You are such a strong woman, Brenda. Many don’t hesitate to lash out and slash those wronging them. But you know the power of words. 🧡

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Words are weapons and writers know how to use them, showing restraint takes self discipline. Especially against those who provoke us. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can absolutely relate to your poem, dear Crimsin. The strong wish not to hurt anybody makes sensitive people think that they have caused a conflict and are simply not lovable. Never forget that your loving heart and the power of your words are a most effective weapon and armor. Great work!

An eye for an eye brings no satisfaction, the loss still exist and nothing can replace it. Tight

Beautifully penned, Amethyste. Well she sounds sweet then, nice write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you Damian.

The title got me. The way you wove the bible in this but end it with the drink being labeled ‘What Price Salvation?’ is a damn moment. Good read

This reminds me of the late 60s – early eighties writers. Yes, I’ve read that far back.LOL. My dad loved the old classics, while my sister came to poetry during the 70s. So I saw a great many styles and such.
Almost goes with LSD, this. Seriously! I don’t condone illegal drugs, ahem, yet in moderation many ideas have sprouted for many many writers.
You write on another level, my good man.

Brilliantly penned, Ghosteen. This is truly an amazing write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

“Masks conceal the cruelest intentions
Orchestrated fear designed to control”
Wow! This is a powerful statement that holds much truth! You just have to listen carefully to politicians. They tell you everything they intent to do, hidden between distracting words.
Brilliant work, Damian!

Not only true enough but my word yours here look so pretty sitting on their very own page .. Neville

Fantastic, Damian!

Phenomenal piece Damian. Makes ya think. Powerful write my friend.

Okay, Prophet, you did it again. They only wear the mask long enough to lull the sheep. The wolves are out in force now, no masks. And you nailed this one like a jackhammer of Truth. I really wish you weren’t so deadly accurate…but here we are. That vault of yours must be packed with treasure, my friend

Tight, relentless lines. This feels like a pressure chamber where thought turns toxic and power hides behind masks. I like how the poem doesn’t over-explain—just lets the spiral speak for itself. Dark, current, and uncomfortably true.

Nice! Tightly done yet with a bullseye message. The rhymes are perfect, too. Excellent write Damian.

You were ahead of your time, Damian. This applies today as if it was written yesterday. Great poem!