Simple Muses

Tag: Self

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?

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

Duality

Brutal duality
Duels across
Emeralds hidden
From sight
Under the brim
A shade shifts
Encompassing
All in passing
Poised
For delivery of pleasantries
Or debilitating pain
From nadirs
Versed in just what
A moment in life can be
A sweet, tender, delicate memory
A silent second of tension, just a passing
A return to the rule of the ruthless
I’ve learned the difference in my delving
Emerging as the delicate decibels
Of a smelted heart
Capable of more than this medium of art
Such was nurture
I prefer my poetic nature

Mirror’s Reflection

For a minute moment
I’m going to cross the line
Let you into one of my places
With a tip, flip, twist
I’ll rest my cap over eyes
Shadowed secluded
Sea greens
You don’t need to read
Now is here
We need to be there
Before the oaken frame
I found a thousand lines ago
It’s well worn by now
“Won’t you take a glance?”
The mirrors oval shape reflects
An image of you
“It’s not what I see”
I perceive what lies
Below those smooth lines
Subtle curves
I’ve spent my time here
Listening, feeling, following
Coming to read beneath those reflected lines
To find me
Forgive me if you’re studying
We must begin
Watch the mirror as it spins
End after end
Revolving
Teasing with blurred glimpses
Forget the perception of eyes
Feel the breeze on your skin
Let it sink in
Look between the gaps
Past the contorted apparition
Beyond the mirror
Beneath the skin
Forget syllables
Relax
Let the somatic fall
Back into yourself
Close your eyes
As it all fades away
Find yourself
“I’ll slip away now”
When you’re ready
Walk back the other way
Let the world see
The proud steps
Of an individual
Free from chains
Made from the mad mundane.

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