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ARE WE GOOD?

It is good

Helping out

Handing out

Reaching out

Going out of your way

But first

Check it out

Think it through

Ask yourself

Am I getting played?

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Poem I wrote

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HELP ME WANDA

The Magick

Is in the Witch

Not 

The Wand

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ORACLE

Years ago

I was given some good advice

By a friend of a friend

Words spoken casually in passing

But something about those words 

Resonated in my thoughts

Echoed around in my mind

I took the words to heart

Acted on them

Benefitted from them

Now I wonder

If this wise counsel

Was really my Guardian Angel

Speaking to me through the voice

Of someone I hardly knew

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MEET THE DEMONS

She had met a few of his demons

The ones that talk to him day and night

Trying to lead him astray

She had met Depression in his black cloak of hopeless despair

Cringed at Rage, bristling with weapons and planning annihilation

"Blow up the world, kill them all! " Rage shreiks

Confusion had wandered aimlessly through the room

On the way to sit in the dirt and make mud with his tears  

Trying to make sense of  broken fragments of goals and plans

However

The King of the Demons was Alcohol

Cunning, baffling, powerful

Constantly pointing out how a drink would fix everything

As Depression, Rage and Confusion agree  

A demonic chorus of death and despair and self destruction

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