my Life
is
a magical realism
my Life
'tis what it 'tis
magical
comical
a real
an "I-ism"

my Life
full of struggle
and strife
without a huggle
from a wife
or a lover
my Life
has no do-over
just a red rover
red rover
where is the 4-leaf clover?

my Life
is magical
not religious
nor political
no hidious
"...ism's"
to haunt me
to taunt me
with what i can't see
nor hear
nor feal
even when it's near
except, perhaps, the ocassional tear

no "ism's" to bind me
to find me
nor to confine me
nor blind me
to the I that i see

no Hindu-"ism"
no Budda-"ism"
no Moslem-"ism"
no Juda-"ism"
no Catholo-"ism"
no Protant-"ism"

no political-"ism"
unseen
no Democrat-"ism"
no Republican-"ism"
maybe
just a Individual-"ism"
is who i Be
maybe that's just Me
a fruitless tree
maybe
i was born
a bush who grows only a thorn
lonely
maybe
that just be Me
i'll wait and se
when my Life's history

maybe it's magic
maybe it's tragic
to be Free
maybe
that's the key
to the magic
of just bein' Me

i read mysteries
'cause in mysteries
i sees
the magic of my mind
i find
an "ism"
of magic
there in my mind

nothings so tragic
as what you can't find
with no ties that bind
with so tight
an "ism"
that you go blind
to the sight
to the tight
"ism"
it becomes a night
dark and stark
blind to Reality
of just Who You be
of what you Really See

nothing's so mystical
as the magical
"ism'
that frees you from prison
with it's own Realism
with the Reality
of the "I-ism"
of who Me Be

for in the "Ism"
i see
clearly
the magical realism
of Being me
of Being Free
from the "ism"
that is a prison
of un-Reality
the relious-ism
the polical-ism
paying the cost
of being lost
in someone else's
reality
in someone else's
"ism"
just because it is given

a magical realism
is an Eternity
where I can Be
Me
not lost
in some Dark Chism
just living
the life i've been given

just Livin'
in the Magic
of The Reality
of who I See
when I Look At Me.