Of course it hurts
No matter…
You will continue
Is a mountain
A grading slope
Or a colossal venue?
There is no escape…
Nor can you pretend to
Simply reach inside
Find it in you
Go on your way
By Magus
copyright 2018
Looking For A Way
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Observationist
He concluded then,
After seeing the starry night
Unfold –
Cluing in
On times of old
– And expelling smoke
That all the universe
Dwelled within himself
(Perception is ALL)
At least until,
The hammock broke and
He took a fall
Suddenly, he felt
VERY small;
Became aware
Of what he did not know
So, he retreated
To the house
To watch
The late show
——–
Written by Magus of Conjure Work
Copyright 2018
min. wage
who do i think i am?
you ask
why,
i am joe schmoe,
don’tcha know?
i am he who plays
by the rules;
the servant of fools
i am the scrounger
of pocket change
i am he
who will exchange
himself
for gain
you know my name.
yours is the same.
By Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)
copyright 2018
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Antiverse and
last day
in the days of short pencils
and long papers
an earned renunciation of earlier
struggles
supernatural glimpse of a
well cooked tomorrow,
lying on the plate
beside the knife of
decision
bringing in the trot lines;
wrestling with those large, fat fish,
ready for the pan
and the flame
no more kung-fu,
arduous battle with
quadratic equations
instead, glancing at a
moldy clock,
I see that the
little hand is on armistice
and the big hand is on
congratulations
As Time Goes By
As Time Goes By
Performance by Kevin Trent Boswell. Written by Herman Hupfeld. Arrangement by Dave Frackenpohl.
How High The Moon
The 1940 jazz standard written by Nancy Hamilton, music by Morgan Lewis.
Here performed by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell) as a chord-melody, instrumental guitar solo. It’s not my own arrangement, just one I picked up from a book of jazz standards. Enjoy.
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a beautiful trap
a beautiful trap
enveloping prey
with your
impossibilities;
ideas…
a subtle swarm
of lovely fireflies
invades
the lungs,
precipitating
an expensive sleep
and all this
is just your way
of saying
hello
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Death
a brief glimpse of something sort of like poetry… but not entirely… by Kevin Trent Boswell
The bean came undone
The waters did run
And runners so fast
Cannot be out run
It worked out in the wash
And came out in the rinse
And no one’s thought
About it since
by Kevin Trent Boswell, aka Magus
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Untitled
goodbye to long loved lover…
of mind
of body
of soul comfort
a simple adieu will never do
i had to learn of your blues
before i could come to our parting
with my new lack luster ontology
i will reflect
on my past respect
for you
and what you meant to me
we danced on the threads of being
auriferous sight,
through the succulent sight
of your superior seeing
last night i dreamed of monsters
but while i was awake
my mind was subservient
to your subsequent safety;
many daydreams did you bring me
in baskets of gold weaving
but now, my mind troubles
at the thought of retrieving you
and your sorely, of late,
soft company…
which has become sharp
and obtrusive
these days, since the
course of my ways
has drifted
away from you,
my former confidant
i have betrayed you
in some sense,
since i have outgrown you,
i now must disown you,
no longer a jewel
but a weight
no longer the earthy giver
of the delighted light of life,
my freedom of a wife,
full of discourse
and ideas
i will send word of your purpose
through my travels,
the undertakings of my soul
seen hereafter without you
i will miss you sorely,
though i may tolerate you
no more
by (Magus) (Kevin Trent Boswell)
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untitled
Question not, nor wonder why
Twist not knots in thy mind
Much is mystery beneath the sky
Meant not to know whilst in thy prime
Understanding lies not in fruit unripe
Sweetest fruit is aged and cooked
Pull your freedom from nature’s pipe
There lies the knowledge you’ve overlooked
by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)
Fertile Green….
Fertile Green May Not Be Overcome
You shall never diminish,
If no more so than in my mind
You have succeeded thus far, fair lady
In clearing the dust from my table
To replace that foul antiquity
With fresh linens and the lovely flowers of
Your feminine presence
Perhaps now, may I prove myself worthy
To sit here and dine, beneath the light
Of your intoxicating grace
Fertile green may not be overcome
No lasting path shall be cut
Through the forest of your youth
The increasing resilience of your spirit
Will cause you to flourish and grow wild,
Beyond the dreams of men and dogs
Never pausing to contemplate
The futile mutterings
Of half-hearted fools
Fertile green may not be overcome
By Kevin Trent Boswell, ©️ 2018
