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Stabby Imagery - all rights © Amanda Graham 2015
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how does someone trick you into anything? the trickery is always in the "look over here"; you already knew to look elsewhere ...
he bought his magic from a comic book
you bought it hook line and sinker
i'm sorry to tell you he was a fakir
you should have looked
you're the one who'll end
being pulled out of his hat
or crushed in a wire basket
beneath his coat
the gentleman's top hat
is a warm dark place
until it's collapsed
and put away
you were just a practice
towards his perfecting
if you've seen one wand
you've seen them all
they work the same
play the bunny
play the hare
you're just another
after show meal
you were just another distraction
another "Look over there."
He is an Illusionist
not a magician
A slight of hand
a trick of your "I"
You were just a face card
hidden up his sleeve.
there are no ghosts in that cabinet
so don't bother opening it
i said it's empty
put your hand down
cut the deck with your left hand only
i don't care if it's a prosthesis
One of the tricks to "The Cheat"
wear your lover's cologne
tell your 'significant one'
you prefer a man's scent
my lover wore two men's scents
her grasp of "look over there"
do you see?
that's how i reveal to you
my personal histories
how i learn all of the majics
every woman in my family
taught me my mastery
i have issues with your I's
. A point of decision arrives, express mail in your mind. Will you stay a bit longer, to experiment with this failure? .
. There's nothing left to test, but there is a temptation to the torture in it.
. Now able to see unencumbered, immune. Your head tilts. .
the calm calculation
as you watch
i was told once, that i could be loved even through my harsh ... we both found out better.
all evidence in, the polls closed, we found harsh is stronger than love
when i was only three years old
and visited flung relatives in PA
they washed me head and toe
in the now discontinued
and i'm proud of them for doing that
... be my blood ...
the stare of bare windows, masking emptiness unknown, reflect the contents of a grey overcast sky alone
there had been silk back then, a second skin of nylon, colors in hues that made them blush from my seduction. i'd perfected a range of performances, pallets of sweetened gestures, of haughty pretense unintended slight exposures; what i could become …
for just the right stranger.
... fragile porcelains; they'd been arrayed upon that shelf, as she and all her friends, gathered in that Spring, had once been ... each slow footstep through the ruin of that Southern villa disturbed the dusts of what she remembered of it ... the wide wooden floors where colours of fabrics spun like fleurs, now curved, sprung downward, and edge lifted like pond waves stained grey ... the high window-tiered French doors in spikes and splinters, cast open; there, she'd waltzed, there she'd kissed, there she'd laughed ... she'd been bare legged and bare footed beneath her crinolines and lace; that night she'd been walked to the veranda; ... now her cobble-nail boots toss soft rotted wood with each step she takes ... her stud soled boots firm upon eroding concrete, the remaining chip bits where marble slabs had been pried away in salvage, she takes the air again ... here where night breezes had cooled, where kisses and panted promises had been exchanged, in this place love had been expressed, now a scent of rot rides beneath the perfume heat of Spring's breath ... the outer structure in frail passing states of failure, the cracked fungal paint and split trunk-sized columns still standing ... young pine tower spikes, thorn vines stretch green between, the skin of the ancient building spreading at lower levels like a midwife’s torso … a riot of untended weed-overrun planting beds, pike silhouettes of lilies vying for sunlight ... helmet in hand she straddles the lean muscle shape of the motorcycle wrapping arms round her leather warrior driver … "Okay, I've seen enough." "West then?" "Yes, finally."
I won't surrenderI shake off the arms of the demons that are pulling me down
No I won't surrender and drown
I struggle to stand while their nails are digging deep in to my skin
Screaming loud just to block their poisonous whispers that hunt my mind
Looking around for the sunshine
Anything that can pull me out and help me escape those monsters that want to feed off my pain
As I wait my energy and strength begins to fade
I scream even louder but this time not to block the whispers but to cry for help
No I won't surrender and drown
Someone will come to hold me while I regain my strength back to fight and slay the evil demons
Minutes turn to months , time has weakened the hope I hold inside
There was no sunshine that killed away the darkness
There was no hands to pull me away from the dark hole
There was nothing but my echo screaming back at me
I don't want to surrender and drown
But no strength is left in me
And no one that cares enough to save me
I became a loom ... a work of wood and oils and flesh and pain ... I became words, woven together to impart myself, an offering of memory and love ... I became a crowd of voices longing for that final color that might complete ... I am Amanda here to open, here to pound loud and set you upon a journey ... |
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