MAGIC

The way you stare at me is magic

And I can’t help but look at you over and over to check if you still looking

When you say you magic me, I felt good,

I felt bad, I felt nothing and everything, but not really sure what I was supposed to feel

So I felt nervous to say magic, because what if magic is not real,

I will be standing on the newly cut green grass wishing I was it.

When magic becomes your worst enemy, turn a magician,

Be close friends with your worst enemy,

So that you will not again feel hurt from magic,

Because magic is simply not real,

What is real is something else,

They just gave it the name magic.

**** Blond-Fair Grace-Favour; Beloved Protector

it is destructive
perfecting life
it is
love hate and more love

searching for perfect
in a reality of imperfect
with intention of breaking
the imagination of reality

stepping away
from own lurking shadow
into a influenced world
to find another shadow

walking on stairs of bodies
to get to own crowned kingdom
as midst leaving print from own
shoes into hearts and minds

Then finding the road built
by our hands and finding the promise
we promised will bound us
with the "i do not's"

Now finding gold in hands
in harm, rocking
melting the hate
and melding our hearts

He's the gift
the bound to true promises
the road to real life
the way, we could never imagine

...Holding Beloved Protector...

Shame On You

Shame on you for not helping the kid that was getting beat up

Shame on you for not standing up for that kid getting picked on 

Shame on you for not giving a mare dollar to the homeless person

Shame on you for not trying enough

Shame on you for not giving to those who deserve

Shame on you for giving too much to the ones who don't deserve

Shame on you for all the excuses

Shame on you for all the "it's not my business" excuses

Shame on you for all the verbal abuses

Shame on you for all the pressure you put on them

Shame on you for all the pressure you pun on yourself

Shame on you for believing you just know better

Shame on you for believing you not enough

Shame on you for believing you are surrounded by the world

Shame on you for believing you don't have a backbone

Shame on you for believing only one of the three stories

Shame on you for cheating them of their money

Shame on you for cheating them of their truth

Shame on you for cheating them of their trust

Shame on you for cheating them of their love

Shame on you for cheating them of their life

Shame on you for feeling sorry for yourself

Shame on you for feeling lack of yourself

Shame on you for feeling like you have lived enough

Shame on you for feeling desperate

Shame on you for judging when you don't really know the story

Shame on you for judging the them for their lack of knowledge

Shame on you for judging them at their lowest moments

Shame on you for leaving that injured bird in the middle of the road

Shame on you for leaving when you knew the other bird needed the injured bird

Shame on you for leaving yourself behind

Shame on you for leaving your humanity behind

Shame on you for holding back

Shame on you for holding on to the bad memories

Shame on you for holding on to all the items...

Shame on you for holding your breath too long

Shame on you for failing to see that you are in control of how they see/ treat/ are towards you

Shame on you for saying you forgave, but in your heart you know you did not

Shame on you!!!

Shame on you!!

We are fools of our own accord:

We cannot help but look onto other for justification, compassion, love, and many emotions that resonate within us. We are the doers of what is wrong with the world. We choose but not wisely and surely not fairly and thus we are the end to our own humanity. We are followers of trend and at present being a person that "stand out" is currently the channel we follow; Stand Out The Trend. We are not followers, we are those who follow. We are the mistakes of our past and the contributors to our future mistakes. We are lost in the meaning of looking for meaning that guides us to the champion of the world not the champion of ourselves. We are the reflection that we dislike and the distributors to others what we are blinded by. Everything, from the length of our skin to the thickness of our bone is to promote self. To sell ourselves to the slavery of status, to impale on to others untruth and fictional emotions to satisfy our own ideas, our own misguided beliefs. We latch to things that go our way and sprint away from ideas we cannot grasp. We become identical injustice that chant on to other to free us from the same injustice we share with others. We are so un-free from ourselves that we play king and gods in the misery of others. We sit in claim that it does no good nor bad. We are artificial, a product of which we hate, the failures that fear to see it's reflection. We are the destruction of simple pure. We are Man.

The poem of you, I, and the circle in between

Perception is not the truth

the truth is the biggest lie

lie down waiting, pretending
to avert the queens strings lit fire

Finding oneself standing

in a room where everything is wrong

the feeling of not belonging

but hold on to every wall

the ground can shift

to any side

at any time

but you held my hand

and you brought me to the king

The queen sent sharp eyes

and there was nothing but cold

the breeze, so cold the breeze

you just could not feel it
but numb my fingers, numb my toes
and shivers hit my body
and I felt an earthquake in my lungs...

in my horror I imaging verses

of your beautiful plain sight

confusing

this is confusing

how did you learn to be so good at it?

these emotions

awkwardly trying to grasps

something called love

then

I learned to pretend
with denting smirk

While I lay under the queens fire

the king turns his head

and I wanted to see tears

from the corner of his eyes

his back is what I feared the most

Turning ghost before the queen

I saw myself lie

trying not to wake from infinite sleep

it was just a memory trip

waking up to a strip of fire on my skin

realizing anything is better than being here

It is supposed to hurt more than the fire

when the king held his sons and smiled

But it felt like another day

trying to be a kings son

hearing... "You are the queens son"
hearing... "she brought you, you are hers"

but still forcing my way into his heart

pushing, at all cost

trying to get my share

until there was no space left

"Perception is not the truth

the truth is the biggest lie

emotions and distortion

you should have just abort"
I tell myself that
as I look back
time and time again
I wish I did abort