Life's Magic

The trails of life are exciting,

the berries and flowers,

the salamanders..

the scent of the beech in the air..

Wild leeks dancing fragrance,

morels of a story that nature so lovingly shares,

but the beauty is discarded with sharing,

conspiracies not meant to be-

the love is then wasted on a two way street going nowhere.

The black tears glistening for no one to see, 

but the demons staring through the dusty cracks, 

of the closet of life...

keeping you sublimely hidden,

sick jokes for a laugh-

have a coke and a smile because m & m's make friends,

over a broken kit-kat-

rolling a roll-o to contradiction

fiction and fantasy with a salty end.

Raisins and uncashed Chex-

Soy led bittersweet seeming in a scent, drawing more blood to the filthy surface by the hand of an devious artist voting for the end of a dream dreamed by demons trying to have their way with the back door of a glorious party, holier than thou- pregnant with a cow that no one wants to milk-

cheese never will be made from a tax break,

a claim with a flag never asserted or defined 

although quiet eyes hear the vibrations of lies larger than life itself!

Oh, elf on a shelf-

a waif so naive, with a run in the nylons- everyone makes it a point, 

defining their own illustrations-

sketched without truth-

a colorless hue yet to be named by the scientific critic.

Mad Zack, Captain Mad Zack...

dying to share with you but the Crew...

Gleefully reaps a bounty unwanted by 

the masses thirst for Caesar and his Circus!

The Dragon rises from the stagnant depths of a Cesspool punch bowl, 

yet to be drank from by the idiots searching to swim in a wake of gluttonous abuse to a cherished item, eradicating it's use by the peasants awaiting to become piss-drunk by the urine of some PUNK needing a tool or two employed- only to be sourced from a waste of a society, Searching for a whore- A Sodom and Gomorah...holding a Tora while sipping a salty broth sopped up by a flavorless wafer. So savor the salt from your brow, and count, once again, these cementitious blocks willingly built to form the prison of the mind of a potentially powerful weapon.

I just penned this because my pen-is more powerful then The Sword of Short Sentences, easily done with a book of lesser importance! Of Fantasy! Oh Fantasy! Fiction! The Whore- The Profiteer! Capitalizing on selfishness and greed, trading away integrity to rob the Earth and The Angels.

Time Served! You are free to return for more bologna, soggy bread, "Jim Jones" and a cookie consisting of oats meant for cattle. Enjoy your meaningless chattle, for I am off on my adventure, my trail that I am conspiring - yes, sharing with you...

Zachery Polk

5/29/2021 9:11- 9:25 a.m.

#A.D. Justice, #Tom Sciuba, #Loren Shay, #Sophie Kealin, #Jennifer Frisch, Warefrica Stamps, and many other Valued Crew Members. Good Morning to you, and Safe Travels on your paths. I await to read you log book entailing your journey.