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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

Copyright 2018 Magus

Kevin Trent Boswell

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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

Copyright 2018

Magus

(Kevin Trent Boswell)

https://antiverse.webs.com

https://trentboswell.blogspot.com/

https://conjurework.com

https://www.patreon.com/magus72

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)

Copyright 2018

Magus & The Plastic Infinity

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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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