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      Metaphor

      cracks in the foundationa skeleton of a structurehumanity under sedationtarnished blood no cureone more lost servantpreaching Jesus savesin these times so urgentwe're all their slaves do you believein something you've never seenwhy can't you conceivea metaphor so serene the body is...

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      • The interesting thing about this one to me, is that there are people who call themselves “of faith” and use the rhetoric but don’t walk the walk. I was reminded of so many of those people…especially in the current atmosphere of the world…they speak without real understanding and definitely no faith. As a man of faith now, I imagine you recognize the difference. As one who hadn’t come to that place yet, I’m not surprised you still called it out. You always take me somewhere with your pieces…often on a rant. This one is no exception, my friend

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. The phrase has been bastardized for sure, by those who choose to use it for personal gain, whether it be financial or merely for social status. Some treat it like it’s something that looks good on their Resume. Yeah, I see the difference for sure. lol. The younger me would have never thought I’d arrive at this conclusion. I’ve always called things out, somethings are a constant in my life I guess. Thanks for the killer commentary. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • Powerful work. You nailed it.

      • As someone who lived under violence of many types for years, l can understand your intense words and feelings, for me I couldn’t lose my Faith at any circumstances, my belief is that the humans must believe in something( I’m not speaking only religiously) so they can move on in life without being completely lost.

        “the body is a temple
        and we all abuse it”

        I was touched by these lines, many many times we are not treating ourselves kindly. This poem is touching. Thank You my friend 💖

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Light. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. That was deep my friend, but beautifully stated. I agree without faith of any sort (not limited only to religion) humans easily become completely lost. Sorry you had to go through violence my friend, you’re a survivor and a gifted poetess whose words burn brightly with positive energy.

          That’s one of my favorites lines as well. I concur we don’t always treat ourselves kindly. I’m glad you enjoyed the write. Appreciate you.

          Damian

          • And Thank You for your heartfelt and positive response 🤍 I’m glad You could find your way out and started a new journey where there is peace and comfort, may your days be filled with joy and Light💕😊 🕊️🙏🏻

    • Celestial Time

      They say time is grace.Others say she is a disgrace.Her hair grows long with time. And when a new opportunity comes,she trims it.And life moves on.They say she is cold and cruel. For she doesn't give us endless minutes.Never endless moments.Untill...

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      revelations

      my solemn mood had nothing to do with youit was my inner girl singing the bluesa melody of sadnessstrung together with notes of painsubtle hints of what was troubling mewithout revealing itselfa twinge of guilta little hurtindiscrimanate feelings that...

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      The Adventures of Tex & Blae-Lok - 5

      © 2025 Blae-Lok had told me it would be a long journey, so I prepared a knapsack with a few extra clothes, some toiletries and other minor provisions -- like snacks. I didn’t know what June Bugs ate, but...

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      Torch of love

      A weather vane, swiveled on its spindle, catching a cold breath of tomorrow.It was a wind that carried no sound, only the promise of change. Below, in thehushed valley, the world lay in wait. Only the winds knew how...

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