As the poet grew tired
Of what he had seen and
What he had known,
He turned to his garden

He picked the most beautiful,
Wild and strange flower.
A Jasmine; one rare
And unique piece of perfection

As he gazed endlessly
At this pure flower
He knew this was one,
One he could keep.

A rose in a garden of thorns
No beauty as equal to her
As the poet took care, of
The lovely flower

It changed into a human,
An extraordinary woman
With diamond eyes
And flawless looks

The poet grabbed her hand
Kissed her neck and said,
‘I am the poet and
You are my muse’

Look at the sky
What do you see?
Are you intrigued by the stars?
Or are you too busy behind locked bars?

You know you have the key,
Possess the power.
Take the moment!
Look at infinity!

You trap yourself
Not knowing you're alive
Live! Look up once in a while,
Breathe! Learn how to die.

We trap ourselves,
In clouds of thoughts.
Creating an endless forest
Appealing, but dark

You found the key
You looked up
Its too dark,
Some of us like it

Lets dance with the stars
Talk to the moon
**** death all night long
Drink the ocean dry

Because at night
There is nothing
The darkness makes you feel whole
The screaming moon makes you feel infinite

We march.
Broken.
Devestated.
Deprived.
Unaware of our destination.

So as an act
Of bravery,
Of sadness or
Of fear.

But all we do,
Everywhere we go
We still need a purpose
We still need our motivation

To escape and live
To re start and re gain
To achieve and destroy
To become and to forget.

But till we find our destination,
We try to die,
We try to intoxicate
But lack to be remembered after death.

We march
For nothing
For the faded
For the shattered
For a forgotten cause

Here I sit, quietly and peacefully,
while the rest are out drinking,
planning their boring futures,
meeting their ‘soul mates’.

Here I sit, wondering and gazing,
how great my life would be,
If I got my Hogwarts letter at 11,
Experiencing the world of wizards.

Here I sit, thinking and guessing
How different my life would be
If I went fishing and found a rare gold ring,
A ring that would bring so much change in the world.

Here I sit, giggling and imagining
How different my life would be
If my best friend was Captain Jack Sparrow,
And live our lives plundering and sailing on open seas.

Here I sit, realising,
Its all a dream of mine,
Just wishful thinking.
About what could be.

Here I sit, not alone,
But with many like me
Wishing that this could be real.
Trying to create what isn't.

For every writer without a story
for every lover without lust
for every poet without a rhyme
for every actor without a stage
for every singer without a song
for ever painter without a brush
for every child without a father
for every hero without a mother
for every god without prayer
for every politician without a lie
for every artist without a muse

I salute your will to carry on
Dont look for money, company and noise
Seek silence, death and fear
Only then, will what you dont have, be gained

In order to find a muse, it must take something from you:
A dream, a lover, an accomplishment, a memory.