• Monsters Never Compromise

    Situations, life is full of them you know? Buyer beware better handle with care It costs too much to be a part of the show Bargain basement sex simple prey they share   Casting couch confessional Bad intentions on the rise Breaking souls like a professional  Monsters...

    Read More
    10 Comments
    • this is badass dearest Damian love your message and flow 💕

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Thanks for your support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Damn you just did a mini backroom confessional. What would they not do to rise, and there is always someone there to take it.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It just kinda spilled out, it had been an idea for months. I just let it stew awhile. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Monsters believe they hold all the cards. The funny thing it’s the people that give them power.

      Great ink

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Spot on, it is the people that give them power. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Powerful and poignant.

    • Holy crap, what did you just do?! This is phenomenal!

      “Savagely sedated saturation”

      That is incredible alliteration right there! This whole thing just rocks the reader along…& that isn’t even saying anything about the message. Which is its own bag of holy crap! Clearly your late night musing hit a stride & you just ran with it, my friend!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Yeah, I’ve learned to get out of the way when the muse is driving. lol. I just follow. I loved that line as well. I was just trying to recreate a harder hitting answer to: “Casting Couch Confessional.” The whole three C’s, Then became S’s. Sometimes my lyrical instincts take over. Appreciate you.

        Damian

  • Profile picture of Cipher

    Cipher wrote a new post

    Rebel Poet

    I Smoke escapes trembling alchemical lips Poetry escapes smoke-stained finger tipsWanderer of solitude, thoughts & sorrows Tears as tiered prisms of black rainbows Sealed in wax extracted from deep spaceUppermost seriousness, written upon faceIgniting the night in a search for the...

    Read More
    2 Comments
  • Profile picture of CasketSharpe
    Legs-Open Gateway to the Cunt

                 “Women want a man 6 feet tall, making 6 figures and with 6 acres of landBut I have half of the 18 she can take-baby just make those legs expand,            “With this constant dick pussy pushing or in...

    Read More
    2 Comments
  • Profile picture of Cipher

    Cipher wrote a new post

    Poetry: Connection to Awe

    Drawn to places of stars, drawing me – Further afar.Pathways dotted with deer Knowing I Have no fear in the gnosis of My going. Breeze whispering dawn. Venus – Pulsating in The horizon – Over movements of trees. Song Swaying like the seas of the seasonsHaving arrays of reasons in their ways. Where I talk the walk of The...

    Read More
    1 Comment
  • Price Of Freedom

    all these dreams seem fadeddrowning in the silent seathe stars are all silver jadedloneliness will never set you freepassion burns beneath my hearti’m bringing down the fucking wallswithered thoughts are torn apartinside my mind the voice calls loaded weapon this...

    Read More
    7 Comments
    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. You wouldn’t be the first that felt that way, my own mother wanted to slap him upside the head a couple of times. lol. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Reminds me of a poem I wrote around the whole invasion of iraq. The poem is lost to me, but I remember some of the lines were.

      “you can go ahead and die for your country
      I value my life over everything
      and if I’m gonna die
      it’s not gonna be me wasted away
      for a bunch of fucking creeps”

      This poem has fire and I love that.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Nice. What you remember of it. I had a lot more fire during this era of my life, I still have fire but I use it differently. At least that’s how it feels anyhow. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I’m gonna say I would love to throw a shoe at Joey G. If Adira doesn’t get him with her boot first. Ironically, I know a lot of musicians. All young & vibrant…& all in Nebraska. It would be amazing to see your words given the credit & voice they deserve. My partner wanted me to do songwriting for musicians but I shut it down because I “only write poetry.” 🤦‍♀️ I would write with you any day though. And I’m keeping my fingers crossed that your words are properly heard, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friends. Joey G, has that effect on people. I’ll keep your offer in mind my friend, I’m thinking about trying to use GarageBand to arrange the music, and I’m gonna sing the songs myself. But down the road anything’s possible. I’m curious to see what I can come up with now, that I’m sober. Always open to collaborating. Appreciate you.

        Damian

  • Load More Posts

My Friends

Profile Photo
Aldo Kraas
@poetaldo256
Profile Photo
D. Ignatov
@ignatov
Profile Photo
Betty
@betty
Profile Photo
Damian DeadLove
@damiandeadlove
Profile Photo
Poetic Gawdess
@poeticgawdess

My Recent Posts

Petulant Child

Third Eye

New Report

Close