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    Singularity Blues

      An electric voice tickled my groove,abstract shapes on the titan blur.... it bit with a bolt through trembling rustfrom a coat of flesh to bare the wireswaking an age for minding the stagewith invisible eyes on unseen highs winging a glance...

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    Rope-a-Dopamine

      Days of daze, dancing din,worn-out welcomes track in fleshhunting-horrors on dog-eared wingsto (nightly) tingle my dribbling brain… I am buried ‘neath the skinon the outside-inas I cover the site with alien light a xenolithic burstfrom my heart opaque…   glaze of gin, gushing...

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    • Powerfully penned, Benjamin. Clever title, and a really incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • hello dearest poet greetings…this is very masterfully written I can sense its heartbeat 💕

    • Okay, this took me a minute to break down. In the beginning, you give me an archaeologist digging up an Egyptian site, but then you put the chimera in, and that’s Greek. So that put me on pause.
      So I came to settle on this poem is about the Gods. (I could be absolutely bonkers with this one) Good piece.

      • Supernatural entities think they can create situations where they can feed on our thoughts & emotions through mindless entertainment and misleading media, not to mention religious and political corruptions that create a culture of authoritarianism through false scarcity and fearmongering….and they are right!

        I got my crime shows and horror flicks at the push of a button for approximately an hour every night…voila, dopamine city! It really is sorcery, which I try to seek in the mundane everyday shit we take for granted. Our minds don’t register certain things as magic because they are commonplace to us. This technology we use….it is true wizardry thru n thru!

        Thank you for that observation! Very helpful.

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    Bleeding Hearts

    With each shallowing pulse,my heart bleeds on.With each beat,my heart hollows. With each weakening push of blood through my veins,my heart bleeds on,and my limbs turn cold and deathlike. With each beating of my drum silencing,you can no longer press your...

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    Surrender

     "Oh Please not that," I tried to wriggle away but he knew I wasn't resisting.   "Oh fuuuck. Please don't. I told you before, this is a no for me," I unconvincingly pleaded with him but he didn't listen. He kept pushing...

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    Silent

    Silent  in a world of hate. My fate to live and wait for a word that never came. Better to stay this way. My day to waste and play  with words that sound the same. Illusions I came to believe.  My time would come to relief my world of silent shame. Never  will I speak again, of pain I felt so plain  or a word I...

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