Simple Muses

Tag: ramblings

Let Me Begin

The tentative tactile touch
That kept me in tow
With blatant truth
Proud to be honest
Even if misconstrued
Is alleviated under taut
Tie to be the good guy
By weight of repetitious
Redundant encounters
Corrupt concoctions
Create friend for their free time
Make no free moments for me
I toss off ragged roles
Let lose baser instinct
Drop shades
Fling hat far away
Bask back in the light
Devilish greens alight
Atrocious ravenous grin
Fingers flex
It’s time to begin
I’m free once again
Are you In?

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Words Will

Full, wild, erratic
Wee crazy
Eccentric pen
Meanders across pages
To flippant points
To meddle in
Placations for the minds
In the mean ground
Where compromise, compassion
Are ideals, concepts
Afloat on hot air
Scarcely a vibration
Able to catalog
Anvil’s echo to syllables
Their manner
Concludes considered cognitive
Definitive sums
Laws pertaining to homo-sapiens
Alone absolute problematic boons
Trounce innate
Perception of instinctive cyclic weaves
Encircle life, land
Death and decay
Lessons pass down
Drawn by a man’s’ hand
To berate, belittle
Demand degradation
Till all are beguiled
To imperfect script
A tract of soot, sorrow
Establishes ages
Of extinct reigns
Mollify the inherent spirit
That already purifies
Itself without prejudice
From peculiar barratries
Fallacious thrones where
Parchment schemes
Restraints on reams
Consignment is unattainable
For minds found
Nurtured to live life

Thought

thinking

What one thinks
Then says
When thought follows
Through the conversation
Should flow freely
From the mind
And be interpreted
As respected syllables,
For did not the moment
Lend itself to find these words
Intermingling of varied perspectives
On some topic, touching
Or passing quaintness?

Unfortunately
It is not so
In findings
The requirements
Have become that
Pronouncement
Should be measured in stones
And as the rule of foot of a king
Each differs.
What has been thrown?
What volley should be offered in return?
If enunciation dictates offense or
Is there really any point
In returning the resonance
If the vibrations created qualms?
Or did the tones offer taming
Touches

Regardless too what they elicit
Or how words are worked
Sometimes silence leaves the longest
Impression

Happenstance

Quill and Signet Ring

My pen timidly touches this page
With the words to follow
For I have used you
As a muse
and fret my words
May be misconstrued
But I weave them anyways
For I came to you
As you have come to me
(In a time I need a limitless friend)
Lying bare in lines
Almost as elegantly drawn
As the soft upward turn of your lips into a smile
As the flow of your lion’s mane
Framing the depths of your soul
In eyes speaking of intelligence and passion, (perhaps hindered)
As pale complexion radiates under this light
With angelic delicateness
Why a visage so tender
Would grace my presence
I know not
As you linger at my side
With echoing strokes of the keys
Keys we seem not to need
For the doors opened in that first moment
Of tale telling
As kindred minds and hearts met
And I hope these words
Do not make you shy away
From the friends we are becoming
For I am thankful
For the peace
For the lines
For the time
You have given to me

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