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    Sometime She Just Cries

    Sometimes She Just Cries sometimes, she shouts   just get out .. when she really means   don’t let go .. then afterwards, when the sweat is gone and the tears   have all dried .. she has on occasion been known to just cry     hey babe, now...

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    Point Of View

    Ignorance is bliss amongst the arrogant  Always coloring outside the proper lines Seems every person has a different slant Beautiful flowers covered by thorny vines   Never assume in a world painted with lies It only complicates what seems to be real Dark clouds cluster along...

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    • I don’t like arrogant people, I’m sure most don’t. Trying to get along with them is almost impossible so I don’t try. And being in a band with one can be maddening. I don’t know, often times I wonder if they’re just wounded and like a dog they try to fight the world and everyone in it. It takes patience I guess, and a lot of it to get through and heal those wounds. Whatever. Good one, Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. In a band it’s usually toxic in my experience. I think they’re usually overcompensating for something, there is always an insecurity tucked deep inside their heart somewhere. I’m too old to play games anymore. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I consider myself a peaceful person for the most part and do want people to heal.
      I always wonder what the hell happened. Everyone is born innocent but living can change people.
      Experiences change people. Some grow from it and others don’t and fester.
      As I got older I also learn from observing and knowing when something is a lost cause.

      Enjoyed the read amigo!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Adel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Life is rough for sure, I often think all humans are broken a little bit, it’s kinda a product of time in this world. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • You truly succeed in unlocking new points of view with your brilliant and thought provoking writing, dear Damian! Many people become hard-hearted and bitter, when the storms of life challenge them. But it is never too late to reach their hearts. ‘Aren’t we all beautiful flowers covered by thorny vínes?’ in the end, love will win over arrogance, ignorance and violence!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Elke. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Indeed, we are all covered by thorny vines, often beauty does live inside. Thanks for such wonderful commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I always try to be conscious of the fact that I don’t know another person’s pain. But sometimes I really just want scruff the arrogant ones and tell them “Stop making your damage my trauma!” Wouldn’t do any good anyway. But the urge is there. That arrogance is usually armor. Crack the armor and it crumbles. Then we get to the heaet of the matter. The places you go with your musings, my friend…

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That sounds right to me, that they use arrogance as armor. It usually leads to a breakdown of sorts when that armor cracks. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • That first line really hits–‘Ignorance is bliss amongst the arrogant.’ It sets the tone for such a sharp reflection on how perspective shapes truth. I love how you balance disillusionment with hope–the idea that words and compassion can still open new ways of seeing

      Beautifully penned

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’m always trying to find that proper balance between disillusionment and hope. Always enjoy your keen commentary my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Perfectly poemed my friend .. makes perfect sense and looks so good sitting on this particular page .. which was obviously made for it .. write on brother .. Neville 😎👍👍

    • Damian, this is strong tonic on arrogance. You put the iron to the fire with this without a dull moment in the. You concisely and powerfully express your views and emotions that spill across the page brilliantly.

      John

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    Crossing Fees May Apply

    We gathered in the hum of light--faces, voices, familiar forms--and I, among them, half-rememberedthe shape my soul once wore.We went to seek small comforts:sugar, water, something sweet to hold.But the path divided--a gate closed softly behind me,and the world...

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    • This reads as those thoughts whilst falling asleep, the tone somewhere between whisper and silence. We all pay the toll man in the end, but self awareness is the biggest coin in the purse. Delicate and beautiful write.

      • Thank you, Ghosteen. I couldn’t have said it better– those drifting thoughts before sleep often reveal the quiet truths we overlook. And yes, the toll man always waits, but it’s the coin of awareness that weighs the most. I truly appreciate your beautiful insight.

    • Beautifully word smithed thoughts. I especially liked

      “A child rose and warned,
      the air here bites.
      So I lifted a mist of mercy,
      and veiled myself
      in its scent.”

      Well done 🌼

      • Thank you, Joe. I’m glad that part resonated– it lingers close to the heart of the poem. You know the saying, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side? In this dream, it wasn’t grass but a river, and the still ones gazed upon it, seeing only their reflections, dreaming of what could be. But sometimes the air bites there–and perhaps the mystery is best left untouched.

    • Your insight and depth of vision here is deep and filled with contemplative beauty. Loved this so much I read it twice. I wanted, needed, to absorb this in my soul as I read. This is truly a work of poetic art that speaks deeply of dreams that await and those that are signs of what fate holds ahead. Truly a remarkable poem.

      John

      • Thank you, John. Your words feel like a gentle echo of the poem itself –absorbing, reflective, and full of quiet wonder. I’m so glad it spoke to you, and that the journey of dreams and glimpses of fate came through. Knowing it reached you in this way makes the act of writing feel that much more alive.

    • Brilliantly penned, Roma. Wow, simply amazing write my friend. Superb storytelling nicely illustrated by tight imagery. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thank you, Damian. Your words mean a great deal. I hoped the imagery would echo that hazy, in-between space where dreams and reflection meet. I’m so glad the story and atmosphere carried through.

    • This is one of the best things posted on this site. I’m sure you hear often enough that you are a really good writer, but understand that it is a fact. I’ve been on so many sites over the years and have developed a particular eye for what is truly good writing consistently. You do so.
      Skill is second to having the inner eye for seeing writes play out in a visionary style. This does. There are thousands of wonderful poems out there. But they don’t pull the reader in deeply, immersed. But this one is why readers get hooked.
      Outstanding write, Romaj.

    • Thank you so much, Styxian! I’m really honored this piece resonated with you. It came from a mix of dream imagery and reflection, so it’s wonderful to hear the vision pulled you in. Your kind words mean a lot and inspire me to keep exploring my writing.

    • Roma. Just wow, I wanted this to keep going!
      It’s also very alluring to me.
      It pulls you in and guides you through the entire read.

      Spectacular write:)

      • Thank you so much, Adelphina! I’m thrilled it pulled you in. This poem actually sprang from a dream I had, so it carries that surreal, in-between reality feeling.

        I almost wish the dream had more to reveal, but I think the heart of it is about waiting–the right time to cross that bridge.

        Sometimes even when the path seems just ahead, the moment isn’t yet ripe. I’m so glad it resonated with you.

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