Magic, but REAL

I reach into my

treasure box,

and bring back out

a license.

A license to perform

MAGIC

within the designated areas.

Some places are forbidden.

Magic there

is not so magical.

Magicians there

have another name.

In this place,

they call them outlaws.

Their magic is not

appreciated.

Burned at the stake

for their craft.

Being so bold

as to make their feelings known.

OFFENDING

with such a

simple thing

as a pen and paper.

They

killed us.

Stone-cold

dead.

They

stifled

our cries.

They silenced our voices.

We were too verbose.

We were only

a nuisance.

I hate the

unsightly,

unmagical realm.

A poet

should create

poetry.

A dreamer should dream.

A lover should love.

A teacher should teach.
A fish should swim.

A bird should FLY!

SO WHY CAN'T I?

A world filled with magic

opens all kinds of minds.

Impossible

does not exist.

The world is yours

to change or escape.

And the choice is entirely

left up to you.

Make it.