Nice one, Damian. A beautiful women can put a man under a spell that makes him forget any pain.

Those are amazing lyrics. Love it;))

hello dearest Damian this is a very great song I can feel your pain❤

Second stanza, first line, did you mean “you’re”?

The repetition really works. And the shield me stanza is so clever and just rolls off the tongue.
Good, good piece of writing.
j.

Awesome! The rhymes and lyrics are infectious. Like an abscess in a tooth! Nice work dude!

The interesting thing about this one is that, depending on how it’s read, it could be a woman or an addiction. Very clever use of words here, my friend!

Can heat it already. Great work. Good luck on the solo album.

Some people shy away from a poem that’s composed of rhyme. I’ve always felt that there’s a finesse to it that has to be refined like a piece of art. You have that quality. It speaks volumes, Damian!

The lyrics are so lovely, I feel the intensity of the emotions…the push and pull, the thrill and the ache. and the repeated chorus of “sweet novocain” lingers like a haunting, addictive melody. I’d love to hear you sing this. It’s beautiful

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like that it has multiple meanings, I always dig those kind of writes. Bon Jovi style, that’s a unique way of putting it, but
I like it. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.

Damian

I sense there is more to this than presently meets the eye .. Good luck with production .. I suspect it will do well ..
Neville 😎👍

My absolute pleasure ..

Wow, I felt this. Very powerful write.

No one every really wins at war. It is just useless devastation and loss of lives.
This is an impressive portrait showing that.
And no one really survives. Even the survivors suffer so much mental and emotional loss.
j.

Powerfully penned, Keith. The casualties of war extend farther than those who gave their life, others are scarred physically and mentally for the rest of their existence. With Governments that discard them, after they’ve been broken by war. Sad but true my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous work. RiGHT ON MAN.

hello beautiful Willow this is full of clever verses creating so much feeling ❤

This poem envelops me in its grip.
Sadness, shame, discord…I feel this way sometimes…jokes won’t humor me, pleasantries are the opposite of what I need.
Really strong, strong write.
j.

Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend, I felt this one. Appreciate you.

Damian

Superb work.

Amazing, Willow. You keep impressing me with lines like, “slicing pieces off yesterday to feed me.” So strong and beautiful simultaneously. Keep it up. Please. And thanks for the audio version; you know I can’t help but gravitate to that. It is so well done.

Welcome back

Great! Happy to see you here. Big hug.

hi Keith this is very honest❤

If they were Krispy Kreme, I might understand the urge. But wow, Vol, this is so upfront and in your face, I think it
simply broke the mirror.
j.

Powerfully penned, Keith. Great write my friend, you still bring it. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a hard hitting piece that tells more about the state of the relationship than about the outer appearance of this woman. If he looked at her with the eyes of love, everything about her from the messy hair to the stained dressing gown would appear beautiful to him. He would only see her inner beauty. But between the couple you describe there isn’t much love anymore.
Perfectly observed and put into words, dear Keith! Xoxo

Kinda felt that way about my first husband. I have referred to him as Fat Boy and tiny-dick. Worst was that despite being nearly 400 lbs (I always say 600) and having a “stub” – he cheated! Add in the violence and threats…I wished for him to die.
It took 20 years after I left but he’s gone!

DAMN! I believe you mentioned “fat boy” & “tiny dick” in a few of your writes. Appreciate the feedback, always!

Well, Damn, the reiteration of Go look in the mirror is a banger. People generally do not see what they become until they are forced to. Keith very, very open write

A touching tribute to music and musician. This may be the best compliment that a guitar player could ever expect. A feeling of peace and satisfaction is elicited in me.

When I’m practicing guitar a little later, I’ll play you a few bars. 😉

Excellent poem, Fia.

Now that was a song all on its own!

Oh, my–are you talking to me? I’m being silly, of course. I’ve been playing guitar for a long time, so these words have special meaning. I love the image of this damsel being moved by the sound of the strings. Who knows what will happen at intermission?

This flows like a melody. Great piece Fia.

Very nicely poemed Ma’am .. Neville

Beautifully penned, Fia. Into the book it belongs! I always loved this one, cuz. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian