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Neville wrote a new post
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Ah, the contradictions of a lover’s heart. Love is indeed complicated, but, yes, it is so much fun to “hold on”. To actually feel the need and confusion within them, to love them. Really a nice poem, Neville.
-Curt
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Lol I remember reading this. let’s agree that many times the only weapon we can have against You is “tears”😁. We women can be too complicated for you, I admit this, yet we both should accept each others natural differences to live happily after 😄💖✨😎 love this little scribble here, and please don’t get annoyed and forgive our playful nature 😉
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Damian DeadLove wrote a new post
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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.
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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
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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!
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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!
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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…
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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
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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 😎👍👍
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Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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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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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.
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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 🌼
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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:)
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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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