Up to Eleven

Up to Eleven
I haven't a song in my heart
All I hear is the dull roar of broken dreams
Pounding in my head, steam train
It's a wonderful world of color
Everything is in black & white
Under-determined to keep moving forward
Sailing off a cliff into oblivion
I want freedom from the old ways
Before the end days
Splayed out, a corpse from fantasy
Mercy, mercy me
tree branch

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This tiny — but mighty — podcast celebrates the oral delivery of the written word. My goal is to showcase and chat with emerging & established writers at all stages of their careers and probe the minds of unshakable industry folks to show us how to become published poets and authors.

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