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    Acid Rain (song)

    Among the rain drops I walkSkin barely soaked while I talk Apparently to no one Alone yet so combined in my thoughtsI choose to believe I’m being mocked Apparently by no one Acid rain for the people walking byFriendly faces warm the hearts...

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    Her Shadow

    Once attached and following her every move, I am now what was mimicking her in life.   Now there in the background, merely so, I am now what was…   Damaged, hurt, and longing to have her back! I am now what was…   Now lingering as...

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    sideways

    there is a dismal weight of blood and bonesecured to the pain of it allscheming flesh longs to esape and take my soul with itleaking promises of reprievethere is a misery one can drinkit intoxicates making one dizzydistlled hurt...

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    it is in me to lovetwilight's gleam lay witness to my despaira soprano singing quietly of love lossso much so, even the mockingbirds inside me silencedmy depth of feeling overcomeleaving me adrifta great chasm I can't crossdesire's reprimand was...

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    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Chère C.,
      You hit hard.
      And every blow a hit.
      Don’t know which source you are getting from.
      Seems like I’ll never tire of it.
      Warm regards, Gus

    • There is a way you have of taking us inside, where we see and feel what you’re expressing. Not to the depth you do, I’m sure, but this one is potent. Beautifully aching. I can feel the pressure of the words trying to escape the heart, the chest 🧡

    • Well now, this is superb. Probably one of my favs of yours now. I’m interested in what inspired it. It has a great deal of weight being shifted from line to line, as if you can’t settle it in one spot. A heaviness lingering, perhaps.
      Well done, Crims.

      • hello dearest Styxian it is a heaviness within me for all the beings I loved and let down… sometimes I feel I should never been given the chance to fail someone so utterly thank you for your beautiful thoughts ❤️

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    Ode to 3 Voices

      May 2017.The world went quietand I was in jail.Trying not to cry—I wanted to be in the skyor on a highway somewhere,when Chris Cornell leftthis earth,that hauntedsanctuary of a voiceburning through the speakerslike a bottle rocket,fighting demons in every...

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    • hello dearest Thomas I have come so far I can feel you there…I’ll meet you there alone…Robyn was beautiful always giving to others…congratulations on you sobriety I wish I could say the same it’s not in the cards for me and the dark is constant company ❤️

    • Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent tribute write my friend. We’re losing so many voices far too early, I feel this one. Congrats on three years of sobriety brother. Lucky for us, we walked away from that demon. But no one walks away unscathed, we carry those scars still. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Thank you. Much appreciated.

    • Robin was a hard blow to so many of all generations. When the darkness swallows them whole, it leaves us a little broken. This is an incredible tribute to those voices and a great example of your own. Those 3 years are a thing to be proud of, I know they can’t have been easy. Congratulations!

    • I can’t tell You how this touchs me personally… Profound, genuine, sincere and moving the innerself in a whole way. This is a true masterpiece not only as poetry, but as feelings and human nature. Thank You for writing and sharing this truly outstanding piece 🤍

    • Thomas loss was never painted more strongly with with such sad nostalgia as in this poem. Loved this and could feel it deep down. Because most of my old friend have passed on too. I miss them and see myself in your poem.

      John

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