Illusionists Poems - Poems about Illusionists

...I am a door----you are a door. A good door is neither too wide or too narrow. Sometimes you are a threshold. Only illusionists praise the craft of locks and keys. Whatever is indulged in, ......Read More

... In the mirrors are farrowing the convenient truths the conniving lies ... Mirrors steal ......Read More

... Sonnet is not an infidel depository, how can one be infidel to singing! how not to weep the weeping, sans sonnet, which is antidote to gall ... Sonnet is the song of troubadours is the......Read More

...Dark of Winter, contagious nightfall’s sigh, hide me, hide me from all. Be my guide oh Sweet Darkness pride. Oh Glorious Papa coming down to see, exactly what notion came over me. Why so downcast m......Read More

...The barbed tightrope sways menacingly The imperceptible border separating A chaotic world from Inevitable peaceful sleep She runs without trepidation Bloodied, stained and scarred bare feet I......Read More

...Sometimes I tire along the path— Colors not bright As they once were; Shapes in my hands Turning to water, Dribbling to indifferent earth— Her reply to everything The same stale belch— Th......Read More

...I wilt with guilt, self blame, too comfortable with living midway within this United 5% stealing 28% of Time's encrusted fossil investment as if by collective right as if without loss, no repa......Read More

...A kiss, A Whip They spit, I hit this is the life that I do not wish a scar on my face disgrace can someone bring me a can of mace A large tattoo on my back I hide behind bars pleading my ca......Read More

...Looking out the window, glancing at the sunset My eyes look beyond the stars to and fro Thinking of the vision of how my future will go Do I see you , or are you just a drea......Read More

...Desire doesn’t belong........ Desire dives into the ocean of the heart Like high waves rushing to sweep the sand Like grey clouds all roaring in unison Gushing to douse the drought ridden land ......Read More

...Magic we see is nothing but illusion Where illusionists fill our minds with confusion Magicians actually trick your mind God knows what fun in these tricks people find It is just some nonsense hocus-......Read More

...The hand that caresses the wave. The mouth that hardly opens – breathes in the fresh wind of the stone-pines. To speak to the stars, to write out signs – that can be learnt. It is known by the ......Read More

...Past lucid doors and seven seas Through outer thoughts and inner dreams Far beyond our last few words And past the waves a voice is heard Inside a world of past mistakes We’re giving up before......Read More