• Maniac

    Violence he has awakened intoHarsh murdering transpiresEnticement of the fleshWhores scalped for pleasureChaotic mind, fully dementedTerror on other's, unrelentlessObsessed by crueltyMisogynistic hatred, slaughter Shotgun blows the head clean offMayhem & lunacyAlways looking, on the huntNight stalking fresh prey You were warned...

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  • thoughts from a cold bed

    Death is certain,pre ordained,determined,silent.Silent enough for us not to notice.Dying is around us in every moment of living.It's the price we pay for 'being'.We're born with entropy in every cell.It's the natural way,to descend into chaos,then oblivion.Declination is the...

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    • hello dearest Benny good afternoon this is a morbid thought but I live in the country and while outside the flies were driving me nuts and it occurred to me we were walking carcasses and the little bastard was looking for a way in while I was yet living… what happens at a funeral you are right I just hope by then I am onto better things this is a great write ❤️

    • I was tasked with doing several military funerals back in my Army days. It is extremely somber. And, the occasional one after the military years. I’ve always tried to think of it as a celebration of their life. Sometimes it’s how we get through such things.
      Your write is a really good “on point” of how it can play out. And how you built the scenario earlier.
      Who knows, man, who knows. best we enjoy it while we can.

    • Powerful piece my friend. The wording and the flow of this poem gives me a chill and makes me think of my very own existence. Marvelous write Benny.

      • This is an excellent piece, my friend. Not to mention that the construction gives it unusual life. I got a big chuckle out of “Human Beings evolved into Human Goings.” The humor does not detract from the truth of it. One note you might want to fix: There’s a line that begins, “I’ll will miss him …” Choose one, please. 🙂
        Very, very nice work.

        • Thanks….I hate it when there are grammar errors ….so thanks for pointing it out.
          I read that piece back so many times and still missed it.

          • You are not alone there, Peter — or do you prefer Benny? I’ve seen both in other’ comments. Or should I call you, “BackDeck”? Maybe Decky? I could continue asking, but …
            Yeah, I swear that half the time I don’t find errors until I’ve posted that whatever flawed thing.
            Great piece though, BDBP.

            • Call me anything you like just don’t call me late for dinner….lol

              • Okay, Beelzebub, but I prefer short names so I don’t have to type so much. I have an injured right paw at the moment so I have to be careful. maybe I’ll call you Pete. But I WON’T be calling you for dinner — unless you bring the chow and beer. Where in the world do you live?
                By the way, do you work at all in Spoken Word? Have anything on audio you might want to share or have posted? I’ve started a Spoken Word group and I’m looking for potential members.

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    Demanding

    Style means nothing without substance  That’s something money can’t buy Walking through the world in a trance Long enough to embrace living this lie   Social outcast learns how to survive  Turning loneliness into independence  Wanting to avoid the impending nosedive Sometimes caution means ride the fence   Timid...

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    • When I read your musing, a quote of Friedrich Nietzsche was the first thought that came to my mind: “You must have chaos inside to give birth to a dancing star. “It’s exactly the chaos, the self doubts, the questions upon questions, the deep reflections at night which give birth to a dancing star of inspirations writings and deep thoughts. Great work, dear Damian!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Elke. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

    • This is a good piece of musing, Damian.
      This is so true
      “Timid people constantly read the room

      While they study the human psyche “

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Loved those lines as well. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

    • Amazing piece Damian. Thank you for sharing 🙏

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Drieks. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I think it all comes from being wounded too many times. I identify with this very much.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Tim. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I agree with you, that has a good deal to do with it. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Wonderfully written Damian. Well said. Keep up the great poetry my friend.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thank you for your continued support my brother. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Dude, I’m not timid at all and yet I still read a room! I am extremely observant of my surroundings. It’s a crazy world yaknow!
      Your write is a crowd of personalities, interesting in each of their ways. The rhyme makes it flow really well. It’s carrying a beat all its own. Well versed Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is a crazy world, reading the room is always required. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • hello dearest Damian this is excellent I can relate to the searching and lonliness of not being satisfied with pat answers ❤️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I know exactly what you mean. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • It takes so many approaches and responses to survive these days. And not the least of which is temporary retreat and regroup. How do your pieces always seem so relevant to every moment? Prophet, I’m telling you. Keep assembling the pieces of the puzzle, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. These days reading the room and critical thinking are required to survive it seems. I will always be piecing together the puzzle, it’s what I do. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • There’s a real honesty here in the way you weave survival, wisdom, and self‑doubt into one puzzle feels deeply human. The closing admission about chaos being “demanding” hit especially true.🙏🏻🕊️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, kesnerfreds. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite stanzas as well. Thank you for your continued support my friend, right back at ya. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Reminds me of the matrix with the red and blue pill. Either face reality or live in fantasy.

      Great ink friend.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damian you formed this into a great poem of rumination. Very much loved the way this unfolded. So much wisdom in your words. Truly great poem my friend.

      John

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

  • Okay, I am stuck with this, but I am trying.

    Was born with eyes wide open
    To be prepared for the truth
    No one seemed to care or wanted to offend
    What had happened on the roof

    Time withholds memories in a box
    We crawl, then stand, and eventually walk
    As a rusty key enters an unforgiving lock
    Uttering words before learning to talk

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    The Poverty of My Reality

    Midsummer season on my wintry lips, these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.   The sunlight of acceptance, and midnight of isolation.   Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience, I have the free will to question my fate.   This wealth of imagination, and the poverty of my reality.   The...

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    • Your imagination is a beautiful flowering garden, you are a wealthy man, dear Daniel! Your wording is awesome. You are a master in using the stylistic device of contrasts!

    • Daniel this is sublime in its dark vision. You have so much to say in your poem here and I for one am really liking what you wrote. Though dark it has a flow that is mesmerizing.

      John

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