A Poem about Magick.

Author:

Magick

The seed of a perfect fruit,
a potent and powerful root,
blood from a perfect tree,
web of a spider you can't see,

Oils with a powerful scent,
herbs, maybe some incense,
a candle you may burn,
a cord you may turn,

Crystal of your choice,
a poem in a powerful voice,
petals from a perfect flower,
these will give you power.

About the Author

I was born in Melbourne Australia on March 4th, 1957. My mother worked in a pie van at Victoria market. My father drank. My brother, sister and I used to take time off school, go to the museum, botanical gardens or sneak into the zoo. When I was 9 we moved to a country town not far from the city. I enjoyed roaming around the paddocks. I didn't do well at school, my lack of concentration made studying difficult, I dropped out to pursue a career in retail. I managed an aquarium successfully. In 1985 I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, later with paranoid schizophrenia, with this came heavy cannabis use. I was in and out of hospitals for a long time. New medications have made me stable, I haven't been hospitalized since 2000. Psychosis radicalized my thinking, I realized I could make something out of the darkness. That was the beginning of my paranormal journey.