This is sad. This tendency for being out of control

Evolves around some tragic altercation

Endless riches won’t fix an empty soul

Insert semantics to avoid conversation

that is so well said Damian

hello dearest Damian so well written your heartbreak I can feel it ❤️

My gratitude to your friend, who inspires you to write this brilliant poem, dear Damian. You found the right words and arranged them very well to express what is going wrong in a society where people cherish material possessions more than the things that really matter in life.

For some reason, the word “sorrow” has always had a poetic nod to me. I don’t know why. It sounds less sad than “sad”, or something. Your poem carries it throughout, too. As if you are aware and ahead of the game of sadness, and are dealing with it. Maturity within the emotion, perhaps. Excellent word build.

This pulses with dark electricity—chaos and isolation crackle between each line.
The images burn and linger, leaving the reader in that tense, uneasy space where beauty and despair collide.

Dear D,

Such a reflective piece. Handful of sorrow. Amazing refrain that stops the noise and helps put the important things in place. Lovely homage to your colleague. Speaks well of you to recognize his gift to you and in return your gift to us. H🌷

The images of isolation, demons, and “empty riches” function as symptoms of a subjectivity that has lost its center and finds its only echo in its own abyss. There is an almost apocalyptic cadence, but it is treated as a diagnosis—not of an end of the world, but of an end of meaning. The final question does not seek an answer: it exposes the bankruptcy of the very idea of ​​the future. Brilliant, my brother.

What a poem Damian. Well said and tragically sad. Great job.

“This tendency for being out of control

Evolves around some tragic altercation

Endless riches won’t fix an empty soul

Insert semantics to avoid conversation”

I favor this stanza the most because it resonates deeply within me. I share with you, your sadness my dear friend. This is beautiful, and sad.. A true sentiment of raw emotion and sorrow. Well done! xx

Excellent write. You know sometimes writes just flow out. Other times when it takes over a day it feels like crafting – like putting a puzzle together that takes time. This one reads beautifully.

I think all poets are familiar with sorrow. Perhaps it acts as an impelling force to get out the feelings inside that don’t want to stay hidden. I would love to hear the music behind this. Nice one, Damian.

Strong piece Damian. As usual penned with great rhythm and flow. Sounds like a friendship that has strong ties.
Well done my friend.

Unfortunately your words here are prefect fit for now adays. People are killed all over the world, horrible massacres here and there, for what? some “humans” feed on greed, on blood and money… I am a believer of the good-evil battle and it seems we are now at the cerst of this battle. I agree about your title, it’s emotionally poetic. Thank You for keep sharing your heart and kind humantic poetical voice🤍 Peace🕊️

“Insert semantics to avoid conversation”

That line was such a gut punch for me. So often people dodge the subject by deliberately engaging in semantics play. They know exactly what’s going on. They’d just rather turn a blind eye. Pretend it isn’t there. And thus we are in this current box of what-the-fuck trying to figure out how to come out of it in one piece. This is so relevant to the world right now. Shall I toss another log on the fire, my friend?

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write really pulled at these old heartstrings my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Passionately penned, Betty. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Crisp imagery as well. Appreciate you.

Damian

You’re waiting for the story to end. Oh my, this story is hot, it should not end.

It sizzles with a touch of noir in one’s skivvies! I like it, Betty.

Most erotica is as sexy as cold vomit, cliche and only appreciated by the sleaze pigs. You have this remarkable ability to reach inside the male mind and to deconstruct feral desires. It’s not something which usually moves me, but between my ankles and hips, your words always leave a tattoo. Great scribbling Boo.

You may not remember the fake Satanic Slut fake profile on DU? It was actually a gay male friend of mine. So outlandish and utterly bizarre, it was blatantly obvious a fake. And yet his inbox was awash with dribbling males. There’s another similar. Is there a moral to that? Probably just be aware of sad little men.

Rob x

Well, seems like you had a rough morning. Not!
As Ghosteen said, most adult poetry/prose is simply amateur porn. It takes an actual thought process to make it appealing. We use our brains too, when we have sex of any kind. So when someone can step it up to being something relatable, achievable even, for us all, then that means its good writing. So bravo to ya, for making it real for the reader.

Thank you my brother. The brain is the biggest sex organ, and I love that you pointed that out.

Thank you for the commentary. I absolutely adore you, and your opinion always matters.

Oh my. Oh my my my! Well hello Betty!
This was quite the experience to read! That sweet spot of a dream and feeling completely immersed.
Having those fantasies or dreams gets the heart going amiga. This takes vivid cardio exercise to another level.
I felt the frustration of the alarm. Noooooo!

And I love that bright smile of yours- after reading this I see why! Hahaha. No one does this better than you!

I’m so happy to see ya posted:)

Oh those 9 minutes of the snooze button…
So I almost read this while at work but upon reading the title, I opted to come back at a later time and I’m glad I did (I can’t risk people walking up behind me while read this kind of work, clutching my pearls).
Amazing. It’s every man’s fantasy and daydream, the peak of sexuality and longing wrapped up in such a hot scenario.
Now I should go for a run to get my heart going again.

Wally, that would have been a disaster! I’m glad you avoided the pearl clutching my friend.
You know I’m pro run for everything. So run your ASS off! Glad to have helped with your cardio, sweet friend.