Great!

This is really good. Damian <3

Oh yeah, this one definitely needs a place on the album! I hope it’s coming along well! The halls are a bit echo-ey without you wandering them as often, my friend

Powerful work. Superb.

Great work. I get an image of a man struggling with who to trust.

I get the sense of internal conflict, and the rhythm and urgency make it clear these are lyrics meant to be performed.

The energy builds perfectly toward the chorus: “Face to face with destiny…” I especially like the line “Loyal to the art of betrayal” – it’s a great, concise piece of wordplay.

More great lyrics, Damian. Very heavy stuff. I hope to hear the music someday.

A kickin piece my friend. Your a gift to the world with your writing.

Well poemed my friend .. 😎👍

a very passionate plea that moved me deeply🌹

I crave chocolate, and I used to crave the warmth of a body beside me. These days in my older age…the chocolate sates, and the memories of the warm bodies must suffice.
I really like the analogy drawn here.
j.

love your words…and I love the cosmos, where your lover may reside… i taste the chocolate, because you made it seem so real… much sensuality here and delicious vivid images!!!!
Warmly, B

She’s your shop…That is beautiful.
That last stanza has so much feeling to it. Lovely Peter

Wonderfully a d honestly penned. I feel the ache of your words…I know them.

Thanks fellow writers for your kind words
🙏

Nice one, Damian. A beautiful women can put a man under a spell that makes him forget any pain.

Those are amazing lyrics. Love it;))

hello dearest Damian this is a very great song I can feel your pain❤

Second stanza, first line, did you mean “you’re”?

The repetition really works. And the shield me stanza is so clever and just rolls off the tongue.
Good, good piece of writing.
j.

Awesome! The rhymes and lyrics are infectious. Like an abscess in a tooth! Nice work dude!

The interesting thing about this one is that, depending on how it’s read, it could be a woman or an addiction. Very clever use of words here, my friend!

Can heat it already. Great work. Good luck on the solo album.

Some people shy away from a poem that’s composed of rhyme. I’ve always felt that there’s a finesse to it that has to be refined like a piece of art. You have that quality. It speaks volumes, Damian!

The lyrics are so lovely, I feel the intensity of the emotions…the push and pull, the thrill and the ache. and the repeated chorus of “sweet novocain” lingers like a haunting, addictive melody. I’d love to hear you sing this. It’s beautiful

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like that it has multiple meanings, I always dig those kind of writes. Bon Jovi style, that’s a unique way of putting it, but
I like it. Thanks for your continued support. Appreciate you.

Damian

I sense there is more to this than presently meets the eye .. Good luck with production .. I suspect it will do well ..
Neville 😎👍

My absolute pleasure ..

Wow, I felt this. Very powerful write.

No one every really wins at war. It is just useless devastation and loss of lives.
This is an impressive portrait showing that.
And no one really survives. Even the survivors suffer so much mental and emotional loss.
j.

Powerfully penned, Keith. The casualties of war extend farther than those who gave their life, others are scarred physically and mentally for the rest of their existence. With Governments that discard them, after they’ve been broken by war. Sad but true my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Tremendous work. RiGHT ON MAN.

Welcome back

Great! Happy to see you here. Big hug.

hi Keith this is very honest❤

If they were Krispy Kreme, I might understand the urge. But wow, Vol, this is so upfront and in your face, I think it
simply broke the mirror.
j.

Powerfully penned, Keith. Great write my friend, you still bring it. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is a hard hitting piece that tells more about the state of the relationship than about the outer appearance of this woman. If he looked at her with the eyes of love, everything about her from the messy hair to the stained dressing gown would appear beautiful to him. He would only see her inner beauty. But between the couple you describe there isn’t much love anymore.
Perfectly observed and put into words, dear Keith! Xoxo

Kinda felt that way about my first husband. I have referred to him as Fat Boy and tiny-dick. Worst was that despite being nearly 400 lbs (I always say 600) and having a “stub” – he cheated! Add in the violence and threats…I wished for him to die.
It took 20 years after I left but he’s gone!

DAMN! I believe you mentioned “fat boy” & “tiny dick” in a few of your writes. Appreciate the feedback, always!

Well, Damn, the reiteration of Go look in the mirror is a banger. People generally do not see what they become until they are forced to. Keith very, very open write