Imagination fleeting I can't seem to fight the feeling I'm trapped behind a locked door. No more dreamy places to visit I've denied my demons entrance Whose to say they are bad?
I don't know the truth of why they exist Or why I feel the need to fight them I continue to delete the poems inspired by them. I long to write as I once did Given free passage to landscapes filled with magic Is it wrong to love the fallen ones?
Maybe I shouldn't deny my true nature Could be this is the key to free me I wish I...
My beautiful muse I've missed you lady You create wonder With the worlds you paint. All the hues of the spectrum Vibrate from you Into my heart, my mind Without you mylove i'm color blind.
You light up the sky With the words you inspire Waking all the world around you They have been deep asleep As if it were eternal winter. You gently salve their eyes Like new born babes They see the colors of spring As for the first time.
My muse painted the skies bright red today, The path under her feet the color of passion, anger, lust. You've become sleepy, this will awaken you. She is dancing in the fire, so beautiful she is today, White porcelain skin, red ruby lips, blonde cascading hair, Gently swaying at her hips. Her beauty ignites my anger, She being gone awhile, Me thinking her unfaithful.
She continues dancing, The fire raining down on her, She says, "Come dance with me I have something to show you." Tentatively I begin to dance, ...
Anxiety weighing down onme Twisted in knots, I smoke like a phene Pushing this button and then the next. Wondering which will fix my problem Scratch this itch, make the voices quit Turn on the t.v nothing there.
Music helps to soothe the pain Though nothing lasts long Depression sets in, riding that long black train. Spiraling up and down, my feelings out of control Nothing does it for me I try to read, books once so soothing Are now a locked door,concentration impossible.
Brainwashed by the bastardized english I was taught since birth I would so love to wrap myself In dark metaphors Like a warm blanket covering my raw pain Not showing where it hurts.
Compelled to write but like a blunt instrument The American language just put's it all out there Naked left to stand alone Like abare tree bereft of her leaves Shaken by the machine that cranks out Defecatedbile from it's ego maniacal guts.
I love America but I feel the melting pot Bled my european heritage dry With the...