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Troublesome muse

Your crazed demands
Couldn't phase the moon
In their eyes

You've never seen
Some true autodidacts

Venturing heuristic minds

The smoke at 3 o' clock
Billows softly with your kind

Pre-wired ideals tax
Only the few who will see its crime

"Why" is your enemy
"Just how it is"
Is your afternoon wine

How could anyone be so blind?
When the dusk skies’ moon
Finds us creeping through the night
Might I take your hand
A gentle grasp with mine
And pray to our God above
That the moonlight won’t catch us in time
Thieving:
Like an unearthed madman.

Prosperity of fools is sown
Graciously by demented sheep,

Deep through marshy soil

Until the sky spills and spews
Up through horrible craters

Which the madman made the sheep sow
Subconsciously and unknown
Your wealth is held,
In this mysterious thing.

Where your riches
Are bountiful,
And your heart
Feels shallow.

Spinning you go-

Is this carousel
Worth a touch
Of her soul?

Or are you just callow-

On a mountain
Where green grass
Is yellow?
In a far gone place
Unbeknownst to me
A creature is still stirring
Behind the broken dying leaves

It’s perch is gone
The trees are long dead
Yet a soft glowing heartbeat
Still survives in the dread
I want to kiss your soul
And tell it sweet goodnight
For the scars we lay upon us
Fade fast in moving tide

What wandering did we do
From here to there till now
To schism our great bind
As we wish the rain goodbye

Do you hear the city streets
Ghastly echoes calling bright
The neon light facade
Drapes on an empty stage tonight

I feel a dwindling fire
I hold it close and dear
My blanket is torn from me
I’m unsafe and struck in fear

Where is my gentle net
My lighthouse in the vines
The phone booth sputters
As blood trickles from my eyes

Now my magician is only here
In dreams, visions,
And big signs in the sky
He is just barely keeping himself by

The moon lights up the stars tonight
The rocks, but also you and I
We gaze upon the same bright night
But from different seas of changing times
For may I fear
I sit in an empty room
A Monteverde Cloud to seek
Yet I remain still
Still I am
Till all time passes
Too frail to lift my spear
No extravagance I have
My clothing is sheep’s wool
I adorn my hands
With dark black gloves
Unscathed is the ground I walk
Silent the things I touch
An ocean before me
Yet never do I drink
My light barely burning
I starve it’s soul
I rip it’s roots
As in a fairytale long ago
Hear me not
See me not
For I fear
Forever I fear
This I have chosen
Many times before
Quelled is my voice
I remain unmoving
Still as a stone
Till it all fades to none
For I fear
I
Fear
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