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    Ghetto Lions

    Ghetto Lions Her lover man, drunk on romance,is led by her down skid row.He is a sad-eyed prophet of gloomwho topples imaginary kingdomsin his game of emotional chess.He never quite captures the king. He hugs her, his angel of midnight dreams.His...

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    • Intriguing write, John. This piece has layers and lots of depth my friend. Amazing imagery and storytelling. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Damian, I am most grateful for your seeing into the layers within this piece. And also very grateful for your appreciation of the imagery and storytelling in my poem. I appreciate you too, very much.

        John

    • Tremendous work. Powerful and vivid. Excellent.

    • This is so worth reading. The grittiness and inner searching, as well as a lonely desire dresses this up nice. I get a real California children of the night feel to this. So well done. Great poem.

      Did you mean as he combs her golden tresses?

      • Thank you so much Tim. You did see into the heart of my poem with a keen insight into its meaning. Love your words here. You have brought joy into my night. And yes I did indeed meaning he combs. Thank you so much for pointing that out. You really helped a lot with that. Have a great night.

        John

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    Ozzy

    alterated faith in the darknessa playful prince singing to me in concertlater playful and funhis personality beautifulyes Ozzy, I'll see you on the other sidesleep well, sweet princeYou deserve your eternal restyou served us well, us children of the...

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    • This is a beautiful poetic eulogy, crimsin

      • hello beautiful Fia thank you graciously he will be missed I only saw him in concert once I was in the second row center and he aimed his foam gun on me and I ducked behind my husband he seemed to get a kick out of it…I thought the prince of darkness should be remembered here,,. thank you for the love on this write 💕

    • Beautifully penned, Brenda. What a nice tribute to, Ozzy, my friend. Really love the use of song titles, this is an amazing write. He was one of a kind, and his music will live forever. Losing the artists that were part of my life’s soundtrack is very sad indeed. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • hello dearest Damian thank you graciously I’m so happy this resonated with you he truly was and is one of a kind 💕

    • Black Sabbath were pioneers and the reason heavy metal exists. Ozzy has so many good songs in his solo archives. He will be missed by millions. Nice tribute. He did indeed give us his blood and love.

      • hello dearest Tim indeed they were at the time there was no one like them and neither will there ever be again he will be missed thank you for helping me remember him 💕

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    Mr. My Girl Fucked Your Bitch

                 “Your bitch is asshole naked on my floorJust to feel my dick she must be my girl’s personal whore,            “The thought of the experience gets her pussy tingling wetNow she’s anxiously waiting for the next penetrating step,“Three...

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  • Frustrations

    Writing all my fears on an empty page Needing to share these random thoughts Looking for common ground to engage Never found it hard to connect the dots   Chasing dreams in a game of chance I’m a realist when it comes to limitations  Sure it...

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    • I liked this, Damian.

    • Oh, so totally resonates. I don’t know where I would be without my proverbial pen. And I spent far too many years perched in neutral…only to discover there is no such thing. Either your ass is leaning in one direction or your nose is. I prefer staying informed & walking the path that suits me. Shadows & all. And i find like souls along the way when living authentic. Consider this one on my reading list with emphasis, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I wasn’t in neutral, but my wheels were always spinning. Either wound up in the ditch of life, or lost on an alcohol induced detour. Nowadays I’m living authentic as well, there’s shadows down every path I’ve found. Being aware and informed allows one to read the situation better. Thanks for the list.. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Agreed, there is always more to the story. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • That’s beautifully reflective—wisdom framed not as some lofty concept, but as lived experience layered over time. The imagery of seasons and fences evokes quiet contemplation, hesitation, even resilience. That last line? A soft unraveling of illusion. It reads like a quiet reckoning.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re spot on. I believe wisdom is acquired through time and experience. Always enjoy your commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Superb work. Powerful.

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    Last Summer

    Summer is gone, I’m afraid.And so are the remnants of you. That part isn’t such a loss though,because you broke my heart in two. How I long for the days of normalcy..And just maybe I can get back to thatNow that...

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