chèr D.,
Amen to that.
I’ll be back tomorrow to read it again.

Kind regards, Gus

Your wallop of a write had me nodding in agreement. So many truths are nestled in every line. Love will indeed live forever! Outstanding write, my friend.

Clay

Well said. No body is promised tomorrow.

That last stanza sends this one home. Wonderful piece Damian.

Dear D,

Inspirational to be sure. This write was a movie short where I could envision the hero if the piece roaming from one stanza to the next recognizing the differentiation of God and truth vs ai and evil. Great write. H🌷

” Shadows on the wall are growing

Coming to poison what God built ”

Those words were written with a hammer and chisel.

Dope overall vibe
Diggin the positive outro, brother…

Much respect

Naaj

Sigh…where to start? I agree with Naaj up there. 👆 Those lines are definitely carved in granite. There’s a loss of humanity occurring on so many levels today. AI is replacing human labor, taking human paychecks and means of living. But AI does what man tells it. It’s not out there knocking on doors and handing out resumes. It’s the greed of man dehumanizing their fellows that’s doing the damage. The fact that we have a deranged overstuffed cheese puff feeding frenzy to his blind acolytes speaks volumes for the state of man’s moral compass right now. Every decision they’re making is destructive…to the earth (our host) and to its guests (us and wildlife). Yeah, I got rolling but this one took me to so many places. Keep carving those lines, my friend, and I’m sure I’ll keep ranting

Powerfully penned, 253. This write strikes a chord in me almost like I’ve met a similar monster. Excellent work my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This monster is unyielding and will not allow you to breathe. This part of the stanza is menacing and seems to want to feed off the fear. I sense it is afraid of the healing because if you do, then there is no need for the monster.

“I’m the only voice that’s been consistent
I’m the only one who’s stayed
and I’ll keep stayin
long after everyone else gets tired
of holdin you together”

The voice we hear loudest is always the monster in our head. And he’s an asshat. My first thought reading this was a protest…absolutely nothing about your writing is half-assed. It’s brutal and honest and that’s a helluva lot more than some can say. You are seen. Your monster is seen. Tell him that Truth sometime. When I say I’ve had these conversations myself, I’m not joking. Brutal, I tell ya

Powerfully penned, Nick. Brutally honest write my friend. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

I like how in the first stanza, you start out hazy and that no cares, then the next you explain the addiction and how everyone should relate in one form or another, because there are so many different addictions. Then you come back at the end and want to know who your true friends are.
You lead the reader of this very nicely. Good write Nick;))

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

Damian

Warm sexy and intimate…..a smooth elixir no doubt

Much respect

Naaj

This is a wonderful, intimate and tender poem , dear Crimsin! The imagery is amazing and cleverly chosen!

Lovely Brenda. This is delicate and heartwarming. Hope you had a great holiday my friend..xo

…an oasis of dreams. Fantastic, Brenda!

Sensual, symbolic, and steeped in metaphor—this feels like desire rendered as prayer.