Muse muse muse O wherefore art thou

Sometimes I over think shit

Put my foot in my mouth with beautiful flowing words

That create a tapestry of raw passion and embarrassment

But I do it anyways

Poetry demands that I make a fool of myself and express every deep dark thought in those hidden places

Hidden for a reason

To keep me safe from myself

But the muse that the creative is drawn from plays a back and forth with me

Share everything

Tell me nothing

Say only this

Say all of that

I got foundlost in my head and heart

Reaching and pulling away toward

True poetic freedom

When the outside gaze truly doesn't mean a fucking thing

Just the words of the poet as myself or as narrator

Can never be sure how I am speaking

You're so vain you probably think this is about you

And maybe it is

Or not

The words keep coming going

9 views

Recent Posts

See All

Enslaved song of hope

Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home I looked over these United States and what did I see Coming for to carry me home A band of rac

Nine Eleven

September eleventh, what happened in Nigeria that day? Been obsessed with Imperialist USA. Today I wonder what happened in Cambodia Kenya El Salvador On 9/11/01 Those souls I hope are free of pain Hav

Please don't go away from me

Rain dripping from roofs Hiding the sun Bringing nourishment to the Earth, The Foundation I love what the rain does But sometimes the timing Not when I want, when I need Can you focus with the sound B

© 2018