I am a bad waiter.
You can point something out on the menu,
And I probably still can't fully explain to
You what it is that I am giving to you.

I am a bad burglar.
You will see that I am really loud,
And I probably still can't fully explain to
You why I only go for things that are impossible to take away,
Why I cant stop having my eyes on things that already have an owner.

I am a bad kidnapper.
You can say 'no',
And for some reason I still can't fully explain to you
Why I will always ask for your permission
Before I try to take you to some place
You don't even want to go.

I am a bad person.
If not,how come I can make a list of things
That I am bad at.

Write about me she said,
Write me a poem and tell it to the stars,
Talk about my talents,
Or confess my many scars.
But her beauty could not be captured,
By any photo or ball point pen,
And no length of poetic summaries could ever,
Express the fire that she holds within.
Even Venus, she is envious of her,
As she walks this earth with grace,
A fallen angel from the heavens above,
To know her soul is to know real strength.
She twirls her arms above her head,
As she dances down the street,
Twisting and turning away with the wind,
With the prettiest smile you ever did see.
She needs nothing from you, and she takes nothing more,
She comes and goes softly with poise,
With all of the beauty she possesses she still is so compassionate,
Because that is who she is by choice.

Total Strangers
Total Strangers > Friends
                               Friends > Lovers
                                                 Lovers > Ex-Lovers
                                                                 Ex-Lovers > Total Strangers

Sadly, it stops at the beginning.

A nervous finger drawing pictures in the syrup left on a plate , a long drag off a Marlboro , a cold stare for traffic , heavy exhaust , frosted glass . Polite chat with my waitress , chef nods in my direction with a quick smile , she tops off my coffee . On foot again . Southbound down Hwy. 42  , morning paper under my arm , brand new gloves , scarf , sock cap , cigarette dangling from my mouth . No cell phone or place to be .. Returning to my sanctuary , a two room bed and bath by the railroad tracks . A bit of clarity and civility directed toward anyone I should pass , prior to arriving home and morning meds !

The most common magic trick I've ever seen is making a 100mm stick disappear.
It is the oldest trick in the book.

Everyone knows how it’s done but everyone is always never tired of being the audience to it.
Maybe it’s because the audience is always invited to take part in the act.

The trick is always done by a stressed magician,

The trick mocked by kids trying to imitate the 100mm disappearing stick trick.
They hide under the pretence of being stressed.

They disgrace the world class performers that had practiced the routine so much throughout their lives.
Never quitting
And
Always over rehearsing.

The performers would always keep practicing until it becomes its second nature like breathing.

Until it becomes like a habit,
Until they become too passionate to the routine on perfecting the make-believe act.
That they are too obsessed to  realized they had become addicted to it.

They had become too reliant over it and that they can't live without it.
Even on their last breath they would attempt to show its final performance and draw its strength from it.

The most common magic trick I've ever seen involves a 100mm stick disappearing.
The trick is like every other disappearing magic act.
First the object is lit on fire with a light,
Second the smoker kisses the object and takes a deep inhale praying the performance would go well.
Third you get distracted by the smokes given off in the exhale
And ...ta da.
While the Smoke rises
It is estimated
14 minutes of the magician's life disappearing.
However the audience is too focused on the main act of the 100mm stick disappearing to notice.