativity is the proverbial finger…Nice.
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I think so.. lol. Appreciate you.
Damian
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What Nick said is pretty spot on. We write because to do otherwise destroys us to some degree. We give it the middle finger because that’s all we can do. Point out the hypocrisy, the hatred, the corruption & the willful blindness in the only means open to us. Somebody asked me recently “Yeah, but aren’t you just preaching to the choir?” I’m always mindful of the fact that words are a wave…once released, who knows where they’ll stop? So yeah, keep bringing it, 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. It’s our voice, to not use it brings aggravation for sure. We writers are pretty good at detecting bullshit. To quote the late great, Lemmy Kilmister: “I will keep doing it, because I’m not qualified to do anything else.” Appreciate you.
Damian
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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hello Damian thank you graciously for reading me and leaving such a great comment 💕
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I’m pleased to read you once again, Brenda. If only you weren’t so haunted though. I understand the loss of identity myself, so big hugs..
Seems like you lost someone too, and for that, I’m sorry. Here’s a little extra light, mixed with love. 🩷✨-
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hello beautiful Pandy yes my son died and it’s very difficult I’ve changed since then and don’t think I will ever be the same thank you for the light and hugs my condolences on your loved one 💕
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. It’s because of our past that we are who we are now my friend. I’ve been making peace with my past, and trying to move forward towards the light. I can relate to this write. Appreciate you.
Damian
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hello Damian I am changing i seek the light but I find darkness as well…thank you for your insight 💕
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Beautiful! I’ve fraying on the edges of space, unable to keep thoughts contained. Maybe lost in another place, one where tears cannot grow trees. Aimless leaves with no floor scrape against.