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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) wrote a new post
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Brilliantly penned, PAR. So much depth and character in this excellent write my friend. Another journey is complete until tomorrow. Amazing read as always brother. Appreciate you.
Damian
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Day of Unbearable Truths
25th wakes up
with the taste of lies
still warm on its tongue.Not grand lies,
not operatic betrayals,
but the small,
intimate ones,
the ones spoken softly,
the ones wrapped in promises,
the ones that sound like hope
until they don’t.This is the day
when the month feels
an unbearable pain,
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Damian DeadLove posted in the group Music is Art
“Burned out the TV set
Burned outta sex
I ain’t trashed
I’m fucking wrecked.”– Sammy Hagar
In a Sammy Hagar mood tonight. This was a drinking song back in the day. Enjoy.. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Insidious
I’m willing to sacrifice myself
to prove the truth
of my words
of meare you willing to do the same?
lies…
in time…
will be uncovered
and everyone will seethe scuttling
ear to ear
insidiously whispering
it will be seenI have never changed
eventually they’ll know
and perhaps remember
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I think that perhaps the question might be, do they have a conscious to listen to?? Often the conscious is suppressed by the ego of self, and thinking that self is the be all and end all of everything. Hell, it’s even written into the Constitution… ‘the pursuit of happiness’. My happiness versus your happiness. What an “insidious” way to live!!…Read More
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The idea that one person’s “right or wrong” should apply to all is absolute arrogance. And the thought that disagreement on concept or friend choice should be cause for attack is insane. Differences are what we’re made of, it’s what makes us beautiful as a human ra e, and it’s our greatest strength…if we embrace them with love. To turn on others…Read More
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Willow wrote a new post
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Willow I was a target of gossip. A lie was told and the person who started it turn beet red when I confronted her with the person who she accused me of talking about. This poem is a slammer.
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I try my best to not engage in that sort of interactions. If someone says something negative about someone else, I immediately wonder what they’re saying about me when I’m not there. I don’t know what they gain by it. Once the truth comes out, they look even worse. But they never seem to figure that out until it’s too late. Thank you, Fia
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The person who whispered lies about me was a bully. Thought they’d always get their way because the mask they wore for everyone else was so attractive. That’s pretty much what I see when I look at the current completely corrupt regime. You know they’re lying because their lips are moving. But the fanatics still follow their premier bully like the blind sycophants they are. When the blinders fall, it’s gonna get ugly. We might just need a bigger bonfire, my friend
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Well Damn Par. That is deep and I like how you broke it down and brought it home with her character. Loved this