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    A Great Divide

    So much pain sent within a shockwave Voices turn silent when riddled with fear Wearing a face that only appears brave Underneath it stirs a torment more severe   Out in the ether the air has grown dense Seems the grass is dead on the...

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    • Im reminded of the old adage…if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. Goes right back to your other poem…gotta read the fine print. Believe the lies, trust the cardboard cut out caricature, you get what you deserve. Hitting nails on the head with a jack-hammer, as usual, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true, all the old adages and wives tales are quite accurate. You know me. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • hello dearest Damian karma always has her way well said I am depressed it feels heavy this poem great write 💕

    • “Been swindled under some false pretense”, def felt that line.
      Nice penned my friend.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Wally. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite lines as well. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • “grass is dead on the other side”. The older I get the more I feel that. Great ink.

    • Damian, I read and reread your poem. Took me into the heart of chasing rainbows and the stark reality that often is at the other side. Superbly crafted poem.

      John

    • That hits with a quiet force—like courage stitched from trembling threads. The contrast between silence and the mask of bravery unveils a moment of deep vulnerability, almost like a portrait of someone holding themselves together just enough to get by. It carries the weight of all the things left unsaid when fear takes the reins.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Wow, you are so spot on with your commentary. Nice job catching all that, brother. I know I can jam a lot of things into a write. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Wax-Like

    Vulnerable... My wax-like existence  in the presence of your flame makes my eyes drip with tears.   This constant bleeding of my soul... This neverending torment... My waxy soul will sometimes  avoid the world's flame,   and my running tears will dry. And my wax figure will be silent... tears dried...

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    • I think that open vulnerability is a great strength, in a similar vein to how admitting ignorance is actually a sign of great intelligence. It’s easy to melt when you feel more than most…,most people wish they could burn like you.

    • Powerfully penned, Daniel. Another incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Pianist

    I reside in a house with an adjoining lighthouse on the dreadful cliffs on the coast. What makes it unique and even haunting is the only thing up in the tower are the lights, a piano and a corpse....

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    • Daniel, I love your stories; you do bring them to life.

    • Powerfully penned, Daniel. Incredible storytelling, amazing imagery my friend. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Daniel this is magnificent. My eyes were riveted to the screen as your tale unfolded. A work of dark literary quality that was incredible to read. Truly a publishable story. Knowing this is just a chapter in your book amazes me. Truly fantastic story telling.

      John

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    Iridescent Fractures

    there came a time when what I had so long denied in truth…deeply buried refusing to acknowledge it (because truth...was more than I could carry)it erupted...and all sound went silent for a frozen moment a vacuum whine slowly building sharp in the back of my mind (and I...

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    Bourbon On The Rocks

    carmel colored liquid fill my glass up make it a double and let it breathe   swirl it around  smell the warmth embrace the taste we got all night   let me pour you one don’t wanna drink alone not that we do that around here we sip   top shelf stuff don’t waste a...

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    • Oooh, this one has a cozy, tingly feel to it. Can almost hear the soft murmur of voices & clinking of ice in the background. This one sings of intimacy, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Spot on, intimacy was very much on the menu. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • That atmosphere is peaceful with a bit of loneliness to it. Nice spill.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I try, this was just one that kinda wrote its self. Appreciate you.

        Damian

        • The way you describe your drink sounds like you are praising a beloved woman, her beauty, her character and attitude. And it seems like there are many parallels: in its velvety Amber colour consistence bourbon can have a soothing impact, It Doesn’t Ask unwelcome questions, it is simply there and understands …
          A powerful and thought provoking writing that is as meaningful and important as it was 10 years ago. Brilliant, dear Damien!

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

            Damian

    • This feels of a good moment. Though too much of a good thing can lead to trouble. Damn those demons. Great ink.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. They’re everywhere, hiding in the minute details. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Happy (early) birthday toast incoming! July 18 deserves a proper celebration—with Bourbon’s smoky charm and Vodka’s crisp fire clinking together in style. Here’s to bold beginnings, blurry stories, and the kind of laughter that lingers longer than the hangover.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, PAR. So glad you connected with the write my friend. You always find a way to make me smile. Thank you for being you and your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Ahhh, Damian! 🥃

      Nothin’s like sippin’ choice bourbon with a friend (on the rocks w/a splash-a bitters), sharing a tale or two with laughter in the air.

      A feel good write that lifted an olde bard’s spirits ‘n brought a fond smile for moments past.
      A lovely week ahead to ya, Syr Poet! ⁓ Rascal🖌

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Rascal. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Ah, the old days. I too loved stories over drinks. I still tell some stories, just don’t drink anymore. I wasn’t very good with moderation, only so many drinks on the old punch card. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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