If I was a magician
I'll be perfectly poised like an Indian
Build castle in the air so I could live like a king
Dress like a rose on a sunset beach
Build bridges so I can touch things I could never reach

If I was a magician
I'll look like the pyramids of Egypt
I'll make ponds in the desert
I'll play the piano like Mozart

If I was a magician
I'll live, never to die again
I'll be young never to be old again
I'll sit on the skies and watch it rain again

If I was a magician
I'd make my father live again
I'll make my woes crush like grain
I'll wake up a beggar, always a prince forever

If I was a magician
I'll make it shower in joy
I'll make it thunder in the city of troy

If I was a magician
I'll make you my umbrella
So I'll smile anytime it storms

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

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Touching
The sensitive organs
Make you insensitive or
Refined
Depends upon
Perception of your mind

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Comes a time
when the mathematics
of the years
becomes more about
- than +,
÷ rather than x.

When wisdom gained
< vitality lost,
and dis-ease > health.

A good night's sleep
and some energy ≈
happiness.

Living is
tangential
to survival,
and not
necessarily
congruent.

Its the end I never cared to write the distance to great and still within my reach.

My road now is traveled alone and I simply check still to see if your there.

The mind is the worst prison of them all
all
My thoughts far stronger than the iron bars I view the outside world has become a stranger now.

I know my truths and see your path separate .
A man can only take so much and I have died many times only to return a little  less than what I was before.

Nothings left now tell me where we go from nowhere ?

Another midnight drive looking for what I can never find.
Old pictures captured emotions I just can't stand to bleed these lines.

Maybe it catches you when none other can see.
And the scar we bare together .
You view alone shed a tear and recall .

All I know  is my page is coming to its chapters close.

We chased many a sunset kid.

And I am left with nothing else to say.

With puff of breath
entwined with a wish
my energetic breath aims out.

Out toward dandelion.
And like sacred flying fairies
the little seeds take flight.

Ready to plant firmly
in break of day.

Thank you dandelion
for roaring with airs whisper
to move in grace
to go into Mothers soil
and bring a dream to sprout.

StarBG © 2017

Lost among the trees
Forever
You and me