The muse has been dethroned

I have sought the right words
In a lifetime of folly
I have looked to the stars
For the semblence of inspiration
I have lived and loved
Laughed and cried
All in search of ample fodder
To satiate my writing hand
I have observed the world
As it floats by me

And, above all, I have worshipped at the feet of the muse
Offered my soul to her
Lavished her with gifts
Danced at her whim
Made a fool of myself at her bidding
All for the right words

I have done all this and more
And drowned in a writer's block
That has gnawed at my being
Left its teeth marks on my spirit
Rendered my words impotent

I have pursued turmoil
Succumbed to pain and suffering
I have starved myself
Denied myself pleasure
All for the right words

I have done all this and more
I shall do it no more
For he has arrived
He was come to claim his space in his world that once was mine

The muse has been dethroned

My life is no longer my own
I give it to him willingly

Awakening

I didn't want leave u
I waited so long for u to come
I lingered without reason
But to be in ur presence

I didn't want to leave u
Though there are many such moments still to come
When I will have to leave
For a few hours
Perhaps a couple of days
Always to return

And she
She didn't want you to go
She held you a little closer
Wanting to hold you forever

She didn't want you go
Though there will be times when you do so freely
Always returning to where you hope is

We know there will be those moments when I will leave u
And you will have to go

There will be those moments when we will perhaps disappoint u/you
Or you/u will seek more than what the two of us have to offer

We are only human
And pray that the good will always outweigh the bad
That the stars will always shine brighter than the night
That there will be more laughter than tears

We are sadly only human
And I never want to have to leave u
And she never wants to ever have see you go

You/u are we
And we exist for you/u

The prince

(For my son)

The prince reached out
From the warmth of his castle
And surveyed the world
Grasping the air with his fingertips

We are but supporting players
In this, his starring role,
The world has shifted
Drums beat to his heartbeat
His desires are all that matters now

I held him
Hands quivering
And knew
Nothing else matters
The stars I shall bend at his will
The moon I shall pull closer for his pleasure
The heavens I shall inflate
The earth I shall move, shift, mold just to see him smile

The prince has arrived
And the king has abdicated

All hail the prince

Frustration

Every day, I start to write something, put fingers to the keyboard and open my mind in search of words to communicate something, anything. And every day, after line 3 or 4, I delete the words and give up. This space was to allow me the room to ramble randomly, laying the building blocks for what will eventually become complete writings. When it began, it was all good. Words flowed. Now I find myself in a bit of a conundrum. Has it served its purpose? Over the next 6 months, the raw and uncut poems that are on here are going to disappear one by one. Each one that disappears is to be edited in preparation for my next collection. Again I ask myself, does this mean this space has served its purpose? Has it runs its life and deserves to be allowed to die quietly without fanfare? Is what's one here worth taking to the page? Why are there always just questions?

SPAM

Poetry cannot be SPAM
Across unseen waves of consciousness
Words caress our hearts
Give souls peace
Even for a moment
Blank pages do not scare me
Nor do blank screens
They hold within them endless possibility
Words yet to be spoken
Again and again
Your blank pages house infinity
Keep filling them with poetry
Because poetry cannot be called
SPAM

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Confounded mediocrity

The ordinary lingers
While magic lurks
In the distance

We seek to live
beyond the daily

Imagine our infinity
In the legacy
Passed from lips to ears

Our greatest fears
Are of invisibility

Yet mediocrity
Can be comforting

Living merely for today
Without thought of tomorrow
Breeds followers
Who dare not dream
Of a complete tomorrow

Space and time
Are nothing
When not filled with imagination

Incoherence

I'm the invisible man
Birth child of giants
Raised in silence
Product of unspoken violence
We can tear at flesh with words
Thoughts unheard
Destiny distorted by expectation

I'm the invisible man
I travel through the boundaries
Nothing can confine me
And so my prison is not belonging
I exist outside the rules
Stand alone
This within are fools
Those without are lonely

We are all invisible
What is the meaning of this vaccuum called reality?

Mayhem, Part II

When was the last time
you prayed
When was the last time
you dreamt
When was the last time
you lay yourself
At the altar of your imagination
And created an altered tomorrow

The pitiful seek peace in arrogance
The world owes them a rosy reality
Come on, now
Life owes you nothing
We are not born with stars woven into the fabric of our dreams
Reality is a construct we manifest with habit
Relevance is an exercise we perfect with practice
Sanity is a perspective

We tire of your illusions of grandeur
Bend your knees
Look to the heavens
And create castles of positivity

The world owes you nothing

Mayhem

Metaphors speak of blood and bloody murder
Of forgotten dreams
Of reality coming apart at the seams
Of fake gregarious rantings
Of misguided hope

This is the current state of breath
Perpetual autumn
The leaves are dying
The flowers curl into themselves
The soil is dry
The rains shall never come

Who will save the children
We can't even save ourselves
Truth is a dagger
Thrust into the stomach
Cleaving its way through the intestines

We no longer want to hear truth
It hurts too much