the princess laughs and says, 'my love is a poet, the best poet ever'
oh, says the wizard, 'where you meet this prince, who is so clever?'
and the princess smiles a dazzling smile, 'by the sea, by the sand
he's building a pretty castle for me, with shiny jewels in his hand'
so mesmerized is the wizard, by a princess's enchanting smile and beauty fair,
he gives instructions, saying, 'dear princess you must take extra care'
'yes, thank you kindly sir, you are the best wizard ever, you are so fly'
'anything for you your highness, ' says wizard, 'forever your wizard am I'
Rusty, rickety limbs of mine
Rattle along the yellow brick road
A way to relinquish heavy burdens
Do they seek
The first weighty sack I bear
A mystical maiden has within
One who hides what the morrow will bring
Oh, couldn’t I tip-toe and take a peek?
The second hefty bag, however
Is in fact as light as a feather
Though fooled be not by its lack in substance!
For its mighty grip continues to tether me along
The path of the golden brick road
This particular bag in question
Has a greying man in its possession
One who is very familiar to me
One who knocks at the door of memory
And shows me what has come before
The last bulky piece of luggage
Has naught within its confines
Nothing but a glaring emptiness
Which tells the story of a vacant space
Where my tick-tock ticker ought to be
Thus here I am
Creaking and croaking
Along this treasured trail
With my tin-can body
On my way to the emerald city
In hopes to find a remedy
For the calamity
Known as coeur brisé
I used to long for death.
Now I'm pleading it to stop.
Never appreciated life.
Now I can't get enough.
No forever is never promised.
It can never be set in stone.
Lately my body has been deteriorating.
The only way to vent is here.
You see I have two lumps in my neck.
Nobody knows what it is yet.
Could be nothing could be something.
It varies from thyroid... lympth nodes swelling... all the way down to lymphoma, aka cancer.
They tell me not to worry.
It's best to prepare yourself for worse.
What if I am dying.
Atleast I'll be ready when my time comes.
After all we are all dying.
Life is inevitable.
Life is unovoidable.
But death is inevitable as well.
There is no going around it.
You and I.
One day we are both going to die.
Maybe tomorrow maybe 13 years from now.
Life is not promised.
I remember last night.
I told her I could potentially be dying.
I told her not to worry.
I told her it probably isn't anything bad.
She tried to fight the tears then the began to flow.
Steady like a stream.
She was breaking because of me.
I told her I need you to be strong.
She said if I died she wouldn't go on.
She said you are the one I wanted all along.
What if this sky wizard called god is out to ruin us.
I asked why he would do that.
She just replied don't go cursing Sky wizards.
If there's a god I couldn't imagine him doing a thing.
Killing a girl at 16.
Taking my life when I've only just begun.
I used to beg for my end.
Little did I know I had only just begun.
Stop being a cowardly lion; for a change.
I am so sick and tire of your;
Whatever it is between us,
Is like a challenge.
An itch that just will not go away,
I am drenched into your mist.
As you expunged my demons away,
Whether you want to admit it or not.
You are my disease,
As you released the beast out of me..
As for now,
Off to see the wizard to get you some fucking courage..
Analytical beast I have a knowledge in my locker
The swarm screams for the author
The red then spills from the blood oath offer
Higher than extraterrestrials and their flying saucers
Universal football we kick meteors like soccer
We battle in coliseums, mediators are awkward
They fear the slanted enemies eyes and their lean postures
They find it so astounding, there movement in green pastures
Hunters become hunted, prey becomes stalkers
They seem to breathe steam and move faster
Engaging renegades will never make it easy for these bastards
Thunderous parades of pain reported from the mental telecasters
Wizards from faraway lands land by spell casting
Time is forever lost but what they found is still lasting
And what Is bound is surpassing, it's an avalanche...earth smashing
The lands crashing, the world will regenerate but the swords will keep clashing.
In the Old World, those of our kind had to keep ourselves hidden and work our magic behind closed doors. We were to be secret sorcerers. A mysterious kind of folk. We were accused of darkness and exiled to despair if our covers were blown. Thankfully these times are changing.
With this New World Order, our fate is changing for the better of us all. And more importantly, the fate of the earth and the cosmos beyond. While dark magic is something we are all capable of portraying whether intentional or not, there is so much more good that can come when aligned with the magic and mystique, connected with the powers of our earthly just as our heavenly realms.
As above, so below is a saying we all know.
As it is in the heavens it shall be on earth.
Peace and Protection are granted for all who believe.
Gifts from nature given as tools and symbols so we may live a life of leisure and ease.
For now, we are teachers shown through storybook tales. To prepare you for your future in magic that comes with being born into these great times of change; for we will one day pass our torch to you; just as you will to every indigo, rainbow, soul-healing, spirit-weaving, wondrous light-working child.
Early one morning
As first light was dawning
A gorgeous big lizard
Woke up in bed with a seditious old wizard
His eyes were closed
His wand exposed
So the lizard sunk his teeth in
And the wizard's wand was eaten
The lizard thought he was chokin'
But the wizard's spell was broken.
(amongst other things)
Everything else was unspoken
And the wizard lay there smokin'
While the lizard slipped away
To greet a brand new day.
© Copyright SE July 2016
Glitters and red meters
givers and received perceivers
usher the gift of illusionary display
vision all the aspects of reality
Signal the surreal posts on trees
yank and spotlight my dreams
walk and split the glass panels
wagon us from societal ice
Glitters and red masks
course every vein of our being
pour the red wine and misplace
protrude every nautical sense
Read my palm, contact the wizard
grab my sight, take me to the moon
contactless,eventful and tasteful
contactless, easy and resourceful
"In your eyes , I'll always be a princess!
No matter how old I've grown, you still see
Your little girl , dancing across the invisible stage
A living Snow White in miniature form, who
Will never grow up, thinks her dad is prince
Charming and the strongest man on earth.
Cradling within his wondrous heart, is devotion's
Biggest fan , the man I call my father, he's protector!
Comforter, and the everlasting image , of the perfect
Man that I idolise.
No wizard's wand or sword , holds more magic
Than his tender words of wisdom, as I stroll
Down the road of my life, I am his Dorothy,
And he is my Wizard of Oz.
I know , no matter where I roam
You will be there , ALWAYS...
as a part of me ...❤"