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    Too many faces are only memories now Not so clear anymore on all the stories It seems time closed the door somehow Running off the fumes of passing glories   Innocent witness being lead to slaughter Blood laced misery saturates murky water   Silence eats slowly on...

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    • “Silence eats slowly on words never,” said. Damn that is the truth, Nice Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very truthful line, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I have that effect on some women. lol. I talk and they have literally told me it’s too early, my wife still does say it sometimes. lol. You have a great day as well. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Not enough time when we are living in the good times. When they are over it makes us feel alone. Great ink.

    • I swear, time is a traitor & the mind is it’s accomplice. And what we don’t say weighs more than all the memories. You go right ahead on & express yourself at any hour. I get told all the time “it’s too early” for me. I refuse to live on somebody else’s clock. Thats the beautiful thing about poetry…it isn’t on a timer. As always, your words resonate, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is all of that, time, it truly does call the balls and strikes. But, I march to a different beat. It is a wonderful thing, poetry has kept me from having a nervous breakdown. I’m sure of it. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Lately, I remember someone that I hadn’t thought of in decades. Or, I see a face in another face and can’t put a name to who they looked like. I’m terrible with faces. I had my mother’s sewing machine after she died. My sister wanted it and told me she was sending her husband to pick it up. I knew Bill. I was at their wedding. He was at family getogethers (mostly funerals but a couple holiday). My doorbell rang and I opened it up. I looked in his eyes and asked, “Can I help you?” Of course his response was, “I’m Bill?” I don’t know where my head was at that day. Good write. I have to try some shorter ones. Mine just runaway on me.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Paula. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve had moments like that, believe me. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    I want to thank every single person who has come to my Poetry and have read and left comments. Believe it or not, I am still trying to figure out how to navigate here, so it’s not that I...

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    Feeling The Burn

    The Earth has always had a planShe shifts continents like furniturestirs storms in her sleepstarts over when she feels like itShe doesn’t need permissionShe doesn’t need usNo, we didn’t cause all thisThe Earth has her own cyclesher own rhythmShe...

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    • Powerfully penned, Zazzles. Reminds me of an old George Carlin bit, when it comes to shaking us off like a bad case of fleas. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Sorry it took so long to reply back to you Damian. Yeah I remember that skit from George Colin. He was one of the greatest.
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