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Virtual entertainment site Magnum Music Machine V1V1N8 Kelowna, BC, Canada

Soul Factory Welcome, to the Soul Factory We have cool souls,... sophisticated souls, luxury and economy. Choice is a matter, of who you want to be. Yes we ship souls, to many exotic places. The beauty of some souls shine through on faces. But that isn’t true in a few cases Still our souls fit, into big and small spaces. We offer young souls and old souls. Some souls refurbished with extra hot coals. Each soul’s prepared, to play different roles. Some kind, some cruel, others may play the fool. Uncontrollable souls, might not follow the Golden Rule If you are lucky you’ll find inner peace Those souls are mostly shipped to the east They know more, even though they have the least Somehow mindfulness, calms their inner beast. They are content during famine and feast Once selected, just wait and see, if your soul will make history. Unfortunately we can’t promise, there’s no guarantee, some souls prefer obscurity. Others seem to thrive on inner misery. They may not match, your life expectancy Either way traveler, you get what you choose, there’s a no return policy, here at the Soul Factory! By:Richard Lamoureux

Beyond The Open Door She stretched her arms across your abyss, so that she could covertly open your door. She cried as she peeked into your eyes,... for you held onto a grief that did not belong. She promised to baptize you with positivity, but she could not promise you wholeness. Eternal bliss waits until the end of a journey. Your place is here, within your current heartbeat. Do not fear, you will find deliverance. Tick tock, tick tock, time whispers, as you grasp for your sanity. Roots and branches are different and still they are the same. Above and below the grass, they stretch beyond the boundaries of shame. They know there is fresh spring water and a blue sky to claim. Root rot happens if you choose blame. You will burn through obstacles, for you are one who possess an ancient flame! She watched you devour a bullet, you absorbed the lead. Your enemies believed you were dead! Sap left your bark as you bled. Yet, she could hear you sing beyond the red Ooh ooh the rain comes, my eternal heartbeat drums, ooh ooh my heartbeat drums! So she caressed your leaves with fingers and thumbs. She was thankful to witness one of the blessed ones. She listened as the Church Bells sang in the night. Under your branches she bathed in the moonlight. There above you was a sky dotted with bright. She felt more than your might, you were a magnificent sight. She allowed her imagination to take flight. Her mind soared above flickering firefly light, absorbing your pure bright white. Tick tock, tick tock, you whispered her name. You are both different and the same, living on the thin line side of insane. She felt no shame, no need for blame. Ooh ooh the rain comes, your eternal heartbeat drums. ooh ooh your heartbeat drums. She desires to caress you with fingers and thumbs. Your branches stretched across the abyss. With your leaves her lips you did kiss. She was awoken by an open door, no longer a slave to her fear anymore. Together you traveled to an ancient shore, finding a place on the edge of paradise. Yes, just a few steps beyond that open door! By: Richard Lamoureux Inspired by J.W. Earnings His piece Bite The Bullet, Edited Version

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Ring Ring Did you really make God, a character in your play? Did you feed him... the words you wanted Him to say? To that kind of god there’s no need to pray. He’ll justify you and you’ll believe you’re okay. Instead of you believing in him that small god believes in you. He’s refashioned and new, so that you can do, anything you want to do. No consequences, or reason to feel blue. The path to that god, changes when you want it to. Still, do you wonder, when you’re all alone? Is there anything, for which you must atone? Why is there that emptiness, deep within every bone? Is there a reason, your heart feels like stone? You made god in your image, you’re comfortable on His throne. Meanwhile God keeps calling, but He keeps getting a busy tone!

Paul, Peter and the Tweeter Why not choose, a billionaire leader? One who is not ... an eloquent speaker. Trouble rises, he robs Paul to pay Peter. The bold rich need tax savings, forget about the meeker. From a distance, we watch the kingdom teeter. Him smirking on high, he thinks "What could be sweeter!" Why oh why, did so many choose that cheater? Global temperature rising, things aren't the same. Scientific facts need hiding, isn't that a shame? There's new logic he's applying, says coal dust isn't really flying. Even though the fish are bitter and you can't see them under the litter, no one can turn down the heater. "Fake News" he says, check out T-Man's Twitter. The Country is "Great Again", cause he ain't no quitter! Yet people are making less than their babysitter. Good jobs will go with free trade, might as well become a waiter. Otherwise you’ll starve sooner or later. People happy, he wants to build a wall. Mexico will pay, so build it tall. More immigrants? You don't need them at all. But no one left to pick the fruit, or to be at your beck and call. Watch it all fall, for sure the economy will stall. No one buying nothing at the mall. Meanwhile Klu Klux Klan standing tall. If they ask him, T-Man will let them guard his wall. Look for all the signs, a leader who's a hater. Mastertweeting flatulater. A logic lacking debater, self-loving, self-promoting, congratulator! If he pushes the button, we might become a large crater. He'll spin it and tell those left, "I'm the great emancipator!" If you don't believe him, You’re just another disloyal traitor! By: Richard J. Lamoureux