A powerful and thought provoking piece, dear Damian! Puppets on the string which move to every command of the puppeteer are easily to control…
To follow the drum of your heartbeat was a good idea! Your free rhyming flows easily and naturally!

Excellent, see .. this is what happens when free verse becomes you .. its all prose from here and no cons .. write on .. Neville

I HATE corporations and Politicians. Your poem strikes a nerve which I can easily understand and agree with.

This is really good cuz. I don’t like politics, but you write this so well.

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Back at ya.. Appreciate you.

Damian

Fantastic work, my friend.

Two verses yet they tell the whole truth…. I don’t know how the human mind and spirit will survive and deal with all these negative rushes all around and everywhere… The problem that even when You are conscious and doing what You should do, the environment around You is saying another thing, and we both know how the surrounding affects us and now we need extra extra work! Yes I do appreciate old times. Great write my friend.

You know, the number of poetic rants I’ve written this year alone actually depresses me. It never seems to end. Spilling their lies and spewing their hate on the daily. Everyone I know is numb and fighting fatigue from it all. I’ll keep spilling truth if you do, my friend

I second this addiction. I feel lost and unfocused if I do not write.

I third this addiction.

I love the written word..mine and others.

Great write,right,rite,wright….lol

Very relatable Willow. Thank you for sharing 💕

Brilliantly penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Infectious vibe your words and the musical arrangement my friend. It’s the one addiction that I feed and I refuse to kick. You summed it up well as you always do. Loved this one Willow. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

You express perfectly what most of us here feel, dear Willow! It’s the same with me – I scream, weep, bleed and laugh my soul onto the paper.

It’s horrific, that ‘silent scream’, the self-reflection not seen in the mirror, the expression held inside. I hear your pen, Willow. It’s LOUD!!! But I welcome it. Let the ink flow, make Rorschach’s of rage across the page. Just know, you are seen!

Curt

Brilliant work.

I don’t run the pen. It runs me, girl. As Shrek said…Better out than in. Excise the wounds so they can heal clean. Thank you, girl. You wield a mighty pen yourself

Thank you, Thomas

This is so warm and tender. I can feel the comfort of being there.

Such an intimate image…nesting in the chest. Where life beats and love lives. Beautifully written, PAR

Beautifully penned, PAR. Such a warm and magnificent poem my friend. You always find a way to amaze with your words. Appreciate you.

Damian

Poetry is crucial.

Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent storytelling as always my friend. The final battle was intense. Seems like a bittersweet ending to me. Even in death the mother left a mark. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

Ouch’ that’s taking mother love a tad too far methinks .. Just who’s side are you on he asked? Matricide, she replied .. Just ripe for Halloween my queen🩸🖤🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🦇🦇😎👍

A very engaging story.
Troubling and sinister.
Regards James

good morning dearest Keith Happy Halloween I can’t help but have a heart for Toxie great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Keith. I remember a clip where Toxie challenged Jason Vorhees to a fight. Would have been an interesting battle. To quote Gorilla Monsoon: “It’s the irresistible force meets the immovable object.” Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian