This reminds me of someone. Hmmmm, now who could it be? Might it be that orange buffoon with an ego the size of Jupiter and tiny, pussy-grabbing paws? Nice work, my friend.

This is really good and there is nothing wrong with living on the edge.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like those two stanzas a lot as well. Always thankful for your continued support. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, H. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those are some pretty terrific memories you listed, sometimes that world seems a million miles away, especially for those who lived it and try to keep it alive in our words. I always enjoy your commentary and your continued support my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Just trying something different. Appreciate you.

Damian

Dreams are casting doubt once again
It sometimes seems it’s so deliberate
Like a stiff jab landing across the chin

Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.

I walked through this one like the aisles of record stores, and frantically scribbling in my spiral bound notebooks, and trying to survive in a world full of so much that sorting it out became impossible…so we just chose live in the music and the words. The conversations that felt monumental then…come back today and feel even more incredibly relevant. But we hadn’t thought of them in years. Like the binding of time through word and thought. So hard to feel those moments in a time like now, when everything is fake news and nothing can be trusted. You took me on a journey here, my friend

Great vibe on this one, nostalgic but also fond of warm memories.
Nicely penned.

Old days without doubt are better, the world today is more fake and less human, and those with high empathy will suffer more, it’s alright to be who You are and to express your sadness and despair my friend. Take good care of yourself three too 🤍

Wise line penned here.

Regards
James

To find love but the old face is stuck in stasis of despair and anger. Nice one

Summarize me again, please, my friend!

If Hatred was a person it will hate this Haiku poem.
Well written bro! “)

The promising and positive title” sunny days ” creates an interesting contrast to the harsh and brutally realistic content of the poem. Very well written, dear Keith! xox