there's a certain melancholy
alone on christmas eve
doing nothing special
nothing up my sleeve
took a Tokyo tour today
just doing my job
spent the day with Adam
he says he's not a slob
my wife is at her parent's house
she's playing with our child
i'm feeling like a nobody
like jesus, just meek and mild
i miss my little brother
i miss my mother too
i know this too shall pass
but still i'm feeling blue
i'm thankful for my health
i guess
my empty little room
but the silence here is deafening
i'm lost within the gloom
but Tokyo was Tokyo
people in the streets
i want to sing a song
but i keep missing the beats
still i'm always grateful
for the things i that i can see
and the things i cannot see
still
they mean so much to
me
There’s nothing up my sleeve
Nor inside my old hat
But here inside this bag
Is more than something that…
Is not quite typical
For a first date, but oh well
About what seems to some
As a bag from hell
But no that’s not the case
For hell is not the place
That has filled this edgy bag
That seems so out of place
But she is not convinced
I’m now an outsider
As she dismisses me
And my bag of spiders
As unfit for a queen
But that’s not whom I seek
I just want to share life with
Someone who loves to seek
Nature in all its ways
Be it flowers, dirt, or cider
Until then, while seeking love
I’ll bring my bag of spiders
The sun awakes him
Without worry or shame
Wish I could say I smell the roses
That my life is just the same
But he carries on
Enriched by nothing at no cost
I never had him in the first place
So how can I claim to have lost
His endless games make me alert
He's nothing in particular to achieve
I crash out amidst his callousness
I've really nothing up my sleeve
My silence is golden
My armour suited up to boot
There's nothing in particular I want to say
My distance now absolute
Abracadabra
With nothing up my sleeve
Watch me carefully
As I try to be
Something that I'm really not
Someone other than me
Abracadabra
With nothing up my sleeve
Hocus Pocus
Trying to not own this
What's behind the curtain
Is a bit out of focus
You'll never guess what's behind my back
It's best if you don't notice
Hocus Pocus
Trying to not own this
Sim Sala Bim
No more than slight of hand
Watch as I pull out of my hat
Less than life demands
Some say it's magic
Depends on where you stand
Sim Sala Bim
No more than slight of hand
It's been hard to get this far
Harder to explain
How I've made it all this way
With nothing up my sleeve
No slight of hand or magic
On which to fall back on
Only these two left feet
To keep me traveling on
To stay a-light in mid-flight
Is a feat all by itself
Clinging tight to razor wire
Through the hoops of fire, I'm dealt
In my defense, if I could swim
I would dive in deep
But as it is through all of this
There's nothing up my sleeve
If I knew the sum when I signed up
I might have saved for a rainy day
But this downpour has drenched me to the core
Still, I somehow make my way
It's time I suppose the saying goes
Finder's keeper's losers weep
And you will find that I ain't lying
When I say there's still nothing up my sleeve
Unlike a magician
real magic I weave
It's not a trick
nothing up my sleeve
No abracadabra
no sleight of hand
No vaudeville act
or stunt preplanned
No mumbo jumbo
no hocus pocus
No smoke and mirrors
to make eyes lose focus
No prestidigitation
no attempt to deceive
No optical illusion
or make believe
Real magic exists
it's not hard to find
Just close your eyes
and open your mind
If you look close enough
There's nothing up my sleeve
As I pull out this poem
For all of you to read
Appearing here in front of you
Your eyes do not decieve
This magic poem of wonder
If you only will believe
It's here for your entertainment
To wow and to amaze
A poem containing magic
Who's secret I'll take to the grave
You may not see but my writing hand
Is quicker than the eye
As it pulls ideas from out the air
And sets them down in rhyme
It's in the grandest of illusions
If the truth be known
If you blink then you'll miss it in
The magic of the poem
Abracadabra
Was the last word that I said
In hopes that you my dear
Would disappear
from the thoughts inside my head
I so wish it were magic
I so wish it were true
That all of this could really happen
And that I could forget about you
But as it now stands
With nothing up my sleeve
The memory of you
I'm afraid will never leave
Friendship's about giving
no need for reciprocation
total support
not caring who's at fault
Nothing up my sleeve
or so it may seem
lost all my hope,
gonna hang on to your dream
Maybe I'm just blind
left it all behind
I'll just push you aside
gonna enjoy your ride
Friendship's about caring
putting one another first
respect, honor, dignity
loving unconditionally
Nothing up my sleeve
or so it may seem
lost all my hope,
gonna hang on to your dream
Maybe I'm just blind
left it all behind
I'll just push you aside
what was yours is now mine
Maybe I'm just blind
but what was yours is now mine
I lay them on the table
all my cards face up
there's nothing up my sleeve
or sleight of hand card tricks
all my truth and fiction
is laid out for you to see
ante up or call my bluff
you can only win
We woman want a real man
5'8 with muscular hands
sleeping & playin in black sand
where only me & you on the island
Playin in the water that's crystal blue
lookin deep in your eyes sayin I Love You
Listenin to the relationship your tryin to pursue
Doing anything & everything you want me to do
The way you kiss me
It makes me blind so I can't see
The way you massage my body
You said I look better than the top 5 hotties
The way you look at me
Your heart is tellin you we were meant to be
So tell those girls you got someone & they have to flee
You treat me so good, i'm not tryin to leave
You never lyin, knowing that is my pet peeve
Rubbing my arms you findin nothing up my sleeve
No more tricks & games
Theres only you so I can't forget your name
Us trustin each other, so the haters can't blame
And no matterwhat, our love grows and never stays the same!
Danycepiece
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