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    Cruel Amnesia

    Lost moments these gaps in time Surrounded by such strange faces Unable to reason can’t find a rhyme Empty thoughts in random places   Can’t recall when the mask slipped Sometimes minutes feel like years Somehow the scale must of tipped Got this constant ringing in my...

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    • Amnesia, would be a lonely thing for a poet of the forgotten. This was exquisite, Damian.

    • Hello dearest Damian great write I feel this I often wonder if forgetting is a blessing or a curse ❤️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Maybe a little of both depending on what’s forgotten. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Tremendous work, my friend.

    • Damian, this is strong tonic. I could feel this in my bones as I read. This i the stuff of poetry that feels like strong whiskey on the tongue. Sad but great writing.

      John

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is sad indeed. Thank you for your continued support. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • It is cruel when the mind slips and cannot grasp what you have lost. Food for thought.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It is food for thought, these are the little things I think about late at night. lol. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

    • Older age? I know all too well the fading of a few things within myself!
      Yet you haven’t lost your literary touch! You are blessed with talent, that hasn’t ebbed. Thankfully we write down our material, no need to remember them from scratch! LOL.
      You still can kick some ass with a pen, Damian. Wield it high!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Getting old isn’t without the fear of losing one’s self along the way. I’m just trying to hang in there. You’re much too kind, Dear Sir. But thank you for your continued support brother. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Exquisite piece Damian. Well written my friend.

    • exceptional read! full of concise, vividly profound imagery…
      a sense of melancholic unrest. ~ c

    • As you so often do, you stirred levels here again. I read this from the personal perspective of memories slipping. A sense of self lost in blips of time. I also see this as the world arena and how people have lost their sense humanity, their compassion, their community. Like the whole damn world has global amnesia. And I read it as literal amnesia from losing time in the form of blanks in memory from drink or drugs. Many layers, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Well you know me, I love when there are multiple meanings and endless possibilities. lol. Sometime’s I think it’s probably little pieces of all those things rolled into one. I follow where my muse leads me. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Love As Ruin

    There was a time when the wax streamed from our hot flame.   There was a time when our fire was a spark, then passion caught flame.   There was a time when the flame light burned like hellfire.   We burned on like candlelight until we were...

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    Our Soul-Light

    As our wax burns and drips down - our time is lost.   We both need darkness to see our flame - our soul-light.   We both need wind to see our flame's flickering persistence.   We both need ruins to see our flame illuminate a world -   which you...

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    Rejection In Her Shadow

    When she walks on by she's so beautiful… The light in her eyes is warm-spirited… She never looks my way and it is wise… I once hurt her and I can't forgive myself… I've become something new within her darkness… Consumed by her cold...

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    Untouched Tumblers (ft Mary)

    girl, you been sitting on that barstool but you ain't drinking you running or thinking?cuz I know the look in those eyesstare into the darkness they can't hideevery nightwhat's on your mind? I’ve been on the outside looking inonly my past knows...

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    • Perhaps! The best poem that I have read on Stars. I am not very good with comments, but this one grabbed my soul, Lady! This one deserves an award.

      Al

      PS. Keep in touch.

      • Mary and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts. This was an expression long in the building and much in need of voice.

    • Powerhouse,both of you are amazing women.

    • Really love this, the two of you simply rock Ladies

      • We needed to give this one its moment. Thank you so much on behalf of both of us

    • Powerfully penned, Willow & Mary. I love the guitar riff in this, and have got to ask what was that? A cello or violin at the beginning and end with a distorted effect on it. Whoever made that call, that was pretty cool. Nice collaboration you two. Appreciate you, both.

      Damian

      • That was indeed a cello! That was my call. Cello has the same deep gut effect as bass…which is my obsession. Mary digs violin more. But I’m rubbing off on her. 😉 We poured ourselves into this one. Thank you so much, my friend

    • This is one inspirational powerhouse of a collab
      Take a bow, ladies.
      Ya’ll have definitely outdone yourselves

      Much respect

      Naaj

      • Thank you so much, Naaj. This was a labor of love and a reignition for us both. I’ll pass along your words to Mary 😊

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