An Irishman called of course Mick
Was performing a conjuring trick.
Sawed a lady in half,
For real, just for a laugh.
His assistant is still off sick.
You are charming with words.
In your magic book,
spells arrive with no mistakes.
Sometimes I suspect,
that you entice me to think with my heart,
which can be quite a conjuring trick,
for guy like me.
Mostly I just write,
about anything or anybody but you,
living on top of each other, as we do,
sharing the same alchemist's crucible,
our wands clash at times.
but nothing stirs our pot for long,
'hubble bubble' (a tasty dish),
keeps us, entranced,
though never dangerously bewitched.
Looking for Redemption
Great minds are at work to prove or disprove
the God`s existent`s we know this I a game the intellectuals play
because they cannot accept the plain reason,
the world exists because it is an illusion.
a conjuring trick, forgotten by its creator.
God is a perfect idea it resides in everyman’s mind
It asks an abstract good for life eternal,
an echo no God can answer
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