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    The Lion's Den

    There’s a hole in the ceiling  That feeds this chill in the air Getting hooked on a feeling Slightly dizzy yet still aware   Dark figures sway in misery Forced to watch them play Chaos clouds our periphery Calloused thoughts in decay   Shiny prize contains a hook That’s how...

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    • You keep hitting them out of the park. And I go flying with that ball every time! Gotta watch that hook…it’s a killer. Another thought provoking, rile-me-up piece, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I always swing for the fences! I am good at having that effect on you. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This reminds me of social media’s control over youth. They can’t think for themselves anymore being they’re led and pulled in by algorhithms. Good one Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Oh, technology has its flaws indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You’re spot on. Appreciate you.

      Damian

  • Yellow Rose

    All of my roses are yellow.That is just how they grow.I wished they have red color flow. And couples around me follow as I begin to fall.One petal after another,I try and make it red.But everyone has someone while for...

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  • Dream Weaver v2

    We sat in the dark, the universe wide and quiet. I said I was nothing. A speck. You said you were the same. Not special, not apart, just drifting. One thing, not two. Consciousness, pure and whole, no edges. The...

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    • Wow, I love this Pete. It reminds me of a piece I wrote recently about Dream lovers. dreams are so deep. Thank you for sharing.
      Hugs 🤗
      Jackie

    • We were the dream, and the dream was enough. Wow.

  • Dream Weaver v1

    I'm not unique. I'm not important. I'm not even a mote in this existence.   You too are neither unique or important. Just another speck. Helplessly drifting through time and space. Entangled with everything else.   What I am, what you are Is pure consciousness  Not separate,not joined,just one.   We are...

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    linger

    my quiet builds within my hallowed silenceit is deafening the song of sorrowimbued with sadness my dark utters hushed whispersserenading my bleak feelingscaptivated by the melancholyin the shadows I waitthey collect around mebecoming one with my lightuntil every drop...

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