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In a way we all have a personal muse That we all strive to impress Then ultimately fail It’s only human to be frail To be fickle to be fools For what does love truly mean? And what if true love doesn’t matter? We set the scene Stars sparkle and chatter The Sun once a human yearning Rises to silence the stars burning She blows her amber kisses All life forms camber to receive Near misses cause envious hisses. A Man listens to his Bard But words aren’t always enough Not when they’re muttered within Echoes of a lovers paranoia Circling like a soul destroyer Bouncing off walls Only to be caught in spiderwebs The man suffered a fall But he got excited when His Bard uttered lyrical divinity You can close your eyes But the light still shines You can’t deny A blazing ball in the sky And nor can you attain it For beauty this divine It is meant for all time. Lips slap together Not because they kiss But ‘cause they remember They mouth words They sing verse They lisp prose Not to colour the darkness But to define it Inky fingers pen risqué things ‘Cause ego is a shield Deflection not projection We mirror what we cannot yield For what is a Bard without a man And a man without a Bard And a Bard without a muse? A blank page? A mute sage? Words aren’t meant to be caged But they also need to be restrained. Are these really my thoughts? This isn’t my tongue These hands are not mine A subconscious caught Inside a human mind But I run away with it The words spill out and splutter I spell out I love her Only to discover My words are erased By my own fate Time doesn’t care if you’re late It carries on regardless An eternal hardness Harshness, calmness that harnessed Like every wrinkle formed Smoothed out into the darkness This unstoppable force. One, two, three, four That incessant beat within me One, two, three, four My cadence pleads: bring me Bard those bars are ours But you need her to speak Ego’s weak, feels like weeks Since my soul retreated I know the havoc I can wreak My empathic peaks At its highest point A mean streak peeks out briefly A freak wants to shout But a poet intervenes He speaks, deletes and revises He sneaks quietly Not out of fear But through precision You wouldn’t hear him falter My mystique is not disguise This is an implosion An exploration of critique I’ll abandon rhyme Invent a clearer method But still the echos leak through One, two, one two. I move steadily away from whatever waits ahead of me Not fleeing, repositioning Heavily laden I stay ahead of the game Carrying what I must Without any announcements Cleverness is quieter than people think I stake my claim that I exist Do not speak my name It whispers in dark rooms I am the element you pretend to not notice The elephant in the room The entity that doesn’t knock Because I was never outside I consume what you protect most carefully Your certainty your ambitions The softened versions of your dreams Desire feeds me Fears keep the fire lit I am the pyre and the reason it was built Call me sire if you need hierarchy Call me lord if you need permission You always do And when you finally rise close enough to the sun Understand this This is statement not performance Even light must cast a shadow And some shadows are enormous. Remember all you really are is repetition Repeating a repetitive rendition Written down without remission You requires reflex and reference Relentless refrains to retain relevance A refresh requires rewinding For reward you need reminding You reap from your wrongs Then repackage them as songs You wriggle to make ripples Perform riddles and wolf whistle want At the women you want to revel You’re not royalty you’re the devil And I refuse to resort to your level. I haven’t defeated you Just outgrew the need to obey you Hearts are worn upon sleeves But alter egos are thieves They’ll steal and deceive Devour young hearts and souls The entire land they’ll trawl I learned the hard way Of not letting go Pleasure in illusions Hunger from excess But I am the one who carries consequence I lose heart and bleed slowly I pay the ******* rent While you reap the glory I wear the scars You wore the crown My body is not your vessel My voice is not ours it’s mine now. Alas I look up upon the sky And I know that I am loved Her rays wash me in splendour And I no longer feel jealousy For every living creature She is the absolute centre This heavenly body This scorching sphere How dare we try to harness her I feel a quiet haunting fear I was but a moth Dancing blindly in her light I burned myself seeking warmth This never had to be a fight. You’ll always rise I’ll always write But truth be told I no longer fear the night You’ll always rise I’ll always wake But to be honest Time does not care if you’re late You’ll always rise It’s inevitable One day I’ll die But life is exceptional I’ll close my eyes And no longer dream No big surprise Everything is how it should be The world goes round The sun gives life The man continues to run The bard he writes. High noon the sun smiles life into darkness She pecks specks of light upon cold cheeks The Man gets on with his life regardless Knowing capturing the Sun is an impossible feat. Sun worship is not a pagan ritual Nor is it an ignorant belief For Man can see the Sun And when a man can see Such delight and wonder with their eyes A man believes he can reach for the skies Behold this story When you fall it’ll bruise Just recall what happened To the Bard the Man and their Muse.
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Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
The Bard, the Man and the Muse
In a way we all have a personal muse That we all strive to impress Then ultimately fail It’s only human to be frail To be fickle to be fools For what does love truly mean? And what if true love doesn’t matter? We set the scene Stars sparkle and chatter The Sun once a human yearning Rises to silence the stars burning She blows her amber kisses All life forms camber to receive Near misses cause envious hisses. A Man listens to his Bard But words aren’t always enough Not when they’re muttered within Echoes of a lovers paranoia Circling like a soul destroyer Bouncing off walls Only to be caught in spiderwebs The man suffered a fall But he got excited when His Bard uttered lyrical divinity You can close your eyes But the light still shines You can’t deny A blazing ball in the sky And nor can you attain it For beauty this divine It is meant for all time. Lips slap together Not because they kiss But ‘cause they remember They mouth words They sing verse They lisp prose Not to colour the darkness But to define it Inky fingers pen risqué things ‘Cause ego is a shield Deflection not projection We mirror what we cannot yield For what is a Bard without a man And a man without a Bard And a Bard without a muse? A blank page? A mute sage? Words aren’t meant to be caged But they also need to be restrained. Are these really my thoughts? This isn’t my tongue These hands are not mine A subconscious caught Inside a human mind But I run away with it The words spill out and splutter I spell out I love her Only to discover My words are erased By my own fate Time doesn’t care if you’re late It carries on regardless An eternal hardness Harshness, calmness that harnessed Like every wrinkle formed Smoothed out into the darkness This unstoppable force. One, two, three, four That incessant beat within me One, two, three, four My cadence pleads: bring me Bard those bars are ours But you need her to speak Ego’s weak, feels like weeks Since my soul retreated I know the havoc I can wreak My empathic peaks At its highest point A mean streak peeks out briefly A freak wants to shout But a poet intervenes He speaks, deletes and revises He sneaks quietly Not out of fear But through precision You wouldn’t hear him falter My mystique is not disguise This is an implosion An exploration of critique I’ll abandon rhyme Invent a clearer method But still the echos leak through One, two, one two. I move steadily away from whatever waits ahead of me Not fleeing, repositioning Heavily laden I stay ahead of the game Carrying what I must Without any announcements Cleverness is quieter than people think I stake my claim that I exist Do not speak my name It whispers in dark rooms I am the element you pretend to not notice The elephant in the room The entity that doesn’t knock Because I was never outside I consume what you protect most carefully Your certainty your ambitions The softened versions of your dreams Desire feeds me Fears keep the fire lit I am the pyre and the reason it was built Call me sire if you need hierarchy Call me lord if you need permission You always do And when you finally rise close enough to the sun Understand this This is statement not performance Even light must cast a shadow And some shadows are enormous. Remember all you really are is repetition Repeating a repetitive rendition Written down without remission You requires reflex and reference Relentless refrains to retain relevance A refresh requires rewinding For reward you need reminding You reap from your wrongs Then repackage them as songs You wriggle to make ripples Perform riddles and wolf whistle want At the women you want to revel You’re not royalty you’re the devil And I refuse to resort to your level. I haven’t defeated you Just outgrew the need to obey you Hearts are worn upon sleeves But alter egos are thieves They’ll steal and deceive Devour young hearts and souls The entire land they’ll trawl I learned the hard way Of not letting go Pleasure in illusions Hunger from excess But I am the one who carries consequence I lose heart and bleed slowly I pay the ******* rent While you reap the glory I wear the scars You wore the crown My body is not your vessel My voice is not ours it’s mine now. Alas I look up upon the sky And I know that I am loved Her rays wash me in splendour And I no longer feel jealousy For every living creature She is the absolute centre This heavenly body This scorching sphere How dare we try to harness her I feel a quiet haunting fear I was but a moth Dancing blindly in her light I burned myself seeking warmth This never had to be a fight. You’ll always rise I’ll always write But truth be told I no longer fear the night You’ll always rise I’ll always wake But to be honest Time does not care if you’re late You’ll always rise It’s inevitable One day I’ll die But life is exceptional I’ll close my eyes And no longer dream No big surprise Everything is how it should be The world goes round The sun gives life The man continues to run The bard he writes. High noon the sun smiles life into darkness She pecks specks of light upon cold cheeks The Man gets on with his life regardless Knowing capturing the Sun is an impossible feat. Sun worship is not a pagan ritual Nor is it an ignorant belief For Man can see the Sun And when a man can see Such delight and wonder with their eyes A man believes he can reach for the skies Behold this story When you fall it’ll bruise Just recall what happened To the Bard the Man and their Muse.
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M/Orbiting the Sun
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
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