I don't know where pieces of me have gone, it seems they just vanish, disappear without even as much as an Abracadabra, orphaned in some barren place where desire goes to die, Sure I've wasted some, threw alot away without regret, I've even given pieces of me to others, but I still have a small amount of what's left of me, I keep it tucked deep in the left pocket of my memory, even though the meager sum of what remains is only equal to the short distance between a smile and laughter, if you ever need a piece of what's left of me, I will give it to you.
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc .
My heart strokes the strings of memories, utterly sublime.
Alpine trees echo enticing chants to welcome me there.
Whirling in spirited hurry, now free from all worry.
Anticipation is engrossing my mind, before time.
There is magnetism in the alp's compassionate embrace.
I am bound for paradise, such a splendid upward climb.
Wanderlust cured, no more will I roam from my mountain home.
The alps bringing peace and security, as church bells chime.
Exiled no more, I return to breathe each breath of fresh air.
Now free from all worry, whirling in spirited hurry.
Blessed by God, I'm back to my mountain home with snow and rime.*
A picturesque scene from my window this afternoon.
Banishing all greying clouds, the sky is pastel blue.
Radiating the sun's rays, rain was not seen for days.
Astonishing vibrant rainbow of flowers are strewn.
Clusters of marigolds, daffodils and lilies grow.
A glorious image appears in the far lagoon.
Delicate swans are gliding in the sparkling waters.
Adorable signets will be completely grown soon.
Bewitching aromas from where the white jasmine grew.
Rain was not seen for days, radiating the sun's rays.
Alluring sunset drenches all crimson, by the moon.
Forget-me-nots share sighs of For-Heaven-sake's,
from boulevards to avenues, the streets -- speak.
City park use strengthens, as the day lengthens.
Doves charming swarms of drakes, tethering the lakes,
while the awesome vision enlightened the crowds,
frequent strolls beneath middays consoling breaks.
Wandering drifts of cloud-swept vistas abroad.
Smooth gushing sounds that the family film takes
of the small falls that meanders down the creek.
As the day lengthens, city park use strengthens.
Silence climbs, Forget-me-not steads mid handshakes.
You appear to me like a double edged knife;
I pray never be a threat for others’ right!
You are my better half, behave not so wild;
Do not spoil the serenity of my life!
Can’t we live the life of birds soaring so high?
As if not heard, you pretend not my dear wife!
Impatience is the root cause for one’s downfall,
This behaviour, I find in you, running rife!
Without a reason with me you ever fight,
Behave not so wild, you are my better half.
Better late than never, do abstain from strife!
In my heart you filled the hole
where passion is meant to dwell,
the sweet Abracadabra
of life's magic in my soul
coming from the orchestra
where dreams abide playing low,
swelling into symphony.
In my heart it took a toll,
bitterness began to swell;
Abracadabra the sweet
vanished with the love you stole.
A poet paints a leaf greener than it is,
a dramatist makes the story more tragic,
human nature crave for what unreal gave,
ignores reality that may hold more bliss,
those large white marble sculptures of long lost kings,
are carved to perfection to look Adonis,
because a lie often earns more wealth than truth,
there is money behind every Judas kiss,
pretending gurus con people through magic,
for what unreal gave, human nature crave,
stay with the real, give false pretences a miss.
Dread descends in my heart, heaviness smothers the lands.
Saturated in darkness, smoky gray clouds boil by.
A raging Storm stomping up the dark stairs a'tromping.
Thundering foot falls wake me, my attention demands.
Painful, sharp blows hit with flashing forks of lightening.
Salty sweat sting welts.Ghost light behind my eyes; like brands.
Quickly over as begun, leaving this wet stillness.
Heaviness lifts, as my lungs and the close air expands.
Perhaps I will be the Storm…yes, one day I will try …
… Up the dark stairs a'tromping, a raging Storm stomping.
The drama ends, but now I hold vengeance in my hands.
ABRACADABRA
In magic, was this exclamation really used
Perhaps it’s another myth to colour the tale
All those djinns in bottles, all the magic carpets
A time when most believers ended up confused
Thinking something unnatural is going on
Yet showtime audiences today are amused
Magicians are but entertainers as you know
Yet of trickery and cheating, few are accused
But the use of witchcraft is still beyond the pale
All the magic carpets, all those djinns in bottles
Perhaps that book of secrets has to be perused
I will create as I speak
with rimed spontaneity I'll seek
The secret of life comes at a price
Some days are naughty and some days are nice
Like a magician wielding illusion
Can add to the sense of daily confusion
It softens the strain when someone is near
Then all the answers are suddenly clear
Maybe the trick is only just that
Like pulling a rabbit out of a hat
When now you see it and now you don't
Sometimes you will and sometimes you won't
But since each new day is never tragic
Abracadabra... isn't life magic?
"Abracadabra Purple Doors"
Abracadabra
boo!
Coo coo ca choo
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Some think abracadabra comes from the Hebrew phrase “ebrah k'dabri,” and means “I create as I speak,'” - while others think it comes from “avra gavra,” an Aramaic phrase meaning “I will create man” — the words of God on the sixth day of creation.
“When God created Woman, he was working late on the sixth day. An Angel came by and asked, ‘Why spend so much time on her?’ The Lord answered, ‘Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?’” “‘She must function in all kinds of situations."
Please don’t leave me hanging like that that, I hate to be in suspense, you piqued my curiosity and it’s so intense. Artfully teasing you know how to play, always one step ahead, leaving me dizzy and frayed, My head is spinning you think you’re winning, who’s got the last laugh? What’s all that ringing must be in my head, it’s giving carnival vibes, Clowns with balloons and daggers, cute little kittens with menacing eyes. Your destination, my fears, pulling me in and giving me sneers . What’s going on with the goat he just fainted, he stuck his tongue out and said blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah screamed and disintegrated, he looked kind of evil did I just use past tense? Is that mirror melting? What happened to his head? It’s so small and stuck to the bed. This ride is spinning down to the depths. I realize the ringing in my head is the alarm clock to wake me up. I turn over and face the clown in my bed. Oh geez, it’s just my lover Fred. What a tasty bit of drama, a midnight abracadabra.
Breathe
drink it in,
mind every whisper;
With an ‘Abracadabra’
break
open that stifling silence,
Let the magick bleed
feeding your
storm.
abracadabra
put the magic in that bra
tiger loves zebra
Nonsense scribble for fun.
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