Searching for conspiracists to spread the word
To make sure the world knows the truths
Of mysteries and magic, of history and the future, of the real and the surreal
Rascals and damsels, princesses and princes, paupers and millionaires
You up for the challenge? All you need to join is to pick up a book and read.
When the ground opened up, it swallowed the entire town.
How could such a thing happen without any warning?
Oh, and the hole kept getting bigger and bigger
Leaving an ever-growing scar across the landscape
Everyone was horrified as they turned the next page of Stephen King’s newest book
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So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you
The aromas of honey and age greeted Kendra’s nostrils
As she opened it up and inhaled deeply
Salivating a bit she smiled and tried to take it all in
The flavors danced and spun such a complex tale
You never knew how good the story would be in an old book
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Between the covers lives a synergy of two consciousnesses
Obviously that of the author, but also that of the reader
Organically melding into a reality neither has full control over
Keeping both guessing how it will turn out
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Clippy was my dearest friend
As I worked upon my book
He always had advice to send
As I wrote my gobbledygook
Every day I would see him look
As the words would begin to flow
He would always give his outlook
On how my formatting should go
But then one day he wanted to show
A way to format the entire thing
He had me select my manifesto
All with one gigantic swing
I blame my friend Clippy, and not the hard booze
For now there was nothing left of my dance with my muse
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Bob bristled at Angie’s comment.
“Love isn’t blind,” he said. “Love sees everything. Every wart, every defect. Everything. Love just accepts all those things and keeps giving hugs. Love wants to show you that it’s okay to not be perfect, to fail, to do something stupid. Love is there to be wounded, kicked to the teeth, and spit upon. That’s why love is considered folly by some and ludicrous by others, but in the end, love wants to see you be the best you you can be.”
“But Charlie is blind in the book,” Angie said.
“But his love isn’t.”
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Putting characters into harm’s way seemed like fun
Little did he know how painful it was going to be to him
Ordinary words built the structure one at a time
Then the book was done until someone pointed out a hole!
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Above the clouds was usually a peaceful place
Maybe it was because everyone was plugged into their own world
All the passengers had headphones on or their nose in a book
Zoey smiled at being so close to so many and yet so alone
Eleven hours more to go of this before she had to interact again
Determined to enjoy every moment of this Zen
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There are always two sides to every story
He put down the book and shook his head
It didn’t really make sense that it was black and white
Nuance told him two sides were really a myriad of grays
Knowing that and applying it were two different things though
It made his life a practice of frustration, but still he tried
Nothing could be gained by giving up, so he embraced the gray
Good thing he was already color blind
Abdi Mohammed
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