Sorcerer's Poem

Your presence brings life.

Daily, I open my eyes to darkness. Blinded by failures and insecurities, yet when you illuminate, all shades of grey fade away. Heaviness lifted away like a date gone bad, as my heart shifts gears, switch to a the fast lane, pass by fear and uncertainty. Breaking thru walls like a water to levy, your presences is a force to be reckoned with.

Your presence brings life.

I wonder if you know it. Maybe you don't believe it, so i'll show you. Creativity was obsolete and dormant. But. Your presence has lit a match, giving life where it lacked. I write to express, that you are what I've been thirsting for. Stagnant like the red sea, but, if you put the tip of your finger in, resurrection begins.

Your presence brings life.

You are the epitome of a Queen. Your beauty is that of being unknown to me, in this life. Visions in my dreams, are the closest that I've seen to what could compare to you. Yet. I still struggle to find words to describe the exact being that is you. And I'm left with love, life and light.

Your presence of Love

Your presence is Light

Your presence is Life.

Copywitten: Poppa Tuzzin

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I read that poem, one that was given to me, when we had first started our whirlwind relationship. Filled with exciting escapades and devious acts, one could say it was an "addictive" connection. A time that I was lost and alone, he had found me. I had read the poem, free form, flowery words that would create a world that I had found myself feeling safe. Secure. Nestled warmly along those words that would later leave me cold. Alone. Aching.

It had been a short time since we parted ways, yet the split had left a sour taste in my mouth and my mind sick. My heart covered in the slug of failure and pain. I had read the poem and my eyes had narrowed, wanting to shed the lost hopes and falseness that was the reality of our relationship. He belonged to someone else. He had made the societal leap into marriage. He was now accounted for, barred, and I had allowed myself to fall into his world of intimacy to later confuse it with love. My mind construed lust with adoration and the need to be possessed. I wanted to hate him and build a disgust of the wasted time and energy that I had put into him. Yet. Morally, my soul had taken the high road. I had learned to accept the end of an romantic era and eager to move toward a bright beginning.

When he gave me the poem, I had racked my brain on what I would send to him back. What could I say about the poem that would be the response in which he was searching for? Over time, it fell to the side as I would spend time with him. I would forget to write a similarly formed poem while I had allowed myself to flow with his current, his magic. The waters had gotten rough and he abandoned ship, leaving me to drown. Seeing that, I had now inquired a skill to continue to swim with the current instead of against it; I was ready to write. I was ready to tune into myself and answered the mystery that had lied within him about me.

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To “Poppa Tuzzin”

Your Energy was Life

Cold winds blow against my cheek, softly as the whispers you spoke in my ears. Igniting my fire, setting my soul ablaze.

Your Energy was Love

Tender touches, a velvet blanket, wrapping itself against Isis's pearl, sending waves into my spirit. Spirals my existence into a world renewed. Welcoming me, anticipating for my arrival. I was home.

Your Energy was a Lie

Warlock chuckling, illusions covered my eyes. A overlay of images that could never be. Taking the beat of my heart, using it as an instrument in the Devils band. He chuckled while I spin further into confusion. The world that held light was now cold and dark. Silent screams were mere echos in your head as you continue to pull strings, Gepetto.

Your Energy took my Life

How could I had allowed myself to fall? For my heart to be vulnerable that the magic you possessed shred its to its final beat. To break into pieces while you idle run away to the familiar. I outstretched my arms to you, while you brushed me away. Take the noose off my neck, swinging until the memories become white. Erased off the smile you once brought at every waking thought as life slowly escape. Wiped clean of the phantom touches that I had once ached for. Amnesia seeps into my mind and I wait for the Goddess to take me home. A time where I had a pulse. Resurrect me.

Your Energy was an fun house mirror, allowing me to see what I wanted.

Your Presence was smoke, leaving me without breathe, aching for the next

Warlock under an apparitionspell,

Only to be a thief in the night, lurking for the next broken soul to ravish to make himself whole.