This is sad. This tendency for being out of control

Evolves around some tragic altercation

Endless riches won’t fix an empty soul

Insert semantics to avoid conversation

that is so well said Damian

hello dearest Damian so well written your heartbreak I can feel it ❤️

My gratitude to your friend, who inspires you to write this brilliant poem, dear Damian. You found the right words and arranged them very well to express what is going wrong in a society where people cherish material possessions more than the things that really matter in life.

For some reason, the word “sorrow” has always had a poetic nod to me. I don’t know why. It sounds less sad than “sad”, or something. Your poem carries it throughout, too. As if you are aware and ahead of the game of sadness, and are dealing with it. Maturity within the emotion, perhaps. Excellent word build.

This pulses with dark electricity—chaos and isolation crackle between each line.
The images burn and linger, leaving the reader in that tense, uneasy space where beauty and despair collide.

Dear D,

Such a reflective piece. Handful of sorrow. Amazing refrain that stops the noise and helps put the important things in place. Lovely homage to your colleague. Speaks well of you to recognize his gift to you and in return your gift to us. H🌷

The images of isolation, demons, and “empty riches” function as symptoms of a subjectivity that has lost its center and finds its only echo in its own abyss. There is an almost apocalyptic cadence, but it is treated as a diagnosis—not of an end of the world, but of an end of meaning. The final question does not seek an answer: it exposes the bankruptcy of the very idea of ​​the future. Brilliant, my brother.

What a poem Damian. Well said and tragically sad. Great job.

“This tendency for being out of control

Evolves around some tragic altercation

Endless riches won’t fix an empty soul

Insert semantics to avoid conversation”

I favor this stanza the most because it resonates deeply within me. I share with you, your sadness my dear friend. This is beautiful, and sad.. A true sentiment of raw emotion and sorrow. Well done! xx

Excellent write. You know sometimes writes just flow out. Other times when it takes over a day it feels like crafting – like putting a puzzle together that takes time. This one reads beautifully.

I think all poets are familiar with sorrow. Perhaps it acts as an impelling force to get out the feelings inside that don’t want to stay hidden. I would love to hear the music behind this. Nice one, Damian.

Strong piece Damian. As usual penned with great rhythm and flow. Sounds like a friendship that has strong ties.
Well done my friend.

Unfortunately your words here are prefect fit for now adays. People are killed all over the world, horrible massacres here and there, for what? some “humans” feed on greed, on blood and money… I am a believer of the good-evil battle and it seems we are now at the cerst of this battle. I agree about your title, it’s emotionally poetic. Thank You for keep sharing your heart and kind humantic poetical voice🤍 Peace🕊️

“Insert semantics to avoid conversation”

That line was such a gut punch for me. So often people dodge the subject by deliberately engaging in semantics play. They know exactly what’s going on. They’d just rather turn a blind eye. Pretend it isn’t there. And thus we are in this current box of what-the-fuck trying to figure out how to come out of it in one piece. This is so relevant to the world right now. Shall I toss another log on the fire, my friend?

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

hello beautiful Fia this is perfectly written and it’s true older women no more how to please a man I like an older man myself combined with a little arrogance great write ❤️

Love the flow first. but also the attitude of claiming what’s yours. Tight

This is honest, real and demanding. Well said Fia.

That flow and to the point understanding hit straight on

I love this one, Fia.

This is raw possession and feral confidence on the page—jealousy sharpened into language instead of apology.
It’s confrontational without flinching, and the voice knows exactly how far to lean into menace before it becomes theater.

I’m digging the attitude and confidence. Telling it like it is in your own sense of style.
Back off my man! This is fun to read and had a swag urban feel to it.
Loved it !

That’s tellen her. When Fia lays down the law, watch out! lol Nice one. 🙂

“There’s something that comes with age and time” there is something about this line that speaks with stoicism and control which also lets a little leeway to catch a case.
I loved the underlying theme, she may try tempt him but you have his heart.
Great work

This is a subtle warning huh. LOL.
You make it seem “nice” because it rhymes. But so does “sharp” and “harp” -which is what they will be playing when you finish them off. LOL.
Great little ditty, with some real smoke!

I don’t know when we let it start but it is not going away any time soon no matter how many get hurt.

Much needed words Damian 🙏🏻

And here I thought this was going to be a Metalicca tribute…
I dunno dude, America is pretty messed up and confused by a lot of things. I don’t even try to understand most of the craziness coming from all sides. The aggression and violence, and antagonism’s and instigating is so rampant. I don’t see any solutions either, in any of it all.
Thankfully we can chill within our creative worlds and that helps us deal with it.
Your write is spot on. Bravo.

Damian. Your social commentary is spot on here. Your message is clear and your voice is loud & intelligent.

Thank you for voicing something that’s been on my mind for quite sometime now. I had a title in mind but your piece has influenced me. Wonderful work sir. Let’s be the voice for the voiceless.

Sigh…where to begin? I’m really late in arriving to this piece and it’s going to take me a while to catch up again. This is such a solid expression of the insanity taking place these days. And as more has occurred since the writing of this, it doesn’t appear to be ending. What we can take and hold as hope is that my fellow Minnesotans said fuck the tyranny and stepped up. Not in violence, but in peaceful protest and consistently showing up. The intent of the regime was to instill enough fear and chaos immediately to cower everyone quietly into their assigned boxes. That didn’t happen. They chose a winter people in their hibernation season. Wake the bear…deal with the repercussions. They’re Vikings, for fuck sake! We do outnumber the guns and the bullies. That’s something to hold on to, my friend.