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    Different Spin

    Too many faces are only memories now Not so clear anymore on all the stories It seems time closed the door somehow Running off the fumes of passing glories   Innocent witness being lead to slaughter Blood laced misery saturates murky water   Silence eats slowly on...

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    • “Silence eats slowly on words never,” said. Damn that is the truth, Nice Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very truthful line, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I have that effect on some women. lol. I talk and they have literally told me it’s too early, my wife still does say it sometimes. lol. You have a great day as well. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Not enough time when we are living in the good times. When they are over it makes us feel alone. Great ink.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Very true. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • I swear, time is a traitor & the mind is it’s accomplice. And what we don’t say weighs more than all the memories. You go right ahead on & express yourself at any hour. I get told all the time “it’s too early” for me. I refuse to live on somebody else’s clock. Thats the beautiful thing about poetry…it isn’t on a timer. As always, your words resonate, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is all of that, time, it truly does call the balls and strikes. But, I march to a different beat. It is a wonderful thing, poetry has kept me from having a nervous breakdown. I’m sure of it. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Lately, I remember someone that I hadn’t thought of in decades. Or, I see a face in another face and can’t put a name to who they looked like. I’m terrible with faces. I had my mother’s sewing machine after she died. My sister wanted it and told me she was sending her husband to pick it up. I knew Bill. I was at their wedding. He was at family getogethers (mostly funerals but a couple holiday). My doorbell rang and I opened it up. I looked in his eyes and asked, “Can I help you?” Of course his response was, “I’m Bill?” I don’t know where my head was at that day. Good write. I have to try some shorter ones. Mine just runaway on me.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Paula. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve had moments like that, believe me. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    The Search for Fantasia pt 3

    The Island “Land Ho” one of the mates called as they came close to the island that Sir Hooker. Darrius's great-grandfather put in his notes. Darrius went to Vivian’s door to inform her that her self-imposed exile had come to an...

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    The Collector

    I am the collectorI collect shiny things,  beautiful things,broken things,things that can never be repairedI am the collectorI am your saviorI hold you when you need to be heldThen, when we are doneI will place you on my shelf I am...

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    blush

    get a grip I tell myselfon this shadowy afternoonsitting in the shade I daydreamwith sleek thoughts of you I cravecoveteness behave, these feelings can't be understoodconvicted soul, my flesh has other ideasseeking you in the darkmy mind alters and...

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    Melting

    102 degrees does not rival what your eyes convey Trickle of sweat Parched mouth Labored breathing One more thing will sinch my demise “Baby…I miss that mouth.” I’m a puddle.

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