My Muse Attacks

My muse attacks!!    I cannot say no; She overwhelms me.
I loose control, I can’t think or do but what She tells.
Then She leaves me.  Drained, wanting more, needing more, thirsty
for more. She leaves me. A drained husk a parched man
crawling through the desert desperate for a drink.
Reaching, Grasping; hating the sand, the heat, the air, Life!
I curl up and cry. I am left empty,
a Vessel waiting the return of Usefulness; of the the glory of the Muse…

Absurdity

Don’t Be. …Absurd
It’s only… .a word

A musical rhythm
Set in time. …Pentameter
Or Anti-matter; rather.

It’s in your head
You dance, You dance
Round and Round
In bed.

It takes 2ow or One
It takes 4our or more
and lets not forget 3ree.

Don’t be absurd though.
Think it through now.
Is it false or Is it true?
Silly, you don’t even know:

What is it? it is                        is
Absurd? Absurd.

My Catharsis

If I write everyday It keeps demons at bay.

Livin’ a lie
Hopin’ to fly
Away
To a place called home

Information is God… …or is it Knowledge?
…Is Knowledge Wisdom or is Experience?
What is God.

Nervous Tick (le)

Bad Habit=Lewd Nun

Scribble Scribble
Seems the same. From up here.
Well down here. It’s better.

Ideas/Thoughts on paper are so much better than in the head; they don’t jumble about as much. On paper they reach a steady state, immobile & clean. A specimen that can be examined and corrected.

Old person’s [sic]peom

Neck pop
Shoulder stop
S  T  R  Etch
KlinkKlinkclink
Your vertebrae in sync

PoP goes the weasel
Goes your knees
As you please

Roll over
Oh my back!
Its a heart attack
Need a new mattress?

Trust, its less stress
On your mind
You’ll be fine
Take these pills
It cures Ills

And brings new pain,
Symptoms to your brain

random poem

Breath, Mind and Tongue

Words undone

Unbound spewed forth & rebound
To ears

Give forth of breath life

Give forth of love and strife

All wrapped up pretty with a bow

Given as a gift to

random strangers
your dearest foe
your greatest love

A gift the animals envy

Your breath and tongue.

scattered thoughts on talk

Blah Blah Blah, Ha Ha Ha its all in the way
you speak.

Dry tones, humourus tones
Happy sad mad glad
not happy but not sad, indifferent,
euphoric.

How I shape my mouth to the words I speak
I give my words a meaning and a life when I
speak them, Imbue them
with power or just plainness.

These are scattered thoughts and thought processees about speech and speech patterns.

Vocal chords, lungs, lips, tongue, soft pallet hard pallet,
Teeth.
Soul.

Speech is given life, words are bought to life
Brought to bear on the issues at hand.
Words are given a soul, a borrowed soul;
It came from the speaker.