Words have weight and motion and I love how this moves a person to feel the words.

What a great story. I especially loved when you wrote about words flying off the book.
So vivid! Words wanting freedom. What a great way to bring them to life.

A haunting reflection on lost humanity. Our instinct to howl and dance muted by indifference, while cruelty parades as normal. The “strange fruit” lingers, reminding us of what we’ve forsaken and what it means to truly see and feel again.

I don’t like arrogant people, I’m sure most don’t. Trying to get along with them is almost impossible so I don’t try. And being in a band with one can be maddening. I don’t know, often times I wonder if they’re just wounded and like a dog they try to fight the world and everyone in it. It takes patience I guess, and a lot of it to get through and heal those wounds. Whatever. Good one, Damian.

I consider myself a peaceful person for the most part and do want people to heal.
I always wonder what the hell happened. Everyone is born innocent but living can change people.
Experiences change people. Some grow from it and others don’t and fester.
As I got older I also learn from observing and knowing when something is a lost cause.

Enjoyed the read amigo!

You truly succeed in unlocking new points of view with your brilliant and thought provoking writing, dear Damian! Many people become hard-hearted and bitter, when the storms of life challenge them. But it is never too late to reach their hearts. ‘Aren’t we all beautiful flowers covered by thorny vínes?’ in the end, love will win over arrogance, ignorance and violence!

Superb work.

I always try to be conscious of the fact that I don’t know another person’s pain. But sometimes I really just want scruff the arrogant ones and tell them “Stop making your damage my trauma!” Wouldn’t do any good anyway. But the urge is there. That arrogance is usually armor. Crack the armor and it crumbles. Then we get to the heaet of the matter. The places you go with your musings, my friend…

That first line really hits–‘Ignorance is bliss amongst the arrogant.’ It sets the tone for such a sharp reflection on how perspective shapes truth. I love how you balance disillusionment with hope–the idea that words and compassion can still open new ways of seeing

Beautifully penned

Perfectly poemed my friend .. makes perfect sense and looks so good sitting on this particular page .. which was obviously made for it .. write on brother .. Neville 😎👍👍

Damian, this is strong tonic on arrogance. You put the iron to the fire with this without a dull moment in the. You concisely and powerfully express your views and emotions that spill across the page brilliantly.

John

This is so empowering. We need to stop this.

Hi Curt. I know I left a review for this poem on WC, but the message is so important, I’m glad you shared it here too.

The imagery on this piece is haunting- The yellow scream is so vivid, almost synesthetic image that makes human atrocity feel terrifyingly alive.

The way sound, color, and darkness intertwine lingers long after reading.