Being a musician is my main dream

I've played guitar for about 25 years. At the beginning of the pandemic, I started using social media to make money as a creator. I'm 46 and I'm living with my parents on a tiny attic. When I pick up my guitar, I bang it into my tv. Being in this tiny and hot space has completely stifled my artistic drive.

My original plan was to release my poetry book, set up a tip jar and start a store for my art. I did all that and I thought I would make the money to move out and record my music and make videos. I was hoping to get it set up where I was making enough on the platforms that pay you for views so I could just give my work away for free. It has not worked that way even after I've been trying for five years.

I can't record my music until I get my own place with a little space. Also I need to pay for copyright and set up distribution before I release my music.

Over the next few months I gave another poetry book to release, a few stories and a couple projects I've been working on I need to release. Hopefully, they'll make me enough money to get into a place like a motel or a studio apartment.

All we can do is show up everyday and hope we get a step closer. My dreams aren't that grand, but they've seemed impossible to fulfill. But still I show up and try.

If you want to check out my store or my book or my free content or leave me a tip, click my linktree link to find everything easily! Thank you for your continued support. T.F. Burke. Linktree

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Welcome to The Broken Paywall!

Welcome everyone! I'm your host, T.F. Burke. I wanted to make a place that's free to be entertained, I'll be posting my best writings, photos and soon, music! Even though this is free, I still need to survive. My hope is the people that enjoy this page will purchase my poetry collection Waves of Clarity on Amazon or donate to my work and well being on my Kofi page. In my profile is my Linktree and it has all my links to make it easy for you! I have a ton of things to post here, so be ready for free entertainment! If you have any questions, just comment and ask away! If you want to collaborate on writing poems, lyrics or short stories, I'm your guy! If you want to be featured here, just ask me! Over the next few days while I'm launching this page, I'm going to make some social media pages for this blog. My hopes are to build those pages and my YouTube channel to maximize reach and eventually monetize! I look forward to meeting all of you that enjoy my work! Reme...

When The Devil Is Desperate, a short story by T.F. Burke

It was a gloomy day when the Sisters Of Light convened for their ritual. They had finally found the spell to kill Satan. The sisters, also known as the "OCULUS", had journeyed 2500 miles from their convent to Mount Ararat to assemble the spell and kill Lucifer once and for all. A prophecy which was foretold centuries ago. Satan was furious that anyone would dare try this spell. He appeared at the altar the OCULUS had made. His eyes glowed red with fury. All of a sudden they started glowing bright purple. His bones started to crack,then a purple explosion blew him a half a mile away. as Satan lay there, broken and bleeding, he did the one thing he never wanted to do. He summoned G.U.S. A shadowy figure starts walking up, as if from nowhere, the sound of his legendary guitar dragging behind him. The OCULUS kept chanting. hurriedly trying to finish the ritual. They knew what was going to happen. G.U.S. put his guitar strap on and started...

Halloween -a poem by T.F. Burke

HALLOWEEN There comes a time on Halloween, The veil is thin on worlds between, Scary things break through on this night, Not of this world, oddities made to fright, Too scary to see, some may say, Even the ghosts hide, tucked away, Evil lurks and evil plays, Evil sings songs of evil days, If you see that this night is nigh, Heed your despair and try to hide, Believe me now, you're not prepared, To see the scary of the scary that ever has scared, It just so happened, One Halloween night, A couple of teens decided to risk the fright, Arms locked in arms, To steady their way, To bravely face the evil of this day, Quietly they crept ,past the sign that say, Old Ridge cemetery this way, With trepidation and shaky steps, To face their fears of the souls that slept, But on this day, they didn't know, Spirits hide, so they won't show, Through the dark with little light, The things that stir, filled with spite, Things await they never thought to see, Ghosts did shudder and demons d...

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