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      Emery

      Half-past midnight on a winding road Limited visibility in this blanket of fog High stakes guilt for a debt still owed Witness stifled at the bottom of a bog   Somewhere between living and dying Where routines are locked into memory Invading privacy so deliberately prying Pounded...

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      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Light. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I still believe in light and hope for sure. It’s not always easy in present times but yes I choose to hold on to the light.. Thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • In simple terms this is both complex & brilliant .. Neville

      • Moving work. “Somewhere between the living and the dying”

        I really love that line.
        Regards
        James

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, James. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I also dig that line a lot. Appreciate you.

          Damian

      • Damian, this is the real grit of what poetry can be when told by a poet who knows the dark roads taken by many. I could see the imagery rolling like the driver on a fogbound road headed for the mercy of the night. Each stanza is strong as a shot of whisky at midnight. This is what poetry is all about. I felt this brother. Appreciate you.

        John

        • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Unfortunately I know those dark roads all too well myself. Experience is often gained through trial and error, wisdom comes from learning from those mistakes made along the way. Thanks brother.. Appreciate you.

          Damian

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      Nonsensical Thoughts

      What a pretty thing to see words sing as the lights twirl and flash what a wicked thing to read words that bring rage to be ripped and slashed The pounding of the drum within my head beats endlessly in the silence of the...

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    • FLOOR

      And you chew on my hand,skin and bone,like a mangy dogstill believingin one last caress. You chew on my hand,thirsty for touch,for a point of focus,for the image that loopslike a tired mirror:you chewing on my hand. My hand that strokes...

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      Tacit Understanding

      he bathes my wanton senses saturating them with his intensity so addictive... so nourishing... it's become a part of me   he pins me to the weight of my convictions holding me accountable... to my own beliefs and needs asking little... and knowing he'll gain everything each time he spreads...

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      • Seismic…carnal…and all that!
        You hit all the notes with so many quotables
        Good to see you still pushin that pen from the gritty to the glorious, Willow!
        A poetic banger on full display

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      Perhaps

         PerhapsBy FlatDaddyShe shared my victories   with joyful exhortations      and declarations of my greatness   when those victories at most      were worthy of soft pats                       ...

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