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    New York After Twilight

    Rhyymes over crimes  verbs divide as knives  plunged deep into keyboards,  if God was drunk at the Last Supper  the chalice fell from my mantlepiece    Litte Miss Poetry came to my room  wearing a red typewriter, did I really  see a folded negligee on empty pages  and would you have straddled me  licking pearls from last...

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    Endless Thrills

    sinister eyes lurking everywherecapturing blackmail possibilities so far gone seeming not to carechaos breeds fragile sensitivities  sleeping with the fear of normalcylusting for more than being humanhate spins big consuming a galaxythis sleeping giant collapses in ruin bending words into vile manifestos designed...

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    • “they distort sex, drugs, and even God” That is 100%. Good piece

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That they do, and sometimes it’s impossible to unsee it. Appreciate you, Cuz.

        Damian

    • I sometimes wonder if you realize in the writing how prophetic and on point your observations are. We had more than an inkling at the time of inking, but who could have predicted how awful it would get? And they’re not done yet. This is a beast of a powerhouse, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve been accused a couple of times in this life of being prophetic in my observations. J.J. Burton was the first to tell me that, even Joey G. has said it a time or two. I just go where my muse leads me, and jot down the thoughts that come to me. I think this one is more fuel for the bonfire my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Interesting in how such a write could be penned in the 1960s, til now. It’s a never ending cycle of promises and BS, with military interventions along the way. We the people just try to eek out a decent life, as unscathed as possible.
      Intuitive write, sir. Prophetic.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It could have been penned in the 60’s and every era in-between I agree. It’s a rabbit hole that never ends, a collection of puzzle pieces I try to put together, I’ve been chasing for answers my whole life. Sadly it often leads to more questions, because the actual puzzle is ginormous with lots of moving parts. It’s all part of my journey it would seem. My wife and kids are my happiness it only took a little over 20 years to figure that one out. lol. Better late than never I guess. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It would make great lyrics, you never know with me, it could end up going down that way. Appreciate you, brother.

      Damian

    • Some things just have to be said out loud and wrapped in poetry .. it’s too hard to write them in stone .. Nice one Damian

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true, very true. Appreciate you, sir.

        Damian

    • Hey amigo. Everything is so unstable and messed up. I’m just trying to get through my day feeling like a decent person. It’s all too much. And I feel it in this write. Well done

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Ain’t that the truth. It sometimes feels like a horrible nightmare I can’t wake up from. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This reminds me of the book 1984. They’re changing history through numerous means and we’re all suffering under it. Good one, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It does feel that way indeed. Thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

  • Diversity

    Being a city boy
    with Native roots,
    I have always loved the feel
    of cool, dew-laden grass
    licking my toes;
    the scent of pine needles
    on the forest floor;
    the way a blue butterfly
    will sometimes land
    on your outstretched hand.
    As I wrap all these thoughts
    inside my heart,
    I begin to see the balance of life.
    We are, all of…Read More

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    • Very good…. I love this part the way a blue butterfly
      will sometimes land
      on your outstretched hand.
      As I wrap all these thoughts… A beautiful metaphor.. like if a butterfly can sense our thoughts . I do feel they sense those things too. Nice work… Keep it up

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