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You gave into the life of rock and fame;
Dove into to crowds that screamed your name.
But you broke your vows along the way
And took comfort in these vices that mixed up your days.

You let that devil on your shoulder put his voice in your head
And wound up with schoolgirls asleep in your bed.
And the angel that wept in the back of your mind
Has dwindled to nothingness after all this time.

You walk this tightrope between “good or evil”
Deluded decisions you made from that needle.
And with each and every step you take
Yet another young girls soul sure breaks.

You’ve poured in their mouths deceit from your spoon
And the strings of innocent hearts become untuned.
And I wonder if you have regret in your heart
From tearing those lives who loved you apart.

Spreading your sickness to all those around.
Poor victims that fell for your melodic sound.
But one day someone will break down your empire.
And set that rope you walk on, on fire.
 Mar 2019 duane hall
Julischka
Alive
 Mar 2019 duane hall
Julischka
When you get older
You stop being a hoarder
You focus on quality
And forget what society expects from you
Marry young and bear a child
So you think you should hide if you are different.

What a pity
To limit your activity.
The world doesn’t see
The treasure you could be.
Life is toxic so you’d better box it
And focus on your story.

Stop saying sorry.
Just find yourself and hope.
That’s the real dope.
And remember what matters
Forget all the mad hatters.
They are fake and make you step on the brake.

Because they don’t care.
Because they don’t dare.

When you feel dizzy ‘cause this life’s so busy,
Keep in mind that it will come to an end.
So don’t pretend or suspend your dreams
When you don’t fully apprehend.
Am I near the end?

My lines are not finished
Though my style is not polished
But who cares.
I’m the one who dares
To live and love, be strange and change.
For I have connected the dots
And I am alive against all odds.
 Mar 2019 duane hall
Sharon Flynn
If this love is like a dream
lay me down upon open waters,
let my heart be like a wounded bird
that has fallen from its sky of sketches.

Are you the one
that has called my name?
Are you the beat
that has started my heart to pulse?

If this love is to be my last
like the sky that never fails to cover me,
let my heart be at peace
knowing that love has come to stay

.......come to stay
..........will never leave

You are the dream I have been waiting for.
You are the heart that I have always sought.
 Mar 2019 duane hall
Em MacKenzie
I always hear the old saying
“cut off the limb.”
Unfortunately,
my heart convinced my mind
to allow the infection to evolve
and grow into a whole new limb
that became a toxic person.
Ugh

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