Magic 101

‘I came to realise – magic 101’

what entrances you is your entry
what allures you is your lure
who discovers you is your discovery
who avenges you is your avengence
who makes an enemy of you is your enemy

so we enter the bag of tricks
trick trick trick tick
the tick of the clock
is the immediacy of the tick of our trick

so ticky, the tricky who tricked me
I discovered as too tricky, ticky
so I went to my black book
to put a spell on you
you trickster on honesty

the spell is my trick
my trick to put you in the nick
the prison of my deviation
because you made me deviate
a step from my adoration and devotion

a step away from what
I know now as the pith
of sight before sound
beyond the womb of creation

so my spell stripped me to the core
no clothes I wore
so my flesh withered till I was bored
Board to the bone
your ship’s captain made me walk the plank
so I dived and sank
sea water I drank
emancipation became my plate
patience the great!
No longer do I hover in hesitation
in the depths of the sea I ate
with nothing but plankton as the bait
I floated to the surface, the service
and drifted to no man’s island
with Tom with Wilson as my only mate
My new acquaintance
built patience which made me re-acquaint
and my power painted colours
so bright they made your soul grate
Soul the Great!
so you lost the transmission
and thru my static you went faint
so dizzy lizzy you passed out at a no man’s rate…BAIT!

out and about on my roam
I saw you lying as if you were washed up foam
the power he gave me
made you reacquaint your consciousness
and your realisation that you wronged me
made your confession fall like confetti, around us
after your celebratory salvation, I jigged away from you
and I smiled when I found my solution
as my memories of you faded into your shadows
you dancing until the lights went out
and in the headslights of hell
we plucked you to be a bell ringer
a ‘real’ humdinger,
so the day of night
gave your dreams bite
to be rebirthed in the ‘age of aquarias arse!’
as not a fish but a bird
a seabird on your next buy?
I doubt as the sun shines
You bought and sold me
So you I chuffle the card
and fold you

my dog won’t bight
but with his canine canny
I ‘sus you with the mateship
of wise insight
So try us again mate
one who is steered to his fate?

In this dream land of time
tracks of past life sub divided
my tracker and I thrive
on you prisoner’s of the hive
bow at our feet
or go for another ride
side saddle bitchery is history
on the horse that I told
I burrow to hide
lost in the lands of the great divide

Scot? – do the wind pipes bag!

Your beauty is in the thighs
of your beholder…aah the hinduists…
…I need a heart starter…
…beggers of belief
never forget who you are
or your barred, behind bars
a man once elicited that the spotters we’re white people