I Am Neither, Man Nor A Magician

I have neither, malice nor malign
Though, I am grandeur in design
There are times that I align
With images gathered in my mind

To know thy rhythm in my heart
Silent whispers churn in part
For I am like a humble column
Frozen bound in something solemn

To feel the grooves upon my tongue
As I count my blessing, and fears among
Catalogue, thy heart knows, cruel!
Spaghetti head in earthly rule

Campaign, be thy heart I favour
Lord I know, thy gentle saviour
Psychology is neither, mine nor ours
Silent whispers echo shores

I am neither, man nor a magician
As I am never, one for exhibition
Lord above in our receipt
Roses placed among the sweet

How is it that I can condemn!
Earthly heart in lonely gem
I am bound in my neurology
Forgetting worlds in life’s zoology

To feel the chassis of my lungs
As my heart has spoken in tongues
There are feelings, my Marie
Though, I measure life and its debris