Book of the Muse.

Rest your dreamy head, sweet woman

let your thoughts drown shadows and

roll like thunder across my canvas

Draw in a last breath that teases like honey,

Mixing sweetly with the floral fragrant ambiance,

of your honeycomb hair

strands who tickle miracles across pearly skin and

Fails to let the ghosts within,

Call mutiny to starry-eyed strangers beckoning

ghosting fingers and twilight palms, 

They wait for the frozen clocks lying limply

Across bony tree limbs to

Cease their perpetual ticking 'cross time

Space, and rhyme taste bitter

in the blackness that is age

trapped in a speed I can't gauge

Exalting in the drunken pleasures of our ceaseless 

 burning worries.

There is no kiss illuminating our pagan nights.

No shivering tryst b'neath the subtle

Twilight.

Lover, you don't have to whisper true

Lost in those congealing amber eyes I 

Fever stricken with your falsities.

Oceans breathe heavy as I sink beneath,

The undertow of our wicked plight,

Pushes emblazoned blossoms of lilac through

Cerebral vessels of plaque-stricken hearts. 

Whisper the secrets of midnight into my

Locked and sanguine notes.

I'll falter freely through this desert life,

This foamy lipped, banal sea sight. 

Phosphorus tears twinkle downstream 

The surrealistic fog of river nymphs. 
Don't startle the feminine guise 

Resting in the whipped, ivory clouds
Enveloping the wild-eyed imagination
Revolving on the stormy disc of our

Musical sensation.
Brushing past the flickering souls of
Wandering stars in an ink-bathed night.
Through the touch of pious schemes,
Blind things can feel through the very

Shock waves igniting the chaos of
Your social leprosy. 
Join the mythical dance of the masked,
Wayward, crisp, bemused.
In the depths below we'll all find the pages,
Thousands of pages to peruse. 
The book of the muse. 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your words lure with a captivating music, lulling one into a mythic movement in time... breathing slows as the mind races, reaching for these sensations in the darkness... each line a hovering hallucination just beyond one's grasp... How I long to find the book.

[Muse]

Without the muse...we are nothing. We are just a vessel of flesh, waiting to be filled and inspired by the unknown. It's scary to open up to the sprites and energies that quicken our pulse. But you explain this process to be much like a dance. I just couldn't agree more. Sometimes it's a dance with the devil...other times...it's a two-way dance that embraces nature....beauty....soul.

[Kristallo]

An apt observation. Thank you. And reading this through again (this is an old one!) I am again filled with the pain I felt when I wrote it, those memories are ancient now, but still they hurt if I let them. You have a keen eye for the depth that goes into esoteric writing, and I am so flattered that my words had an effect on you..
Krys

[Muse]

It takes an emotional writer to know one, and I dunno why, but for some odd reason or other, pain seems to be the most potent energy to write upon. I often cannot write when I'm happy.

[Kristallo]

I know exactly what you mean! Even my beautiful poems, like La Roug, and others, you would think that I was madly in love when I wrote them, but I was sad... and dreaming of what I wish love COULD be like... and are you okay? You disappeared for a while. I missed you!

[Muse]

honestly...I'm only okay in the moment. Tomorrow is another day. For now I feel like being amongst my writerscafe friends...Later....I may search for my quiet corner again...but I always come back. :)

pretty poems...ughh...it's just a duck taped smile for me. lol

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I can write when I'm happy..I can write in any mood really..it pretty much has the same power..this is a beautiful poem and I want to return to it when I'm fresher

[Eve]

I read this from bottom to top, ok, yeah sometimes I read things backwards to get a real feel of that the piece is about and to blow the whistle on spelling errors, and my goodness, it's just as lovely backwards as forwards...either way is stunning!

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Sensational!!!

[icaros13]

This is such a cerebral write. I love that you used the word "sarcophagus" Such a powerful image is invoked immediately, and it sets the mood for the remainder of the ride. This displays a lonely cynicism that I find extremely appealing and alluring. It has been awhile since I have read something as original and incredibly clever and well written as your last five lines. Beautiful and elegant, without sacrificing your artistic flair. Excellent write. I enjoyed it immensely.