Hauntingly penned, Brenda. Excellent dark write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Chère C.,
Hope you survived the Valentine thing.
To me, it’s like refined food, it looks like the real thing, but when you bite……

I love your poem a lot.
And (like more often than not) I love the artwork as well. And it makes me wonder from what place on earth it is pictured.
As I’ve never seen the moon in this position.

Any way, you keep surprising me with your work. And I am grateful that you share it.
Warm regards, Gus

“decorating my inner landscapes with hope” my favorite along with that entire stanza.
Wonderful work crim.

Thanks for the info, Fia. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Absolutely. Survival is never selling your soul. Nice;))

This cuts like a jagged blade—raw, relentless, and unflinching.
You’ve carved the chaos of guilt and power into verse that doesn’t beg for mercy, it demands it.

“Bloodshot brain struggles to recognize.” A lot of powerful lines, but this right here, I think, hits the hardest. So much is happening, so many of us walking around dazed and confused, so many of us see what’s going on and struggle to make sense of it, so many of us find it hard to process, we look away, hide behind comforts, behind lies, behind whatever makes it digestible. Loved this!

Well done Damian. This one cuts deeps and lets the truth ooze out into our consciousness. Perfect!

Survival.. its the only logical way to go forward .. Muchly enjoyed .. thankfully with my soul intact .. Neville

I love a great write about survival.
There have been times where I tell myself to get through the next few hours.
Just get through it and it will be fine.
Then the next and the next.

One of my ‘good or bad” traits is that I don’t back down from anything. I have no problem questioning literally anything that seems wrongish. Your write reminds me of that. How the masses fall off the cliffs blindly, not hesitating or asking why.
You’ve been on quite an artistic soapbox lately. Stand tall, preach it brother. You’re a natural.

I wish more of them would admit their wrong-mindedness when Truth hits them. But they seem to double down on their willful ignorance and continue their zombie march. Fueled by the love of division and dominance. Too blind to recognize they’re being dominated by their white messiah. This time has definitely brought the hate and ugliness out in broad daylight. It’s always been there, but not as overtly. When the dust settles and (hopefully) decency as returned to the top, they’ll ooze grudgingly back into their sewers. But we will always know they’re there and remember who they really are. Never sell the soul…powerful indeed, my friend