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    Looking For Nihilism

    Looking For Nihilism    Words are funny things. They allow electronic impulses to speak express, even fantasize and create ideas. For a long time there were no words, just grunts screams cries or pointing along with the brush work of facial expressions as our art of communication.   We were young then and everything was new, even the...

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    • First, I have to say I love that song. Second the poem is a powerful piece and to feel good at what they have done they first have to feel right. good piece

      • Fia, that cover by Disturbed, is haunting and so appropriate for when I wrote this poem. And while today (2026), there is a political awakening to the horrors perpetrated in our name, and people are actively protesting in the streets again, the majority still hold tightly to this system, to this idea that, while flawed, America is still “good”. But America has never been ‘good” or great. America has always built itself up on the blood and bones of people here and around the world. And until people recognize this and act to get rid of this system, this song, “The Sounds of Silence” will remain powerful.

        Thank you Fia, for your comment.

    • Honestly, if I think too hard about what’s happening today, the cruelty being doled out with such casual disregard for humanity, I crack a little inside. The corruption at the top doesn’t upset me as much as the blind hatred and full support the zombies give it. Hatred will be our unmaking and pain is, unfortunately, humanity’s common denominator. This is such a powerful piece and there’s so much going on in my mind now that I’m going to leave it at that and sit down.

      • Willow, it is not an easy thing, to think about the horrors and pain of the world today. It’s a sickness that is growing, and keep growing, unless we dig deeper into our humanity, our humaneness, and stop it. Willow, let me offer you my hand to help you up, to point you towards those who are refusing through nonviolent protest and resistance. There is still hope for humanity.

        Thank you Willow, I am glad for your visit and comment. -Curt

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    A Series of Wonderings

    A Series of WonderingsI wonder if you everthought yourwhispered lies hurtany less than  those you shouted ..and I wonderwhen you squeezedme like thatyou were thinkingof someone  else entirely maybe ..in fact, I haveoften wondered why after all wethen shared,...

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    • I wonder about past experiences with certain people and wonder as well but like you said it’s not very often. I like this

      • You are way too kind & that heart of yours is a big as a planet .. thanks again Fia .. Neville

    • I can only say thank you Thomas & mean it .. Neville

    • Bless you dear Crimsin .. a great deal of water has flowed neath the bridge since this was first penned .. but at the time, I thought I was drowning .. Neville

    • Many hugely appreciated thanks now winging their way to your side of the pond .. Neville

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    The raven's hue

    Stress coiled around her eyes. When hope dissolvedbeyond light-years,she slid open her dresser drawer. Beneath sprawling pharmacy scriptsand towers of credit card bills,the black metal trigger pulsedraven-dark, alive. With a velocity that could split stars,and energy enoughto fracture galaxies,she became weightlessa wandering...

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    jazz on a rainy day

    I sat at the café table by the window, rain tracing slow rivers down the glass. The city blurred gray beyond, tiny circles forming and vanishing in puddles that caught the soft glow of streetlights.   Jazz drifted from a small speaker, warm and intimate, and I...

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    • My funny valentine is a beautiful song. It’s something that sticks in the mind. I like how you said that a painter may hear it. That could make is day go easier. Nice piece

    • I remember this one. It is so good. Top tier writing, really. It could be in any creative writing book out there. I think it’s my fav of yours, and perhaps your best. Excellent.

      • I wondered if I had posted this before. Thanks, Styx. This is the result of about 18 revisions. lol

    • hello dearest Tim you’re obciously of great taste…I feel your pangs on this rainy day painted so beautifully ❤️

    • Beautifully penned, Tim. Such an excellent write with amazing storytelling and precise imagery my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You spread imagery like a true artist in this one. A painter could never touch it. You took us there and settled us with that song in that café and created a moment forever breathing

    • Tim this is one of the most evocative and emotionally strong poems of have read on the Beat poet experience. I have read much Kerouac, Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, and many others and this poem takes me into the heart of their world but written in retrospective from a much later time. Truly this is a work of great poetic art that refreshed my spirit on how much I loved reading those writers from yesteryear.

      John

    • Really great work. The depersonalization of our world. Moving words.
      Regards
      James

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    Passing Seasons

    In bare treesI’ve lost somethingto grey winds passingto thoughts that should havelingered longerbut they drifted bylike leaves downstreaminto the mistThe grass bendsin the lifeless fieldI call meand I go onfor more seasonsthan I can stand.

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    • wow this sounds like a relationship and how you feel within yourself in it great write ❤️

    • Thank you, Crimsin. 🙂

    • This has me thinking about my dad. This is very good Tim, I like this alot

    • On point, Tim. I love the reflective nature of this. It has powerful meaning on its own, as a read for us too.
      My father died slow, and quite aware of it all, til the end. I was his friend more than his son. But it was crushing just as much.
      Your write is outstanding.

      • Thank you Styx. You’re lucky, my father didn’t know who I was in the end. He thought I was a hospital worker being he was in and out of there so much. He may have known on the last night, but I’ll never know for sure.

    • Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. This one pulls at the heartstrings. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thank you for your thoughts, Damian.

    • Tim, I felt this in the marrow of my bones deep in a place I haven’t visited in so long. Truly a deeply felt poem with a melancholy beauty that was perfect for this night’s reading.

      John

    • This captures the way memory frays at the edges. A tender, aching piece.

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