Simple Muses

Tag: truth

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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Diligent Decades

Eyes glaze as path fades

Fingers hold fast

Mind seizes

Chains rattle before I vanish

Heart rewinds the reams

The still frame memories

Course through every nerve

Searing, pounding, forcing

Wrecked body to knees

Three decades demanding

Answers

To every vague muse

I scripted, portrayed

Harmony or disarray

For the thousand

Glaring eyes

Searching soul

For the passion

Displayed

Now displaced

By guises

Assumed to fulfill

Their needs

Momentary measures

Meant to heal

Oh, portions were real

Inside lines

Somatic symbols

Mumbled words

Meant to mend

Faded eyes

Lost souls

Sundered hearts

I told you

“I’m an apparition!”

Here for the moment

A lease on lines

Just to help you release

“Is that not enough?”

I guess so

Though plagued

By perpetual sundering

Of how many

Paused, then passed

In seconds like these

I let go

None could handle

The real me

Beyond the lines

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

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.

 

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