No matter
How deep
You dig

You can
Only reach
The surface

Just above
The hidden
Quantum
Level purpose...

It's been a
Slippery ***** for years
It's getting quicker
Near'r the bottom
Of my beer

On a rolling planet we ride
Held in place in perpetual glide
It's a miracle we survive
...

In possession
Of an intellect
Able to rise above
The ceiling of limitations

Emotional constructs
Binded by a need for love
Our hearts and minds
Do so push and shove

The mind's eye
So blindedly enlightened
The permanent waves
Of social, spiritual
Political devices

Still the sparks
Gleam from those
Beautiful creative eyes
Dreams turn ink
Into passion pinks
Crimson nights
And hues of unspoken blues

Through neural passageways
We share a common design
To create a world
In the intellectual
Poetic mind.

There's a sick muse
On my back
On the blind side
Of my matter of fact
The hatter, the victim
The stabber in back
There's a sick muse
So cut me some slack

There's a sick muse
That never knew love
I fed it, I felt it
I held it above
There's a sick muse
Who only knows pain
Sooner or latter
   It all slips away...

Invisible
The rest of your story
The parts you fail to compose
It's hard to see through subjective glory
Posted in italics and bold
But there beneath your cover creases
We can peep your fragile brittle pieces
Here and there scattered about
Your note and tags
Could never hide your doubt
Oh my dear friend let it pour
Upon the page, give us more
Put away the avatar
Let it shine who you are
Take a little advice from me
Let the pen set you free!

When finally you meet
The darkness of soul
There a shallow heart beats

Alone in your sphere
The echoes implode
Chasms between you
And your dreams

Reluctant and resentful
Life lingers longer
And the heart
Hungers for more

Thankful and mindful
Now you are strong
So get out there
     And stop being a bore...(-: