******.  Come back,
you faithless little ****-tease, Muse,
you maddening author of my abuse.
Please don't amuse yourself this way.

I know it's love-hate,
de facto, inchoate.
But don't you know I seethe for seed
and writhe to write?

I love you, Muse.
There must be some mistake.
So end this wretched heartache
and for art's sake,
light my ******* fuse!

Mike T Minehan

I'm finally starting over
Looking back gets me nowhere
I'm finally breaking free
Lock the door and throw the key

Pushing off with all my might
once again, shall I take flight
With no chains to keep me bound
I lose sight of this ominous ground

Perfectly airborne, and what do I see?
A beautiful dove in flight with me
We admire each other on our mutual quest
The peak of the sky is our silent test

We reach the clouds and push further yet
spinning and climbing as a harmonious duet
Among the stars we both ascend
and together we learn the sky has no end

Drifting aimlessly, hand in hand
we are free from the grasp of the oppressive land
With feelings in my heart I'm not sure how to convey
I turn to the beautiful dove and say:

*I left all I had, not sure what to pursue
until I realized, I was just looking for you