• 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

    • 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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    thunder

    an intensity in a moment floods meyou smile at me and I get tripped updamn it, I blushyour charm is disarmingsacred honesty, it makes me uncomfortable, this vulenrabiltiyyou wield your sexcaptivated I stareglancing at your furtively until our eyes...

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    pretty when I cry

    my sadness sufferswept understanding my tears formyour shadow loomsstoic resolve you don't need meoccult need I'm a groupie in your shadesorrow gleans information from your silencejilted passion longs for your touchbut I'm pretty when I cryyou covet my longingdesire...

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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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    Call of Skulls

    Call of Skulls I have been reading the obituaries, lately, morbid perhaps. I also walk through Pilgrim Cemetery, at night, the place where my father’s tomb is, the place where his father’s tomb is. My grandfather was a World War II Veteran, buried with the...

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