Long Illusionists Poems

I wilt with guilt,
self blame,
too comfortable with living midway
within this United 5%
stealing 28% of Time's encrusted fossil investment
as if by collective right
as if without loss,
no reparations for the other 95%
today
or for the 100% of future...

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The barbed tightrope sways menacingly
The imperceptible border separating
A chaotic world from
Inevitable peaceful sleep

She runs without trepidation
Bloodied, stained and scarred bare feet
Immune to the flesh eating jagged edges
Slivers of her soul left at every piercing blade

Leaps...

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Dark of Winter, contagious nightfall’s sigh, hide me, hide me from all. Be my guide oh Sweet Darkness pride. 
Oh Glorious Papa coming down to see, exactly what notion came over me. Why so downcast...

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A kiss,  A  Whip   They  spit,   I hit this is the life that I do not wish 
a scar on my face disgrace can someone bring me a...

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In the mirrors
                   are farrowing
            ...

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Desire doesn’t belong........

Desire dives into the ocean of the heart
Like high waves rushing to sweep the sand
Like grey clouds all roaring in unison
Gushing to douse the drought ridden land

Desire yearns to light an enduring spark
Like...

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Past lucid doors and seven seas
Through outer thoughts and inner dreams
Far beyond our last few words
And past the waves a voice is heard

Inside a world of past mistakes
We’re giving up before we wake
Within the fear...

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What images does the word magic conger,
a prestidigitator or mystic spell?
Some believe belief makes sorcery stronger;
but wizards are tricksters with something to sell,
pretending to master the secrets of Hell.

Illusionists' tricks help deceive the eye,
like hidden...

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Looking  out the  window, glancing  at the  sunset
My eyes look  beyond the stars to and fro
  Thinking  of the vision of  how my  future will go
...

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I am a door----you are a door.

A good door is neither
too wide or too narrow.

Sometimes you are a threshold.
Only illusionists praise the craft of locks and keys.

Whatever is indulged in, applied to,
attended to with a...

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Magic we see is nothing but illusion
Where illusionists fill our minds with confusion
Magicians actually trick your mind
God knows what fun in these tricks people find
It is just some nonsense hocus-pocus;
Where magicians divert our focus
To weird...

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Sometimes I tire along the path—
Colors not bright 
As they once were;
Shapes in my hands
Turning to water,
Dribbling to indifferent earth— 
Her reply to everything
The same stale belch—

The temptation
Is to believe 
That I have been lied...

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The hand that caresses the wave.
The mouth that hardly opens –
breathes in the fresh wind of the stone-pines.
To speak to the stars,
to write out signs –
that can be learnt.
It is known by the astrologers, magi,
illusionists,...

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Sonnet is not an infidel depository,
how can one be infidel to singing!
how not to weep  the weeping,
sans sonnet, which is antidote to gall ...

Sonnet is the song of troubadours
is the secret treasure of illusionists
not...

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