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    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...

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    • 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

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. 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

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    Share the love part 2

    It's been locked away for so longYou're asking me to allow you the keyTo push open the door that's so strongLetting you see what can never beDo you hear the thud, thud, thudDo you know what it could beDo...

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    A Setting Dawn

    Funny how I do feel like a pawn,before this now setting dawn.Each day over before it has begun,eclipsed by a forever waning sun. Just another creature of the night,sealed in tight within the write,treading water in all of this ink,struggling...

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    • Dear S.
      Oddly, this poem made me hopeful. I don’t even know why. Maybe this; I know you worked well and hard to make this poem and while you were doing it, you may have felt it relieve your sorrow and emptiness. Am I wrong? If I’m lucky, when I’m low and have the freedom to write, if I’m not put upon by some duty or demand and I find few words to write, it frees me a bit from my palatable discord. Is this it?
      Thanks for writing this.
      Jim

    • This poem gives me a feeling that the writer is tired but will continue their plight on putting words on the page. Nice;))

    • Powerfully penned, LDF. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Dad, It's Snowing!

    solid white plains meet the horizon crystalized fine like powder   ice figures sculpted by free hand on every tree   wind swaying arctic breath flowing silently snowflakes dance   innocent eyes childhood ideas good memories nestled inside   from the window looking outward deep in thought weaving beauty   when a voice so familiar warms my soul with splendor   my son says.. Dad, it’s snowing!!     Copyright @ Damian DeadLove...

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    • Awww that is so sweet. Nice memory.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t always give a lot of tender moments in my writes. lol. Tell you the truth, they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. I don’t show my tender side often, this one was letting my guard down, big time. It was a special memory, in fact they’re the biggest reason I quit drinking. That and I didn’t want to damage them mentally by not understanding why daddy drinks so much. I didn’t want to scar them. I brought tears to my own eyes now. Best choice I ever made. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Born in Minnesota so snow has a special place in my heart. Although I prefer to watch it through a window. When the kids get excited about it, it’s like magic is happening. My daughter is a huge winter fan. She talks about how she would beg to go out in snowfall & I would bundle her up to keep her warm. Made sense to me. She saw it differently…”Mom, I was bundled so snug I practically needed to be folded to get on my sled. I was a starfish!” This one brought back memories…& laughter, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I liked snow until I grew up, and had shit to do. It’s a love/hate deal. In your defense, it never hurts to be prepared in the elements. lol. Thanks for sharing a snow memory my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Cry

    Why do angles cry?    On angelic faces,    Leaving tracks behind.    Leaving traces,    On a wound,    That cannot heal.    From lashes of words,    Made from steel.        Why do the tears fall from grace?    Upon this fragile place.    Weeping and    Wallowing    From this ache.        Why does it feel like I am losing control?    This never-ending...

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