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Fertile Green May Not Be Overcome

You shall never diminish,

If no more so than in my mind

You have succeeded thus far, fair lady

In clearing the dust from my table

To replace that foul antiquity

With fresh linens and the lovely flowers of

Your feminine presence

Perhaps now, may I prove myself worthy

To sit here and dine, beneath the light

Of your intoxicating grace

Fertile green may not be overcome

No lasting path shall be cut

Through the forest of your youth

The increasing resilience of your spirit

Will cause you to flourish and grow wild,

Beyond the dreams of men and dogs

Never pausing to contemplate

The futile mutterings

Of half-hearted fools

Fertile green may not be overcome

By Kevin Trent Boswell, ©️ 2018

Kevin Trent Boswell

birthday basket

On my birthday, June 21, 2018

For all of you

—

glow bright,

torch flame ball

squeezes

through the cracks

in the wall

of the circled garden,

zapping flowers and faces

with light and warmth

illuminating orb climbs atop

the back of a crab carriage

and takes up its reigns

ten miles down the trail

then ten more and

a final ten days, still

of all the gifts

possible to call satisfying,

none is more so

than having a handful of faces

you know and welcome

into your eyes

arms about you,

a band of those who can be counted as your people

and you

as one of their own

in this, my mem-heh day,

I dig into my pockets

and find only useless

bits of nothing,

ridiculous things like gold

and documents of ownership,

certificates of overpriced

possessions,

keys to things,

things that are kept

locked away

for fear of their loss…

I instead grab for paper and pen and offer you instead,

something truly useful

a small scrap of peace

like the Christ split the

loaves and fishes,

I will break this bread of joy

with all of you,

we will divide it between us

until there is no more left

with each disappearing morsel,

may you, like Osiris,

be reconstructed,

made whole

enjoy your slice of cake

it was never mine, anyway;

nothing ever was

the things I called my own

were spells, illusions,

glamours and self-deceptions

the only thing real is that

which I give to you

may it sustain your hearts

through lonely periods

may it entertain you

during dullness

may it prevent you

from doing stupid things

when you are angry

or afraid

may it protect you

from the attacks of others,

may it protect you

from the awful attacks

that you launch

upon yourself

may it make you laugh

when you’re down

and seemingly out

may it be a cornerstone for you,

as you succeed

and build your new palaces

in the sun

take this and share

like a plant cutting,

spread it

like wildfire,

let it swallow the whole

branding genuine smiles

on the faces of all you people,

you children

of birth and growth,

decline and

the final surrender to sleep

let this stupid,

silly smile disease

infect you,

let the epidemic of laughter

sweep

over the land

taking you utterly

and joyfully

by surprise

By Kevin Trent “Magus” Boswell

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Nothing Gained

Two or three enemies conspiring in unison,

However petty or untrue their cause

Can turn an army of friends against you,

As if it never was

A couple of soured enemies,

In coveting something you possessed

Banded together for your ruin

But never settled their own unrest

Child A, when refused a toy

That clearly belonged to Child B

Child A smashed it, in a rage, and turned

His eye to the toys of Child C

As many toys as he can jealously take

Each stolen, broken or thrown

Each proves only how sad he is

For never having toys of his own

—

By Kevin Trent “Magus” Boswell

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paranoiaquatic

Bait fish…

bait fish

quick, nervous movements

where to turn?

swim w/ the school,

swim by the rule

swim for yourself,

swim alone

catch 22

still the sponge lung,

pumps an essential fear

evolutionary prerequisites

there in the shallows

the predator swallows

“thanks to our selfless brothers

in the sacrificial, outer circle”

Kevin Trent Boswell, magus72, https://conjurework.com

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oh, little dog of pity

oh, little dog of pity,

i have been of once as thee

cast aside, as tied to a tree

i frown on you not in spite,

nor in mercy, for to

set you free would be right

but i will not unbind you and you will not run,

even if i did, you are too dumb

you would but pant and froth and bounce

and for your master, trot patiently about

for she who scooped you up as a puppy,

only a tiny puff of cuteness fluffy

i know too well of your dilemma

i know of it, yes… am forced to remember

how it happened that once i was cute…

yet somehow, i no longer fit the suit

of childhood’s clothing and abandoned toys;

outgrew the mold of being a boy

as favored youth slips away from thee

you, no fault of your own, lose your novelty

i have been where you were, in her bed at night

i have been where you are now, seen as a plight

i have felt sweet caresses on christmas morn

i have slept in hunger amongst bristles and thorns

i too, was once fed by her hands

i too, lost my charm, upon becoming a man

a friend told me once, in a moment of truth,

that the larger things instinctively protect the youth

but small things grow up, as they always must

and fear compels them to crush them to dust

painfully, these things i have come to understand

it is not by criminality that i have become a man

but instead, it is my fortune and honor indeed

for now, of her milk, i have no need

but you, i will pity forever after

for you do not realize the cruelty of your master

and so, if i loosed you and set you free,

you would only wait for your master, beside the tree

you have grown in your body but not in your head;

you will not run away, though you will not be fed

or given water, or love, or be cared for again

as this is the way of grown dogs and men

By Magus

Kevin Trent Boswell

copyright 2018

* Author’s note: The poem is not an actual account of animal abuse but rather a metaphor about toxic relationships. The dog in the picture is Stacie and she’s spoiled rotten, so don’t feel bad for her 😉

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Antiverse

Observationist

He concluded then,

After seeing the starry night

Unfold –

Cluing in

On times of old

– And expelling smoke

That all the universe

Dwelled within himself

(Perception is ALL)

At least until,

The hammock broke and

He took a fall

Suddenly, he felt

VERY small;

Became aware

Of what he did not know

So, he retreated

To the house

To watch

The late show

——–

Written by Magus of Conjure Work

Kevin Trent Boswell of Conjure Work (Magus72)

(Kevin Trent Boswell)

Copyright 2018