For those that write it, there’s no other way of expression that feels as real. For those that read the greats and the subject they intended, it’s an awakening with each one read. Maybe over and over again. The subjects you mention are a testament to its power. Well done.

hello dearest Naajir I have created on alcohol I though my poems were better then it was a conduit to release me in poetry really I’ve written in all states… I would alwaus say to the powers that be my poetry halls are perfectly scribed and no onr gets in without the code to my inner sanctum…our flesh is one thing and our soul another this is some deep understanding of our poetiv spirits ❤️

sorry about spelling your name wrong I’m getting sleepy…

Powerfully penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend. The life of a writer is a journey down many roads, some are kinder than others for sure. We are observers who chronicle our experiences, mistakes, heartbreaks, passions, faults, and personal wisdom in this life. I think the gig kinda requires it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

We have not yet met. Sir; I just stumbled into this piece — to my very great pleasure. You just gave me my best present for this Christmas, a beautiful description of the why of poetry. Thank you so much!

FD

Whatever the reason…that last stanza is full blown exclamation point punctuation. Without my quill, I couldn’t breathe. I know you get it

Some don’t realize it takes all of this to write good poetry or simply to write. It takes really living life to open tat pen and synch it with heart and mind. Tight

I’ve been feeling this much myself of late. There’s a sense of division, of isolation, being forced upon us daily. The atrocities come so fast and so hard we can barely catch a breath before the next hits. We have this vast universe available to us in the internet. And it’s that very universe that’s locking us away from each other – ironic, that. It takes conscious movement to stay connected with each other and our humanity. But it’s taking a toll. I love that you repeat that verse of needing to just go home. Enough is enough, we’re tired. Brilliant write, my friend

hello Damian this one hurts on a personal level my son in part duing to poverty and hopelessness drank himself to death at 37 he just wanted to be able to get his kids school clothes and other necessites I helplwssy watched on being relegated to poverty because of my poor mental health I fear a lot in this climate where people are driven to desparte meaure great write ❤️

Well, this being the first write of the year, you started out with a mic drop moment. We all must go home eventually, but before then, when are we going to come together and help each other? We do stay separated, and those who try to connect get accused of having a hidden agenda when all they want is connection. A sense that they are not alone. This is so good cuz.

This speaks of the poor, the homeless, to me. Getting them help is like jumping through hoops. The wealthy stay rich and ignore them. Those in power are absent. The government make promises, and forget them. Life in the real world is a gauntlet to be navigated. And so it goes….

There’s a raw, unflinching pulse here—I can feel the ache in each line, the weight of life bending the soul. The repetition of that fatigue hits hard, making the reader live every step of the weariness and isolation. Very powerful.

Your brilliance and talents shine in this very powerful & well written piece. Raw, revealing and so very real. Nice work Damian. Happy New Year!

This is excellent Damian & what’s more, I have been thinking along very similar lines .. Ragged & real just as it should be ..

This strikes us all to the core, unfortunately. it’s like we are skirting the line of endtimes. Every day I check to see if the next big war has broken out. When it does, America is in for a rude awakening. Obviously, the biggest complaint will be the even higher costs of living, and not the loss of life. Values are askew.
Your write is a keen testament to this all. We the people will be pawns, still.
Excellent visionary write, Damian.

chèr D.,
Amen to that.
I’ll be back tomorrow to read it again.

Kind regards, Gus

Your wallop of a write had me nodding in agreement. So many truths are nestled in every line. Love will indeed live forever! Outstanding write, my friend.

Clay

Well said. No body is promised tomorrow.

That last stanza sends this one home. Wonderful piece Damian.

Dear D,

Inspirational to be sure. This write was a movie short where I could envision the hero if the piece roaming from one stanza to the next recognizing the differentiation of God and truth vs ai and evil. Great write. H🌷

” Shadows on the wall are growing

Coming to poison what God built ”

Those words were written with a hammer and chisel.

Dope overall vibe
Diggin the positive outro, brother…

Much respect

Naaj

Sigh…where to start? I agree with Naaj up there. 👆 Those lines are definitely carved in granite. There’s a loss of humanity occurring on so many levels today. AI is replacing human labor, taking human paychecks and means of living. But AI does what man tells it. It’s not out there knocking on doors and handing out resumes. It’s the greed of man dehumanizing their fellows that’s doing the damage. The fact that we have a deranged overstuffed cheese puff feeding frenzy to his blind acolytes speaks volumes for the state of man’s moral compass right now. Every decision they’re making is destructive…to the earth (our host) and to its guests (us and wildlife). Yeah, I got rolling but this one took me to so many places. Keep carving those lines, my friend, and I’m sure I’ll keep ranting

Another steamy masterpiece, you may disappear but when you return, it’s turnt up

Passionately penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend this is fire here. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian