The written word
Should help us heal
All it does is hurt
By stating what we feel

It's confusing, reading scribbles
Knowing the authors heart
Realizing it means nothing
Typing your soul apart

The ink splashed on paper
Not really meaning a thing
Just random rants
About absolutely nothing

Expressing your heart
Exposing your pain
To the cruelness of people
With nothing to gain

But hurting your soul
And bruising your mind
Someone who expresses truth
Is way too hard to find

In this blank world
Where feelings are condemned
Tears are weakness
It's just better to pretend

Her Heart forever is lost in beauty
as her muse spun celestial grace
among the flowers her beauty out shown
all that once stood unshaken is now her love song
that will inflame her destiny as it is written...

Head bowed among her lovely thoughts
where the light of love adds fuel to the fire
should she hold the new world in her heart
as she lends her spirt restfully
as the mortal in her stretches with a flair....

La ragazza e la Musa, the girl and her muse
sing a mighty tune, in her words of a veil form
that her spirit lives as her colors breathe ...*

Debbie Brooks 2014
https://soundcloud.com/kerstin-centervall/la-ragazza-e-la-musa