The Basic Law states that human dignity in inviolable. But dignity, physical and mental health have long since become the playball of abuse of power and corruption. Very well expressed. Powerful writing dear Damian!

I hate corruption. Seems that it’s becoming more obvious with no one taking charge. Awesome piece dude!

When reality warps, the shapeshifters ascend as keepers of the shifting veil.
Only those who guard the ancient flame of truth withstand the empire of forgetting.
Great words Damian.

A terrific summary of mankind’s terrifying – and worsening – predicament. Excellent Damian. Harriet-Jacqui xx

Damian this poem brings light to everything that is going on. Really good cuz.

This reads like a warning flare shot straight into the dark.
The anger is focused, and the clarity makes it hit harder.

I literally sat on my hands for a minute so I didn’t launch into immediate rant. The whole purpose of their actions is multifold, I think. First and foremost, create fear and stir up animosity and hatred. Second, fill their privately owned concentration camps for free labor. And third, though definitely not least, continue the trafficking started by the big name these days. These people need to be stopped, prosecuted and locked away forever. Powerful, my friend

This is no other way. That is so true you need to keep going forward while the euphoric feeling is there.

“Death walks beside me,
slow, patient,
hands in pockets,
whistling something,
like it’s got nowhere better to be.”

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Really dig the stanza above but it was all amazing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Great work, full of fire and grit.
Regards
James

Thank you.

The way you describe death walking beside you with his hands in his pockets, like he’s not worried because his time will come as it always does in time and he’ll be there for it…all wrapped up between the moments of gorgeous nature unfolding around you…this is a masterpiece! Also, there is a distinct feeling of tiny death found in witnessing something so incredibly awe-inspiring beautiful. Brilliant

You are fantastic. Thank you.

Many times writes are over my head, like this one. LOL. I’m pretty good at deciphering poems, etc. Yet some are more complex and perhaps “inside” than I can travel to. But, pixie sticks poems have kept many a reader caught up in the meanings, looking for that connection with the author. It is a bond formed of our mental values. Of what we grasp for, as writer and reader. You make a hell of a spider.

Oh motherfuck YES, this is goddamn poetry. I needed to get my head out of my own ass and breathe some air, and you, my sweet Welsh friend, are cold wind on a warm day.

The way you fuck a line, gods, with lube and soft kisses and hair pulls.

You weave a poem and use an unexpected trope-twist to make real magic. I’m reminded of why I word-crush on your shit.

THE FUCKING LANGUAGE…

straddle waking dreams to the hymen-ever-after

AND THIS?! Fuck you. I’m literally jealous I didn’t write it…

….and the moon is a voyeur’s pearl
stringing whispers to sky balustrade

THIS?! AAAAARRRHHH!
strip negligee to bone

I’m almost over-stimulated and about to cuss you out for being brilliant but this?!

sea-shell coved against my ear
like a seance with the deaf

…. that was amazing

I wish I hadn’t quit smoking.

Kickass shit.

BB

Dear R,

The energy of night passion jumps off the page in this piece. Two lovers trying desperately to make it happen without consequence of hurting others. The romance of the ocean in the back ground is hot and (al)luring. I really enjoyed the beauty, intensity and sexy shivers in this poem. H 🌷

Hauntingly, up my alley…fantastic!

Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Excellent write with great storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian