Welcome to The Resteem Radio Show with @Ma1neEvent and @Poeticsnake! EPISODE # 10 Greetings fellow Steemians! Welcome to episode #10 of The Resteem Radio Show with your hosts, @Ma1neEvent and @PoeticSnake!

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HOLLOW Who are we without our memories naked shells blown haphazardly Belonging nowhere to no one no anchor no security no home Accidentally searching the desolate roads for signs we once walked them In

Hello Steemians, It's been too long....can't wait to rock some original tunes with the one and only @buckydurddle tomorrow night. The harp, violin/fiddle, otamatone, guitar and synth are being slowly warmed

BLOODWORK You fill the map of my body with dreams and desires Reaching farther than fingertips and thoughts allow But the taste of revenge falls feathery on my palette Then burning boiling at the thought

WISHING WELL Let me finally see myself in true form no filters or lies The darkness runs deep perhaps farther than I ever imagined Every once in a while a penny will fall and click and clank off the rugged

Hello Steemians, Tune in to the WhatRUat Radio Show tonight with @doghaus and @buckydurddle. The ice is melting, the grass is growing and we're looking forward to another great show with music, poetry

HOVERING Hovering above potential afraid to touch down for fear the touch would make me feel something Other than hate and destruction guilt and confusion finally realizing full effort produces nothing

PADDED ROOM Sunshine begets hope enclosed in padded rooms all over the world The jumping possibility of the day ahead seemingly open with purpose But each day gives way to night and the demons seep under

THE PAINTER AND SCIENTIST Pulling paint scraping the canvas tension pressure just enough to reveal true beauty to some Others see the surface not the layers underneath each colour an emotion born into

THE MECHANIC Dirt-drenched knuckles self-taught genius listening to the rumble of an engine through a different stethoscope A screwdriver to the ear telling secrets in a language only he can comprehend

TO DO The list is long guilt grips it coldly and firmly barely visible to the naked eye Some entries have seen years others are simple afterthoughts worn and torn on corners Bent and rusted like a metal

Hello Steemians, Here is a copy of WhatRUat Episode 4 - "No Animals Harmed" Edition! We've never laughed so hard before - hope you did too! Please join us if you can every Tuesdays at 10 UTC.

Hello Steemians, Tune in to the WhatRUat Radio Show tonight with @doghaus and @buckydurddle. We're fresh off Easter break and are looking forward to getting back in the studio and sharing some music, poetry

GAMES AREN'T FUN I am sitting on the lower seat of a see-saw the bottom scraping jagged rocks like a scar I am at the bottom rung of a ladder watching others above me succeed I am standing on the platform

TATTOOS ON A YELLOW NOTEPAD After a week of nothingness stagnation in body stillness but the mind races Through waves of ideas and regret past promises and unrequited dreams only left as tattoos on a yellow

LEEWARD SIDE Roll me up in an old sleeping bag and carry me to strange places where strange voices make beautiful music And the distant waterfall can still be heard above the roar of the blinding stars

CREATIVELY DEHYDRATED I am creatively dehydrated to drink or not to drink How can I create without my liquid inspiration How do I miss my favourite short buzz on the way up Without avoiding the long drought

HOMEMADE WINE AND WORDS Don't play me this way the dirt road kicks up dust and the most incredible memories In the moment I am frozen a still frame replaying the movie that was our life Laughter fire red

SPRING CLEANING The daunting task we automatically avoid Pushing the pleasure of completion further from our dirty hands We must enjoy the snarled mess wading with the bottom dwellers Mirroring in them