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Friday, February 23, 2018

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a pinch of madness
the insane notions of a poet, sorcerer,
a singer of peculiar songs,
the rhythmic, vain ideations of one
who conjured strange creatures
from the cauldron of creation

over and beyond this threshold, 
you partake of the leisures of sound and sultry syllable
lessons and lectures and laughters 
and the lesions of wounded minds, 
weary with the weight of life
and giddy with the youthful joys of the coil-sprung death instrument 
called cosmos and its temporal, jittery stasis 

tune in to the mad frequency of the hatter's harp
feel the feathery quill between your fingers, 
scratching the soft illusions of underworld cathedrals
onto the digital parchment of binary scrolls
and into the thousand, orb-like eyes of the argus 

place your hand into a nebulous, darkened grab bag 
of glasslike candies and venomous serpents

here, you will know not the quilted comforts of certainty 
but only the gambler's thrill, that of wanton abandon 
mercurial mirth whispered in your ear

tip me for a tune and I will write you a rhyme
receive the song by bartering for the verse with a dime 
the witch ways abound in this universe of sound

words walk here... like men... 
men who speak lessons,
instructions in the summoning of demons,
demons who cut doorways in the daylight,
doors through which only angels may pass,
these angels enter into the earth and make oddly-perfumed flowers, 
flowers that bloom children under the cold rocks of winter,
children who spend their time slaughtering gods for sport,
beautiful, terrible gods that bleed dying stars,
stars that used their last, tortured breaths… 
to spit the dust and the light

that is you

Kevin Trent Boswell, aka Magus of Magus & The Plastic Infinity and Conjure Work




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Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Up From The Ashes! - The Phoenix Conjure Work


The Phoenix that is Conjure Work!


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Sunday, December 24, 2017

tree



tree


12 angels all ‘round the white tree
whirling, revolving... merrily 

7 gods dance inside the inner ring
through a divine geometry they sing

stars, cubes and triangles complement
forms are forged, broken or bent

impulses forged into solid form
an orbiting of fragmented shells, aswarm

36 roots plunge deep into hell, bottomless 
72 branches reach up for the abyss 

deep within the concentric rings of the tree
if able to discern in the dark, one might see

another band of gods and angels do swing
around a similar, black tree, and sing

outside the concentric band of spheres 
if one listens closely, a faint whisper he hears

of yet another song, sung in wicked delight 
of shapes and structures that covered the light

allowing darkness to brew and cook
in cool, dank pocket, corner and nook

if not too bored, confused or tired,
perceive just how far these songs have conspired

inward and outward, in every direction
songs of right, wrong and correction 

left, up, forward, right, back and down
pictures swirl, from sole to crown

so much, so fast, so slowly occurring 
through thought and feeling, swim without stirring

one’s position might come to be
believe all of it and none of it, simultaneously 

this stance without standing might bring to you friend,
knowledge without knowing, of beginning without end



Written on Christmas Eve, 2017
in Wilmington, NC