Notice of absence from Damaso
I miss you friends
I miss you friends
I want to invoke the Master
but the Savage lurks swiftly
he smells the blood and hears the fear
they fight over the flame of real being
to the bitter end
This is not an end, but a means
the flame leads them to it
life blossoms and shines in sensitive aromas
Dazzled, both sigh
they go mad, the fire in their gazes!
they don't blink with thunderous jealousy
The Master thinks to sweetly enamor life
to wrap it in his feelings when it feels cold
tickles of beautiful words seek bliss,
her beautiful smile
The Savage thinks of nothing and no one,
he only goes out to satisfy his selfish hunger
he runs desperately, pulsating loudly, drooling
he savors at last, devouring it once and for all,
so he no longer has to share the fear.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2025 08:03
- Comment from author about the poem: The flame that is the portal to the divine existence leaves only ashes in ungrateful hands.
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A deep message in this poem and the wording is well done. Loved it
Well, my friend, I'm so glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your words of support. Best regards.
My pleasure
Damaso, this is 🔥. The Master and the Savage tearing at the same flame…it’s primal, consuming, and relentless. A gripping piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Well, my friend, I'm very glad you liked it. It's been a very slow few weeks, in my opinion. Thank you very much for stopping by. Best regards.
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