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The Muse

A creature that drives inspiration and passion in the soul of an artist.... Why is she charmed? She has become enthralled with her subject. The artist has rendered her to her knees.
3 weeks ago. May 3, 2020, 3:16 AM



3 weeks ago. May 3, 2020, 12:22 AM

 

5 months ago. Dec 9, 2019, 3:14 AM

He is a beautiful,

Wild creature.

Born of dark Orchids

And Saturday morning

Cartoons

Made up

Of dreams

And prayers

And challenges

A chameleon

And a master

Of everything

An upside down

Banana peeler

A feast for my eyes

My hands

My soul

Dancing the dance

Designed by

Chaos

And Heaven

A MacGyver

An Oberron

An Adonis

The Sun

The edges

Of his presence

Glow

Like the fire

He starts

With his smile

His laughter

His voice

Always arriving

Before him

A loud resounding

Garment of silk

A channel

I’d never stop

Watching

6 months ago. Nov 21, 2019, 9:38 AM

Lamenting Daffodils

And painting vines of black

Dolores had it right

When she said,

“I can’t sleep here.”

 


And then She hears that

Black Celebration

“I want to take you in my arms

Forgetting all

I couldn’t do today”

Her heart hurts

 


Because She knows

Someone else is in control

 


These words dance

In her mind

Like bodies

In a fancy masquerade

The dresses dusting the floor

Of memories and tears

 


Moving slowly

Together and apart

Nothing untouched

No corner ignored

She breathes in

And lets go

 


Wishing you were here

Anyway

 


The sun and moon

Are both envious

And pale

Unable to sustain

Unable to grow

She pins them back

Upon the black

Of the sky

Knowing the element

Knowing what is needed

Inside

 


And it isn’t this

But it still means ...

Something

 


Paint smears

On her elbows

Like a Rorschach test

 


Lips twisted

Taunting to say,

“It isn’t for you.

It never was.”

 


It never was

 


Itneverwas

Could be the name

Of a place in a book

Of broken hearts

And thirsty souls

 


A race of beasts

The neverfed

Would sit with hollow eyes

Always wanting

Drained of passion

Abandoned

No muse in sight

 


She knows better

She only sleeps

Under a blanket

Of moss and earth

 


Waiting to be

Set on fire

6 months ago. Nov 17, 2019, 8:08 AM

Found this gem... 

I had been a big fan of all the covers that Johnny Cash had done of some of my favorite songs so I was thrilled when this cover passed my feed.

 

God’s Gonna Cut You Down 

a cover by Marilyn Manson

 

6 months ago. Nov 9, 2019, 1:49 AM

Had she known

If she knew

That would be

The last kiss

The last touch

She would have

Made it last

Lingered

Tasted more

Felt more

Moved more

Gave more

Took more

Said more

Made it all

Count

Somehow

Drove it home

Home.

That space

She saw

In him

The comfort

The warmth

Something

To make her

Stop

Breathing

With every look

Kiss

Touch

Had she known

6 months ago. Oct 26, 2019, 9:09 AM

There was magic

In that wind

It moved the glitter

And the dust

From her hair

And her eyes

It moved the glow

Of the Moon

Across the field

Through the fire

 


His fire

That touched

Her limbs

Her heart

Twisted away

In a breeze

Leaving

A phantom

burning

Just enough

To linger

To ache

To want

 


She held

Her breath

Caught the air

His scent

His voice

Echoes

In the night

Through a room

Full of stones

And nothing

 

7 months ago. Oct 22, 2019, 12:03 PM

She said,

“Build me a house;

I’ll make it a home.”

 


A house with your heart

Windows to see

Inside and out

A fire

Always burning

An open door

Welcoming

Warmth

 


From the earth

The walls will breathe

The ceiling will sing

The floor will move

With tears

With laughter

With joy

And pain

 


A beautiful picture

Broken in places

Carefully mended

With tape

And love

And longing

 


A slow dance

Through the hall

To the bedrooms

Comfort

And lullabies

The touch of each other

A hand on hand

And legs wound

Together

 


The stairs

Each step

Designed

For sliding

As well as

Ascending

Toward the attic

A complicated room

Old toys and sad sweaters

And skeletons

Rattling

Like morbid chimes

Summoning the most macabre

Faeries

A light bulb that flickers

Every attic should have

 


A window seat

With a worn red

Velvet cushion

To sit and ponder

This house

This home

Your heart

 

 

 

8 months ago. Sep 9, 2019, 2:41 PM

8 months ago. Aug 26, 2019, 8:38 AM

by Sean Paul

 

Makin me wanna dance...