Simple Muses

Tag: random

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

Pictures

Whispering

In that moment

I paused.

Returning to a place

Where I was a boy, innocently

Floating in azure waters

Revealing the depths of your soul

In all your magnificence

I let your wave rock me

In delicate hands

Soothing my heart, mind

With hushed whisper

That tickles bare body

With accepting embrace

Of my presence

Taking me so far back

So far away

To a place I long to stay

 If I lose myself in such a way

From captured pose of silken eyes

On first look

Who’s to say I will be able to speak

If ever we meet

I may lose myself

Entirely to your trance

In the first glance.

 

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

The Darkest Fairytale

I dreamed i could fall asleep.

I am Lovely and Lonely and I Belong Deeply To Myself

May You Touch Dragonflies and Stars - Dance With Fairies and Talk to the Moon