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2009 (1-3-10)
Last year is dead meat.
2009 is over.
Last year is stone cold.
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Bag of Masks
On this earth, there walk six and a half billion magicians.
They are just regular humans, ordinary people like you and me.
And hidden inside every magician's hat,
Is a gigantic, magical bag of masks.
In this bag are many many masks.
Masks for here and masks for there.
Different masks for everywhere.
Masks to wear when you're up or down.
Multiple masks to wear all around.
Constantly changing masks without making a sound.
Some masks make you seem scary.
Some masks make you look like a clown.
There's a mask you wear with your family.
And a mask you wear with your friends.
But a magician's most honest hour,
Is when he is in his room, on his bed,
With the lights out.
Covered by sheets and wearing a nightgown.
No mask on his face.
Eyes closed like a machine that has just shut down.
A machine that's ready to operate the very next day.
A traveling magician always wearing a mask,
Regardless of whether he decides to go this or that way.
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A Wonderful Distraction (12-22-09)
The holiday is here again.
My fourteenth Christmas is near.
This is a time of fun,
A time of joy and cheer.
But this is not a happy year.
This is just an illusion.
An elaborate dream.
Things are not as jolly
and ecstatic as they seem.
We are all still surrounded
By some terrible terrible things.
And we all still have those times when we
want to grow wings and fly away.
But today is not one of those days.
Santa would leave a lump of coal by my grave
And my family wouldn't celebrate.
Today is not one of those days,
Because it's the time of year filled with holidays.
It's a time to be happy and be amazed.
A time to play pretend and be happy.
A time to eat dinner and be with your family.
It's time to enjoy a wonderful distraction.