So... today I begin my journal.
Where do I begin?
How do I begin?
Without, within... the confines of a page, like a prison wall the surrounds my thoughts.
"You must color within the lines" I recall my kindergarten teacher instructing us, otherwise we won't graduate and move on to first grade.
And at 58, that merciless and foreboding warning I would for anything trade.
So here, in the ether of my thoughts and the confines of ruled paper all is transformed from lined prison bars to the revelation of an inmate who upon receiving his baptism by the Holy Spirit proclaiming... "thank God for prison... for now, I am truly free!"
And as I stare deep into the fragments of this modern papyrus the lines and spaces that confine me begin to escape and I enter through pupil of the "Magic Eye".
It reveals a new world where I have communion with God... and receive the wisdom I desire.
To journal... is to pray...
Categories:
magic eye, allusion, faith, journey,
Form: Free verse
Plastic bags
hold plastic dreams:
Water bottles filled with filtered
hope seething chloride stained
brains left thought
-less attracted towards rancid
smile at the magic hat
trick of the eye
candy dispenser tossed on the ground
‘s keeper cleaned up from last nights
parade with clown
faces that look away when strangers
dance together in the rain
falling trash chokes the air
from a buttercup
fragments used to tie up
Bags full
Ready to meet
The garbage truck.
Categories:
magic eye, dream, magic,
Form: Free verse
The old woman has the magic eye she can foresee things
She informs people when they visit her what the future brings
She is dressed in a flowing swathe she has a crystal ball
She can tell you your fortune she can reveal it all
Gypsy blood runs through her veins from the old days
Her mother used to have the same fortune telling ways
Handed down through generations to the gifted few
They can reveal your future and the things you’re going to do
Is it magic or is it just weird how these women have the gift?
What they say will make you sad or give your spirit a lift
Cross her palm with silver and she will let you know
Everything you want to hear and how your future will go
Categories:
magic eye, imaginationold, future, magic, old,
Form: Rhyme
Long before words were written
There was a legend of a wizard hidden
In the tallest tower the world had seen
Atop the stars, and in between
Dwelling as he did, midst Jupiter and Mars
And contemplating this world of ours
A fleet of dragons at his command
Seems they alone could understand
His every wish they flew to serve
And in all the world there was no nerve
To challenge his ascendancy
And throughout all lands
It was easy to see
There was no other way
it could ever be
His tower pierced the highest cloud
And no top could be seen
From ground below
And no one really seemed to know
Be it brave knight or king proud
How this tower did so mightily grow
Enough stones for 1000 a great pyramid
Surely magic was involved for the wizard did
Create this tower overnight
No one on earth could miss the sight
As dragons circled overhead
And the wizard's enemies were to dread
His spells were too strong to overcome
And for anyone he displeased,
Their life was done....
So if you see a magic eye..
Remember that
You can not deny
The wizard watches over you
And your words must be but true.
Categories:
magic eye, adventure, fantasy, imagination, visionary,
Form: Dramatic Monologue