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    What We Show

    Not one for hiding behind ghosts Illusions manifest with each voice Only a fool would doom his hosts While denying another of a choice   So unsettled from never knowing Being unable to reason with guilt Shadows on the wall are growing   Coming to poison what...

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

      Kind regards, Gus

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Gus. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Come back as often as you’d like. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • 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

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Clay. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thank you for your support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Well said. No body is promised tomorrow.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Exactly, nobody is promised tomorrow. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

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

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. My favorite stanza as well. Appreciate you.

    • 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🌷

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, H. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thank you for sharing that wonderful vision with me, I like the lens you’re looking through. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • ” 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

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I dig those lines as well. Thank you for your continued support my brother. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • 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

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Like I told Naaj, I love those lines as well. I agree with you as I tend to do, I saw a story today where Chat GPT is causing people to commit crimes and hurt others and themselves. It needs to be regulated at the very least, but that ain’t happening with the Cheeto in power. These tech bros are accessories to the most corrupt regime after all. Man’s moral compass is damn near broken. lol. Always enjoy your commentary, even though I get you riled up. Appreciate you.

        Damian

  • Happy New Year’s to all the poets at Stars Rite (even though I don’t celebrate the new year until April 1st, the REAL new year, and only fools feel otherwise) Keep on ritin’!!

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    Cul-de-sac Jones

    There was a shadow at dawn and a growth in my death a Black Stranger birdwatcher   paying for space with soul dismayed   a garden gnome on a pile of stone a-flowering sparks from the formless dark:   a hinterland  education bandwidth  break   a suburban  discernment wavelength  split   a living room oracular crop circle drawl   your friendly neighborhood creepshow  crime          watch        ...

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    • Powerfully penned, Benjamin. This is an excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • This caught my eye the most and I could not shake it. Looking for the higher power and as you look its like a rush of happiness. very interesting piece of work
      “my energy burns
      in the demiurge Sun,
      turning the worm
      as bird songs die
      on a dopamine high”

    • This vibe hits hard with some heavy, cryptic and foreboding tones.
      Straight diggin this!!

      Much respect

      Naaj

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    Love is the Blood Donor

    The cursor blinks  as the last whisky drip  from the final bottle on  highway ‘where do we go from here’    Our saviour turns  wine into words  and we all drink, be merry,  fucked on verb and vowel aperitif   the last supper is merely a dot.com away    Your love for each other inspires and it's the colour of snipers'...

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    • This is so sweet I am sure they are going to love this.

    • Hahaha. This is brilliant my friend.
      Where would we be without being inspired!
      It just feels so good when we catch it, you know, that special feeling to grab our pens like wands and connect it to paper.
      This write has my brain firing on all cylinders amigo!
      Thanks for the blood/love rush!
      I am honored:)

      And Honoria is one of my favorite human beings.
      You have me in great company!

    • Dear R,

      I enjoyed the edginess of this write and the spotlight on two fabulously lovely people who’ve supported all of us in kindness and encouragement. Fourth stanza was very reminiscent of the previous site and watching A and S grow their love. Truly wonderful write of love. While I’m quite sure I’ve done nothing with the regard to the inspiration of this piece to get written, I’m happy to kick anyone’s back side if it gets them to writing! Beautiful poem.😘 H🌷

    • Dude, I’m at a loss with what to say. Yes, that happens. Lol
      As I said the other day, I have an online friend for over 25 years now, because of creative writing. We all may write alone, but we revel in it in little groups.
      Saturday I went day-drinking at the VFW with some other veterans. It’s been awhile and they let me know that I was missed.
      An online site has much the same sentiment. it lets you know that you do matter, even a little bit. So thank you, Rob. It’s mutual.
      Who knew back then that me and that punk Del would become a couple! LOL (yes, we call each other punk a lot).
      A side bonus of it all is that we both got to see how “real” the other was. No fake persona, no BS. We are what we write.
      I do try to be sincere and I suppose Del is validation of that.
      Happy New Year, Rob. ’26 is an open world of opportunity. Snatch it by it’s hair! lol

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