Kevin Trent Boswell

Have Fun With That

Have fun, unknown one
With your new piece of puzzle doubt
Anything that escapes its lips,
Exactly what you’re listening for
Says exactly what you want and why,
Right when you’ve had enough to quit

You may want to run, unknown one
It’ll do what looks like a turn about
Until its bored and your way slips
Does as it damn well pleases and more
Teach it, break it, tame it, go on… try
Should be amusing to watch that shit

Author’s Note:

For the person about to make a mistake, the one who will not understand what they’re getting into until it’s far too late. I do not blame you in the slightest for not believing. You will, one day.

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All Is Lost

All is lost

Hope abandoned in the pines

None dwell here

But angry ghosts

Cursed and crossed

Failed to read between the lines

Where written was fear,

With all its morbid hosts

Treasure spilled

And scattered upon the earth

Freely taken at whim

By anyone that might

Pleasure killed

Stripped of all its worth

Coffers open to skim

Reputation subject to slight

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I’ve never loved one

Who would love me back

And I’ve never loved one

Who would care

When I reach out

In joy or in fright

There’s never anyone there

You may see what you want

And have what you don’t

And look, but don’t ever touch

And all is yours for the asking, my child

But love is a little too much

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In my dedication to lifting you higher,

I am willing to hold you down,

Until you drop all the words of the liar

And your senses come back around

If you think, you will easily recall…

In fairness, I told you from day one

That of you, I would have all

Or else I would settle for none

In blindness I will take your beauty

In deafness, accept your word

When you give completely, as is your duty

Only then will it be seen and heard

Seeds have been planted in soil, indeed

Despite resistance, they will take root

I will wait for the pruning of the weed

The removal of what does not suit

Once the grapes spring from the vine

In the garden you will find me

Taking the sweet fruit that is mine

As it ever was supposed to be

Magus

(Kevin Trent Boswell)

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Tiger

On the riverbanks of India

The men wade among crocodiles

For fish

In the jungles of Indonesia

The men walk among tigers

For wood

In the backs of our western minds

Among the terror files

We wish

These monsters

Would disappear

For good

Oh, to be alive and in Indonesia

By Kevin Trent Boswell (Magus)

Magus & The Plastic Infinity

Conjure Work

Conjure Sound

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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

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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”

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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

* 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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Of course it hurts

No matter…

You will continue

Is a mountain

A grading slope

Or a colossal venue?

There is no escape…

Nor can you pretend to

Simply reach inside

Find it in you

Go on your way

By Magus

Kevin Trent Boswell

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Looking For A Way

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If you like The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Jane’s Addiction, Jimi Hendrix or Jethro Tull, you might like

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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)

min. wage

who do i think i am?

you ask

why,

i am joe schmoe,

don’tcha know?

i am he who plays

by the rules;

the servant of fools

i am the scrounger

of pocket change

i am he

who will exchange

himself

for gain

you know my name.

yours is the same.

By Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)

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last day

in the days of short pencils

and long papers

an earned renunciation of earlier

struggles

supernatural glimpse of a

well cooked tomorrow,

lying on the plate

beside the knife of

decision

bringing in the trot lines;

wrestling with those large, fat fish,

ready for the pan

and the flame

no more kung-fu,

arduous battle with

quadratic equations

instead, glancing at a

moldy clock,

I see that the

little hand is on armistice

and the big hand is on

congratulations

By Kevin Trent Boswell

As Time Goes By

Performance by Kevin Trent Boswell. Written by Herman Hupfeld. Arrangement by Dave Frackenpohl.

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How High The Moon

The 1940 jazz standard written by Nancy Hamilton, music by Morgan Lewis.

Here performed by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell) as a chord-melody, instrumental guitar solo. It’s not my own arrangement, just one I picked up from a book of jazz standards. Enjoy.

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a beautiful trap

enveloping prey

with your

impossibilities;

ideas…

a subtle swarm

of lovely fireflies

invades

the lungs,

precipitating

an expensive sleep

and all this

is just your way

of saying

hello

by Kevin Trent Boswell

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Death

a brief glimpse of something sort of like poetry… but not entirely… by Kevin Trent Boswell

The bean came undone

The waters did run

And runners so fast

Cannot be out run

It worked out in the wash

And came out in the rinse

And no one’s thought

About it since

Halloween for some weird kid named Kevin Trent Boswell — Death, in training.

by Kevin Trent Boswell, aka Magus

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poetry at: antiverse

Kevin Trent Boswell

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goodbye to long loved lover…

of mind

of body

of soul comfort

a simple adieu will never do

i had to learn of your blues

before i could come to our parting

with my new lack luster ontology

i will reflect

on my past respect

for you

and what you meant to me

we danced on the threads of being

auriferous sight,

through the succulent sight

of your superior seeing

last night i dreamed of monsters

but while i was awake

my mind was subservient

to your subsequent safety;

many daydreams did you bring me

in baskets of gold weaving

but now, my mind troubles

at the thought of retrieving you

and your sorely, of late,

soft company…

which has become sharp

and obtrusive

these days, since the

course of my ways

has drifted

away from you,

my former confidant

i have betrayed you

in some sense,

since i have outgrown you,

i now must disown you,

no longer a jewel

but a weight

no longer the earthy giver

of the delighted light of life,

my freedom of a wife,

full of discourse

and ideas

i will send word of your purpose

through my travels,

the undertakings of my soul

seen hereafter without you

i will miss you sorely,

though i may tolerate you

no more

by (Magus) (Kevin Trent Boswell)

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Question not, nor wonder why
Twist not knots in thy mind
Much is mystery beneath the sky
Meant not to know whilst in thy prime

Understanding lies not in fruit unripe
Sweetest fruit is aged and cooked
Pull your freedom from nature’s pipe
There lies the knowledge you’ve overlooked

by Magus (Kevin Trent Boswell)

Fertile Green….

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

Have fun, unknown one With your new piece of puzzle doubt Anything that escapes its lips, Exactly what you’re listening for Says exactly what you want and why, Right when you’ve had enough to quit

You may want to run, unknown one It’ll do what looks like a turn about Until its bored and your way slips Does as it damn well pleases and more Teach it, break it, tame it, go on… try Should be amusing to watch that shit

Author’s Note:

For the person about to make a mistake, the one who will not understand what they’re getting into until it’s far too late. I do not blame you in the slightest for not believing. You will, one day.

Have fun, unknown one
With your new piece of puzzle doubt
Anything that escapes its lips,
Exactly what you’re listening for
Says exactly what you want and why,
Right when you’ve had enough to quit

You may want to run, unknown one
It’ll do what looks like a turn about
Until its bored and your way slips
Does as it damn well pleases and more
Teach it, break it, tame it, go on… try
Should be amusing to watch that shit