There's that burning hole
Deep in your gut
The one that never shuts up
Bleeding out and writhing in
I can see it
Like everything...
Like the mirrors I pocket
Into our shadows
And heart shaped lockets
These secret things
Each of us covet
Concealed from the eyes of the world
With candles lit and spells of smoke
Praying the gods you rise above it
But you can't hide truth from me
Though I'll never let you know it
With certainty..
Your words,
Your questions,
And especially,
Your intentions
Though believed better doors than windows
Serve as nothing else
But to expose you..
Naked & nymphetted
Not unlike the daddy issue
You would stake attempts to argue off
What exactly is it that stops you
From saying what you want?
Is it even about 'what' you want?
Or maybe just about 'getting' what you want?
How precious, the child's power play
Miles and circles
Exactly the same
Manic..
And again
Afraid..
These days I'm far less affected
By the half-fast kid-shit attitudes in office politics
Than the things I End up needing to move out of my way
So if you're soliciting advice
On magic, work, the stars, or this little blue world
I'll tell you the same...
Say what you mean, and mean what you say
Because the true magicians are always making Magick
Not pretending to be everything
Stifling their flames
Life appears always to be teaching me new things
And recent years definitely no less than the rest
Because this daily sparing with my young daughter
Has showed me the value of sporting kid gloves
What matters, other than truth
Is what serves..
Service itself
Be warned
Or else…
Watch it
Burn
ⓒ 2013 Shawn Michael Quinn