What commitment to pretend looks like(left).
What commitment to soul looks like(right).
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Light and Precision

Dive deeper into freedom.
A receiver of the kingdom.
A true believer sings some.
We certainly did sin some.
We learn, and we win some.
Beginning to impart wisdom.
We each start to be in rhythm.
Making markedly better decisions.
Fine tuning with light and precision.

Shaman Steve

https://t.me/shaman_steve

The Mayor

Slobber and lose it over a few curves.
The fuse is an excuse to be neutered.
Refusal to be a tool in their future.
The few that do can find the cure.
The fools will continue to stay sure.
Made sure by their books and papers.
Fooled endlessly by incessant capers.
The move is to go to some acres.
No disputes when you are the mayor.

Shaman Steve

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Brilliant Feats

A thief prefers the fees from fiefdom.
Retreat or see the need for freedom.
Proceed accordingly in each season.
Is the brief glory worthy of treason?
Blurry lines when divided with reason.
The journey finds the divine in each one.
The spine ignited fire is within reach.
About time to make a prison breach.
Doubt keeps most from brilliant feats.

Shaman Steve

https://t.me/shaman_steve

The Warden

The pebble creates the treble frequency.
The rebel relates to the devil frequently.
The disheveled have been leveled by indecency.
The decent simply meld their words and deeds.
The meek are humble and inspect a world seized.
The freaks are causing rumbles of World War III.
There are pearls of wisdom in the misery.
With them, we learn to turn more inwardly.
The warden doesn't just let anyone free.

Shaman Steve

The Seed

Is this Gotham or Sodom and Gemorah?
The plot continues with skewed horrors.
A product of those who prefer to ignore.
Ignorance has opened the proverbial door.
The glory is earned, and there is a score.
The story can turn. No reason for scorn.
The forlorn people can not see in the storm.
The seed doesn't see when it can be born.
Peace is the deed for we to be reborn.

Shaman Steve

https://t.me/shaman_steve

A Muse

A preference to live as a wizard.
Relentless to the old as in a blizzard.
Sensitive to the cold like in a winter.
A privilege to be gold with a glimmer.
Often, we lose to become the winner.
As we peruse, the line gets thinner.
We choose to do good or be a sinner.
Lose a few pounds by skipping dinner.
Muses never confuse the outer with inner.

Shaman Steve