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    Notes of Sambuca

    Soft notes, Sambuca, lingering shadows whispering encore with scent of anisepulsing infatuation caressing my soullisting to starboard as we dance with potent allure mingling tones arousing sentiments unveiling the hushof a silent breath in twilight's symphonypaved with hollowed oaths...

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    Became The Fang

    My quill became the fang, exhuming the darkness  each shadow dripping fragments of broken dreams from the gums of the inkwell no time for orthodontist  with no bitter pill to swallow from the twilight'sinsidious strutting rooster, angry old chin whiskers

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    Bad Choices

    Does it drive you mad deep inside? Knowing that I read through the lies It’s your tone the suggestion implied As darkness slowly claims your eyes   Eventually the wheels fall off the car Tired engine sputters going nowhere  Too busy wishing on some falling star Always...

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    • Written from the heart. Thank you for sharing Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Drieks. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was from the heart, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Music, when being made, and left to people’s decisions, will always run into clashes between the makers of it. Sometimes it’s a clash of personalities, or other times some section of a song that’s causing derision. I once wrote an instrumental acoustic guitar song assuming it would go onto a CD we were making. The actual guitarist in the band used it for a limo ad he was making for a company.

      Music is a spiritual thing. It’s a shame when animosity develops over it.

      Good one, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That is some twisted shit to do to a bandmate. Sorry, that happened to you brother. When we were in sync, we were a really good team. Before all the manipulative games began, people change, not always for the better. Music is a spiritual thing, I agree. Thanks for sharing part of your story, Tim. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • When the passion is in the wrong place, nothing will ever reach the destination. I seriously with that album had come to fruition. I betcha one day he will too. Whether or not he ever acknowledges it…? What does one do when they realize they literally walked away from the talent? I would still love to have heard that album, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I wish the album came to fruition as well. I’ve always wondered will that day come, when he realizes that he ran from his talent as well. Most of all will he realize I was his biggest supporter, that I had his back, and if he believed half as much as I did he could have had his music heard. I’m more disappointed than anything, I guess. Thank you for your commentary, and for making me feel a little better my friend. I appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like the ring of, “True DeadLove Style.” Thank you, it takes an authentic person to recognize another. Right back at you! Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Jaywalking

    The dark's paralysis, girdle of hypocrisy   embracing harlequins of night with a totof grog's emotions restoring the order  of narcissist Fools immolating the soulskicking cans down the road, jaywalking  on streets of Gotham, where you belong when the...

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    Slate of Stasis - with Sappho (Elke)

    Clean slate of stasis over my shoulderWhispering to the Ouija, holding my breathSwallowing the ghost etched into twilight Listening to the pulse of the planchetteHemorrhaging decay dripping through theCatheter Shadows of memories sinking inA frail finger rushes across the boardKept alive...

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