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MinceMeat Chronicles RagMag Interview Double Bogey

I reed-member the time when
we were down ; we were suspended by
the promoter in the South Side League
this guy owned both a Hockey teaam, a Roller Derby Team
and he was a Wrestling Promoter.
I got suspended and couldn't
get a job due to him owning every team or company in the area.
I gotta call from "Begging Idiouce"

BAR CHRONICLES

Fireflies in my bourbon 
(PART 4 OF 10)

The bar looks haunted today,
Jukebox playing requiems as long songs,
Cigarette smoke suffocating air in between inhalations,A man knows he needs air to fill his lungs.Yet here i am bending knee so you don't leave my lungs ,however I'm gasping for air as if I'm drowning in words such

BAR CHRONICLES

Drunk man and Truth.
(PART 3 OF 10: WHISKEY BLUES)

The barman knows my demons and knows how to cage them,the bar is broad as spine of a mountain when mine is collapsing on carrying guilt.

Days pass as my whiskey burning my throat 
I learnt that I was trying to burn your name off the lining of

BAR CHRONICLES

100 Whiskey Shots.
(Part 2 of 10)

You warned me not to visit bars at night,
Now what must I.do after our bad fight?
The street lights are a flicker of your smile
Not as bright ,yet so subtle to moments to come.
There is a pattern of sincerity in your calm,
Yet now we are headed in different dirences by a

BAR CHRONICLES

Blues and Memories fleeting.
(part 1 of 10)

I wrote suicide  note on sweating whiskey glass,
Pain pleading on moments pass.
Pet names on cords of base guitar 
Piano naming memories for each black and white bars,
I started seeing those memories enveloped in scars. 
Fleeting but leaving behind Traces of you dancing to a dying flame of a

Chronicles of the Thiefdom

They rise in suits, not in truth,
Whispering honey into the ears of youth.
They promise bread, and break it twice —
Then sell the crumbs at triple price.

These are the kings without a crown,
Their thrones built on a broken town.
They speak of peace with sharpened knives,
While trading bombs for children’s lives.

Parliaments of puppets sway,
Dancing lies in grand

Afam Bill: The Idan Chronicles

Now gather ‘round and hear this tale,
Of a brother cool, calm, and never stale.
It started on a peaceful morn,
When Idan himself was quietly born.

Jehovah smiled and said, “I will
Give kindness form— son of Bill.
He won’t be loud, he won’t wear gold,
But trust me, watch this man unfold.”

He gave him peace, a decent brain,
A knack for

Chronicles of the wayfaring sea

The sea stretches across a vast expanse
Blue and white, do the waves prance 
As a boat struggles to stay afloat
When the waves draw themselves to their height entire
The folks crouch down and say oh sire!
Spare us of your wrath
For  sinners and saints are we
And by every decree
Shall we  adhere to our values
With a

Chronicles of a Boomer Poet

    The years meandered ‘long ‘til I hit twenty
       dreams of fame, girls and money

    Married too young, I was a jerk
       tethered now, to the daze of work

    Lost in their haze, decades

Laptop Chronicles

In the glow of bright screens, secrets unfold
Hunter's laptop weaves tales both bold
A dance of power, truth bought and sold

© daniel miltz

Eucalyptus Chronicles

"Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, 
      which once vibrated with indigo streams
  in sparks of salient storms ~
   I soar across melancholic mangroves, 
           fathoming, if I am the forlorn pollen
    with a crown

The Chronicles of a Tortured Mind 1 of 10

"Who Am I"



Voices in my head the unheard of
 They mimic, they pester, they lie
  All to just torture my mind

Who Am I...
        Who Am I...

I question I can no longer answer
 They've erased Me, Myself and I
   Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind

Who Am

Incompetent Government Chronicles

Forestry Service and Bureau of Land Management 
 I don't know, maybe this year, you do your damn job?!

Maybe this year, you anticipate the obvious trend of massive fires? 

Do you think fire lines are out of the question? Equipment pre loaded in quadrants, with watch-towers and water for extreme dry conditions?

Follow the windA**holes !-!Maybe

CHRONICLES OF ALENE COLLINS

CHRONICLES OF ALENE COLLINS
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Alene Collins, a tender soul in tumultuous terrain,
Touched by turmoil, torn by tenderness & pain.
She grew in her teenage testimonies, trials & tears,  
She's her grandparents' guiding light across the years.4

Separated at birth, scared and unseen,
Sorrow silently settled in her serene.
Without a father's face, she learned to thrive,  
A mother's

Mystics Chronicles

 A Bushel Of Sage, I'm Stardust
 Ascending through meditation, Soul Drifting Wanderlust
 Seven Doors To Heaven
 VICTORIOUS! I Raise the Alchemists Scepter,
 Climbing Stairways above the Mists Of Life
 Rising Aflame, Blazing Lights like Nazarites
 Aura Sheens Of Infinity the Spirit Gleams Forever
 Soaring Above Lies & Oppressors,
 Ever-Flowing like the Grace of an

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