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
Tag: Poetry
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
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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