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

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

Powerfully penned, Naaj. Excellent write my friend. I dig this. Much respect.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Great piece of what’s up dude, we like this and the pic

This opening, “He stalks along the fringes of the Sub- conscious” is a great setup for this piece. You get a sense of foreboding.
Dump you in the lost and found and the leave you used up and broken. I mean wow. Very strong emotions. Like this piece.
Read it a couple of times

When you roll into soul excavation, you are at your most potent, my friend. This reads like a bell tolling or a fog horn blowing on a stormy night…Pay attention! Glad you brought this one back out of the archives.