Is Anybody There?

If we know it is all an illusion, why do we believe in magic? It is because we want to. Maybe it is a way to see the world through a different point of view, one that allows a sliver of fantasy to permeate the air and make us wonder “How did he do that?”. Maybe we are so appalled by our own frail and fallible existence that we want to believe there is something… more, something magical.

When you experience magic, you are not truly witnessing an illusion but a different thing altogether. You are staring death in the face and saying that you will live through it, you are telling yourself that loved ones that have passed away are still with you, you are telling yourself that there is, simple as that, magic.
After taking a look at life can we really say that there is no magic out there?

Sometimes life presents to us strangers that we will hate only to love after and then hate again, or maybe it will introduce us to people we seem to think are shallow only to find that, in reality, they are like us, all too human and too afraid, maybe they need to see more magic, maybe they need to witness a bit of the wonder of the illusion and laugh a little at life – and death. To understand that we are not a single piece on a lone puzzle but all part of an intricate and elaborate chain, we are the links to our past and, as the Iroquois would have it, we are the ones who must attend our children’s land until they can attend that of their own kids.

We are not a single person. We are young, we are old, we embrace the arcane and the cutting-edge. We are naive and jaded, we live by contradictions trying to find home, trying to give life meaning, trying to find for ourselves the right trick so that one might look back in life with no regrets. We will cry, we will laugh, we will change opinions, we will sway – some more, some less – as life whims it. And as those before us have it, so will we, as will those that come after us.

Maybe I’m a silly bugger for knowingly embracing the magic act but I’ll be damned if life isn’t all about making connections or rather, the human connection. At the end of the day, when asking myself to an empty room “Is Anybody There?”, I know that no answer will come because the room is empty and all it can tell me is that there is no such things as ghosts and magic. But if I shout it through my window… an angry neighbor will most definitely reply and we will both know we are not alone and that our actions… they carry on like ripples on a lake.
Seeing the power every choice we make carries, can anyone really say that there is no such thing as magic?

Last Race of the Pariah

“Some days are better than the others”
Cries the mom and the brother.
To sacrifice all that we desire makes no sense
Numbed life is hell, I want it intense!

Excused as we all may be
From our sins – that never belonged to me -
People seek us to explain
“Why can’t you yourself restrain?”

I crawl my way uphill, out of this black hole,
Hoping to come out whole.
Meanwhile nobody is betting on me
Even thought the future they can’t see.

The Young Baroness

She tried to find the exit sign but oh, there was no sign of it, anywhere. She expected to be sure and reassured but oh, it was all for naught. He knew her all too well and, while she might have eluded others, he could see right through her veiled secrets. She was so tired of never letting go, it had been a long year since she had last put her head on the pillows to actually get some sleep.

She wondered if he was just a hallucination caused by the lack of sleep but again, she knew it was for naught because he was all too real. She screamed and ran trying to get out but there was nowhere to go – trapped in a daydream inside her own mind, alone with him.

Lord listen to love, she is losing life, the alliteration of all the things she won’t, wouldn’t and didn’t.
She won’t listen, she wouldn’t love and she didn’t live. And for this we are all forever afflicted.

See Foam, See People

Unspeakable apparition,
A Valkyrie with no wings,
In a war of attrition
No side sings.

Bombs and castaways,
The shelter knows the way
- Outside the Sun is shining,
But people, they are dying.

The music gets more and more intense
And we embrace our own last chance
-A final showdown, a final dance.
Steady as we can be
We become the dust that makes the sea.

Dream Obscene

I’ve saw and I’ve seen,
Inside your eyes I’ve been,
We choose to sin.

Broken people doesn’t mean a broken heart
We were good together from the start.
Start again, start again,
Nothing left to gain.

Starved of attention and affection
Delivering perfect imperfection
The past teases the flame
A push too far on a beast too tame.

Nothing to gain
Even when we start again.
I won’t be the piece that completes,
The last piece that fits.
If your life is a messed puzzle
Leave me out of your hustle

I’ll not be your father,
I’ll not be your mother,
I was your friend and lover
and came to an end,
You had a mischievous brother.

By myself for six months,
Framed by poisonous tongues,
I stare into a concrete ceiling
Disposed of any feelings.
I guess I was wrong
All along.

Man Made Colors

Change is the word of order,
Deception is within my borders.
When violence hits the ground
I know how to not be found.

A chameleon of myself I make,
Just like all others, life I can fake.
But I know humans eyes,
I can read through lies.

The wet stripes on your face
Undone like a sloppy shoelace
Because we are all so malleable
We make ourselves gullible.
The word of order is change,
Reword, rearrange.

Simplicity

An unspoken character I am
And if I were a lier, I’d tell ya my name is Sam.
But I’m not Joe to do silly games,
So I say, Beau is one of my many names.

So I say, there is no point to waste
Time, time in disgrace.
No waste to time the time we are wasting,
Dear grace, we are disgracing.

To love for a lifetime
Is not enough.
To hate for a dime
Is too tough!

There is no waste to point
Oh dear, crazy myself I appoint,
And even if the rabbit hole caves in
Time never runs thin.

To love for a dime
Is not enough
Wait that is all wrong
The Queen, beheaded my song.
Entangled in cards with games
Croquet birds, flat dames.

Life is free but it ain’t cheap
You can have it if it you can keep
Safe and sound
To the morrow and around.