We all are unique magicians

From a painter to a nurse
To a poet that writes a verse
We create it in our own way
To brighten up somebody's day

We may all not have mind blowing tricks
Though our goodness still sticks
Our efforts never go unnoticed
And we don't make use of hypnosis

We all are created for a specific use
Each with our own personal muse
We all are unique magicians
And we will fulfill our missions

a magician never reveals their
tricks to the joker is what you’d
told you that sunday night last
september as you had sloppily
crashed into a river and made
both of our cold bones shiver.
we both knew this was not a
typical drive down the road
because you had broken the
moral code and would soon
be toad while i lay with still
bones and a frantic call home
on a stretcher in the back of
an ambulance with hands
holding my body together
as you asked the police to
give you a moment so you
could have a breather and
a smoke or two because
you knew you were through.
they asked if you wanted to
leave me alone and head
down to the police station
and you just shrugged like
this was not your creation
because your court costs
were more expensive than
the knowledge of my pain
and i wished I had caught
that last sunday night train
instead of drinking with you
in the rain and making fog
against the window pane.
i was told not to move as
i waited for the helicopter
and you were pushed up
against the side of a cop
car and cuffed with angry
resistant will and the tears
spilled down hard and fast
from your pretty little face
because for once i would
not save your ****** ***
and get you out of this gory
mess that had turned your
sunday best into a disgrace
and made my bones buckle
and cry out for some rest
for they had been pressed
and strained under the now
drowned window pane with
blood creating a vivid stain.
your head ducked down as
you were pushed into the back
of the car and you glanced up
to see my motionless mangled
body watching from afar.
how’s that for a date night?
you laughed as the tube
down my throat made me
cough and the police officer
gave you a stern look before
slamming the door on your
smirking face so hard that
the car shook like my body
did with hollow echoing sobs
that made my eyes run like the
river that had made both of us
shiver as you had claimed that
the joker would always deliver
even if the magician would not
reveal their spells for the joker
had his own secret way to hell.

He's a magician.

Oh, how beautiful his illusions are;
His dashing, mesmerizing smirk;
Those colorful eyes;
His way at making what I see bend;
Capable of manipulating reality.

Pulling me in, as he motions his seductive scope;
Flawlessly choosing the next set of actions;
An awe-inducing thing, he is.

But he's also glass.

Cracked by his past;
Pretending that he healed so fast;
So fragile, and yet so strong too;
He could break if the pressures too much;
But he could take a bullet for you.

He's a glass magician.

Playing tricks with the fragile;
Although, he isn't any more agile;
His exotic motions and beautiful projections worthwhile;
But he's still on the verge of breaking;
You can see his body shaking;
Molding him back solid won't be realistic;
I wouldn't believe that he was ever like it.

For every angle, there's a new scene;
Formed by his ways and only his means;
He's sculpted by a world that lives life insane;
That's why he has cracks, cause he's formed by the pain.

maybe you and i
could take time
for each other.

a stroll through
the leaves in
sacramento.

why cant we fly
like the crows?
they only know

about everything
ive ever turned
a stone over for.

we never get
to taste the fruit
for ourselves.

this cheap dinner
is no armour for
the life you keep

out from me,
a magicians dream
you cant see the fake

thumb that hides a
phoney penny.
its really only worth

half what he says.
the show and the
tricks are just

tricks.