Magic can be drawn from
the spaces under your bed
where there are night and shadows
there’s magic instead
like the stars that burn
dark energy forms
we are the universe born
scribbled chaos in ink
sinking into depths of imagination
and sensations
magic that is a promise
yet to be made
An obsidian blade
that protects us from harm
cuts through curses and dark arms
unseen
we need the shadows as much as the stars
for contrast is what we are.
Magic cannot be taught,
It’s there to be done!
Preachers talk
I walk away
Smell their words decay
in the cold light of day.
I wont be psychologist’s puppet
or a teachers pet
those people think they know better
I may live with some degree of regret
but I know life’s first lesson
is that life isn’t fair
it tears apart innocent lives
it makes us grieve
and takes away our belief
In justice
and that injustice causes
all sorts of evils in the world
for every boy or girl.
So follow your own path
and chase the sun
for the we were meant to believe in magic
and real magic cannot be taught its there to be done.