hello dearest poet I paint and write much like you because I have to it is a passion I burn with great write❤

Stop, children, what’s that sound? Everybody look what’s goin’ round.

There are so many reasons to write…I am not exactly sure why I do, I just do. I feel like a conduit
meant to put the words down that come to me…and I have no idea from where they come.
But my pen is my brush…I feel like a Pollack when I write…I just throw the words anywhere they want to go.
And yes, Vol, “we do aim higher than our wings”—
Maybe part of our drive is to write the one great poem that will make us famous, or at least known.
j.

You have always had a way of searching and finding clues that make sense of emotions and what they can do to somebody’s life.. its glorious happiness, its intense admission that being can be lonesome at times.

‘We live in shallow waters, miles from shore
satisfied but afraid of being, afraid of depth.

We always aim higher than our wings’

From start to finish a gentle confession but the finish suggests more – aiming higher is the adventure and eageress of seeing what others tragically miss. Your pen is mightier than most, tis the gold that makes magic, sir.

Am more than ready to review and then offer my thoughts, sir.
‘It is all I can do to not paint
everything red as fire, or yellow as
a bobcat’s eye because the world
might end in Ragnarök after all,
we the people buried under sparkles
of glacial aquamarine, bleak as dreams.’

From start to final word, the above is a brilliant canvas, Vol

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 ..

hello dearest poet I feel your passion here and yes the song doesn’t end until we die I just may meet a few people after that too great write❤

Well, thank you Crimsin, for taking the time… I am brand new here and this site has a learning curve…
Vol

Vol,
Tim alerted me of this. Before responding to comments by others, we need to hit reply. Otherwise they will not see our “thank you”–
If you hit reply first, you will know it worked because your reply to the commentor will be to the right, under the comment.
As for this poem, wow. The whitewater imagery is powerful, but what I really appreciate is what you have done opposite here. The whitewater usually controls us, but here we are in control. She dances blues and we man the paddle and dance along with her.
j.

Perhaps the tornado swept something from beneath your doormat, sir Vol! Whatever reached land seems to have drowned something either dear or dreadful. Perhaps this simple scribbler might have the metaphors explained, please.
‘roar and slam the rocks
past trees and cliffs,
infusion,
confusion’
Wish there was an NB to explain why such words came to be written. I know Welsh whitewater from the past, almost lost the thrill of what was invigorating but uncontrollable – just as life can be. But there again, people try their best to survive. Somehow. Don’t doubt those who know you well, will understand. You’re known for your compasssion, learned via the good book, of course. ‘Do unto..

Joy,
This is an old poem, a response to another poet’s reading back in Nashville. He was wondering about the lack of passion in his life… You cannot expect meaning from nothing,,, not to mention the darkness of boredom…
Vol

Once read that boredom is something created by an unknown to renew the human spirit – but only if the body has one! Said by an online poet, think Bryson! Still working on it 🙂