Call me by my medicine
not by my mistakes
It’s all I have to offer,
it’s all that I can take
Call me by your reasons
my reason not to stay
And let me be the treason
to help you walk away
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The Magnificent Magician
Don’t call me by my name—
Call me The Magnificent
Magician Of First Impressions,
where all the world’s a stage
and every player has his part,
where women played by men
no nothing of the difference,
where fragile lines seem effortless
written by the long hand of night,
where smoke is thick and endless
in the mirrors of wasted time.
Call me the Magnificent
Magician Of False Positives,
where anything seems possible
until commitment to the narrative,
where hope is built on trust
and not the other way around,
where kindness is a give and
not taken as an afterthought,
where love is solitaire
and not a solitary place to die—
Call me The Magnificent
Magician if you must,
where pain relies on burden
a burden I can trust,
and ABRACADABRA heals
this feeling of disgust.
No reason, No pain
I don’t mean to sound defeated
It just always hurt to try
Knowing there’s no meaning
In waiting out the night,
So I take my lashes willing
Under this starry sky
Knowing there’s no reason
Or pain to justify
Confirmation(in the form of being)
Tell me his name
And I’ll give him your word
Though to an illusion
I can not confirm—
Within him lies many,
Within you lies more—
His name’s but of flesh and bone.
So tell me your name
And I’ll give you his word
Be it not an illusion,
Something I can confirm.
To understand one’s suffering
To understand one’s suffering
Is to understand our own,
Knowing causes pain—
But still with hope we try
To understand one’s suffering
Is to be on their side, regardless
Of the awful many cuts
Through the tenderness of night—
Their aim is (not) to heal
But still with hope we lie,
To understand one’s suffering(…)
Like fruit picked from a vine.
You just have to live.
Being sober’s
as overrated
as being drunk—
nobody wins.
You just have to live.
The things I can not change
The things I can not change
remind me why I’m here.
They are but the souls
reminder—to stay the course.
A holy moment.
Taking a moment
to examine your palm
is a holy moment.
And those lines, well
they’re the most honest
you’ll ever read.
Digging
Keep digging through the pain
and at the bottom you’ll find
that what’s buried underneath
was worth your struggle.
Then just keep on digging.
Let today be a reminder
Let today be a reminder
that bravery
sacrifice
and we the people
bleed as one, heal as one
and mourn together
as one
for a better tomorrow.
