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 .. 😎👍

I have done a fair amount of cursing in my day, Fia.
But the muse turns a blind ear.
j.

Sometimes it feels like certain people are drawn into your life for different reasons, not always for communication or connection, but for maybe even deeper philosophical meanings than even those can provide (I recommend all the Stoics, of course) It always pays to patient…and observant. Good form and thoughtfulness.

Brilliantly penned, Fia. Always dig your musings my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Thank you ;))

A very striking and succinct piece. A fire burns in these verses.
Regards James

Your writing always conveys your emotions very precisely, emotionally. I mean this: many thanks for sharing what appear to be deep, deep feelings. Can only hope that time will lessen the pain felt as soon as can, Fia.

Beautifully penned, Fia. Sorry, it took me a bit to get to read this. Excellent storytelling my friend, you are truly amazing, cuz. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fia, this is series had my eyes held by the gravity of your dialogue that was as riveting as the Red Shoe Diaries tales. Just great story telling dialogue at it finest. And just love how you took me striaght into the biker character and the reporter’s dance of words with him that ended on that fabulous encounter. Great work here.Enjoyed much.

John

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
🙏

“She was there until she was gone”—Butterflies are free, like in the old seventies film.
And women are free as well, they may lite upon our branch for a few seconds…but we must not try to hold them.
They will come back if they wish.
Like this poem a lot, Neville.
j.

Hello Jacob, it is good to see you have joined the new gang .. and thanks tons for reaching out & considering my little but not so new scribble .. Indeed, many thanks indeed sir & wishing you well .. Neville 😎👍

Tremendous work, as always my friend.