Could I word it, I tried a thousand times,
What came forth was not what was
Expected. a quick removal spell was
Needed with all, they weren't life
Just words taken form.

"Abracadabra"

I tried as I must, for what are words
But power under breath, and I
breathed a lot, hands and knees greeted
The floor more times than you wish
To know. I would ponder the thoughts
And the way each part told.

"Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo"

But was it my wording, my accent playing
A part in all spells going wrong, was
It to much  to ask for just one thing to
Happen right not wrong.

"Alakazam"

So many to be said, different things to
Do, which one would work on what
I wondered or who.
"Dam this stick"
"Dam this book"
"Dam these words"
"SIGH"
I want to do this trick to make a wish come true.

"Open sesame"

And with that one word I had spelt all was
What was meant to be,
not guessing, mumbling, unrecognizable words
I had spelt it out, used thought and in that moment
All that I wanted.
"A rose for my mummy"  
Appeared in a petal of rainbow colours
That smelt like popcorn sweet not sugar mind you.
Given to her on mothers day, hi mum what do you think.

I saw a man on the street he was
Of a sorrowed face,
Glum on what walked on by.
I spoke,
"Why do you sit there in your suit"

"He spoke"

"Got any spare faith"
"Spare some prayer"

I'm down on my luck, my suit once
White, now tarnished by the many
Names I have.

"A word is powerful"

"Religion was my gift"
"Now its my curse"

I must admit no offense, but I am of those
Of no religious consequence, I believe
In the seen not of what......

"This is my pain"
"This is why I ask for some spirit"

As he drinks back from a brown paper bag,

"Its not what you think"
"Holy water to keep my spirit up"

"OK"
"That's what they call it these days"

Look I know your lost, not finding your place
In this world, you had a good run, but we
Have graduated moved on.

"My words are used wrongly"
"Its not their spirit breaking"
"Mine is faltering as well"

"Look I know the doubt you have"
"But were not children anymore"

I point to the heavens, look up there, we're
No longer in the crib, we grew and were
Moving further out, those that believe,
You still have. But as time moves forward
Ourselves we will have faith in not
A past tense book that split us up.

"Peace be with you old man on the street"
"I haven't got a prayer"
"But a few coins for food of thought"

And I left him, looking back as him
I saw him palms joined together,
Hearing these words spoken out.

"Got any spare faith"
**"Spare some prayer"

And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again

The needle you loved,
The needle you cuddled
While we were in dirt upon the floor,
Voices raised in soliciting ways,
Another ten too go in your arm,
"Did you ever think of us"
Did you every see love through
Blurry,
Forgetful,
High,
On the liquid perferting your arm,
We were your blood
We were your lineage
But all you saw was annoyance,
Crying,
Fearful,
Scared
As the next on the revolving door
Smiled, and shoved us away as he left,
Another ten in the arm"
You were quiet, still, no longer
Moaning at are cries for food.
They arrived because of the smell
Because of cries heard through paper walls
Our mother
Loved the liquid
Our mother
Loved less,
All because she need the high more.
We were taken from the decay,
Needles caressing, seeping upon the floor,
And we were in warmth,
Cared for by strangers
More than our blood who loved the needle
More than she could, would ever care for us.