An emotional write! Well written my friend!
Though Marrakesh would be so hot to sunbathe in! “)

NOPE
You’re mine, Sam. Shackles, Collar, and Leash. The whole damn package. Do you seriously think I’m letting you out of this dungeon? Get on your knees and open up. I’ve got your Sunshine Rain right here for ya like orange juice for breakfast and a whole world of wonder for you to taste and worship. Just another day in paradise, baby. You know you love it.

What is love but madness wrapped in chocolate?
A trap for the sweettoothed fool who presumes that it’s permanent.
Go on your trips Sam, leave love behind.
Take only your words and the truth….ageing,sickness,death.

Beautifully penned, Sam. A great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Funny how DK said you are locked in her dungeon when the both of you are in mine. This is a beautiful piece Sam. Midnight sun..very nice.

Wonderful work. Superb.

I agree… let the dead rest in peace … and let the living live in peace

Great reflections, Damian! You are absolutely right, we all should treat each other with respect, dead and living people alike. The past is gone and the future isn’t ours to see. We should live in the present moment and fill it with love, peace and new experiences. Life is short, let’s make the best of it for the sake of all living beings!

Famous dead celebrities are always resurrected. Big business my friend. Great write Damian.

I’m with you here, Damian. It’s just plain wrong to use AI to bring back someone’s image. There’s so many heartbreaking stories out there about this. I call it necromancy, not art.
I’m sure everyone has seen the guy whose family brought his image back to life in court to let it say it forgives the guy who murdered him. This is “Black Mirror” and it’s wrong.
Thank you for bringing this to light.

I told a close friend that AI is going to rewrite the social contract.
This very articulate vent here hit the nail on the head as to what I meant
Glad you shared this, Damian

Much respect

Naaj

It is very cohesive. People put too much energy in re-writing the past instead of focussing in influencing the future for the greater good…

I love the rants, and I agree it is creepy to see them. Just let it be. Stress from work, life and lack sleep will march across your face quick. No need to use filters to see how you would age. Nice one, Damian

I sometimes read your writing & get the sense I’m reading the manuscript of an oracle. You say uncohesive, I see fluid & dead accurate…pardon the pun. I have a debate with my roommate who is mildly obsessed with AI over the use of it. I use it to turn my writing into music because I lack musical skills. But while I have more that 200 in my personal playlist, they’re for me & I share very few. Because if I could create the music myself, that would be the only route I’d use. With my daughter rocking vocals…that girl! Trust me, my friend, it’s very cohesive

You take your grief and spill it into a poem of great remembrance and timeless ache for this soul who apparently left this earth all too soon. Lyrically beautiful and soulful vision of what he meant to you and how you heal from loss. Love this poem.

John

Your poetry captures so much in just a few stanza’s. Your words are beautiful and heartbreaking. Nice tribute to your son Brenda. xoxo

What a beautifully expressed tribute, Brenda

Much respect

Naaj

I feel this one in my bones…As a mom, I know dam well that no amount of writing can take away the pain…Having that said, this is beautifully written and it gives hope that while appart, you are still connected…
Jade xox

Beautifully penned, Brenda. A very lovely tribute my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Write it out, Brenda. You honor him with your love. Write it out ❤️

We all are connected to those who leave us in death.
I still feel my father on my shoulder when I need guidance and my mom was right about everything. Both gone, but live in my heart.

Your son will always be with you.
He had a beautiful smile.

Condolences and remembrances Brenda

I feel you

🖤💙💓🤠

Love the sheer erotic narrative here that draws me in and makes me want to stay until the very end. Truly a hot poem that inspired bedroom thoughts and feelings. I could feel this deep down where the sun doesn’t shine.

John

Passionately penned, Fia. You always make the temperature hotter with your writes my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

” They start with that whisper that hits behind the ear

A practiced tone

That causes goose bumps and raises those baby hairs ”

Yeahhh…this paints a pic of some nice memories.

Nicely written

Naaj

I’ve always been accused of being a grown man… now you know why… this was a great story.. perfectly done…love it.