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The story of a Muse

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The story of a Muse

The story of a Muse

A beautiful woman that loved him,
she listened to him, in awe of his genius,
she inspired him, encouraged him, 
to do his best work, she validated for him,
that his thoughts and ideas were otherworldly,
She knew his mind and heart must be heard,
His art could change the world, 
and took on the job of pulling this gift out of him,
she lassoed the tornado that was his soul, 
and directed it, into the brush or pen, 
A symbiotic relationship, of male and female,
at their best, a guided purpose.

It seems as if she always left him in the end, 
A mystical woman with more artists to inspire,
left him crying and wounded, 
to do his crazy works after his genius expired,
no direction, haphazard, psychotic, suicidal
used up, emotions undirected, lost, death. 
but a life of value, influential, inspirational, an immortal,

I do not know where i got this impression,
this story of the muse.

Its not fair, 
all my muse's, 
dont care about my work, 
they only care about how i can help them, 
They listen long enough to find what i am looking for,
Put on the mask, the liar face, manipulative,
just long enough to get what they want, 
or realize that i wont give it to them. 
Try to buy my soul with their sex or money.

My naivety, my love, my hope, my trust, 
used against me, for their selfish motives.
Purity pretended, love mimicked, smile a lie. 

Is the muse a lie, is this why the artists go crazy?
Is the suffering evoked by an evil women inspirational?

I have seen men like me, with experiences like me.
Too wounded to love, to trust, to try again. 
Settle for a weak woman, one that wont hurt them. 

Men, i have always considered cowards
They cant look me in the eyes.

As i am beat down by love, i see their temptation.
Chasing the muse, waiting for her, mistaken mimics,

Dont tell me the muse doesnt exist........... 






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  1. Date: 1/29/2010 9:31:00 PM

    Wow, I love this one! You used great analogies to describe what writers and other artists go through during their creativity.

  1. Date: 1/29/2010 12:56:00 PM

    The Muse exists,She isnt weak, She is strong and lives to challenge the mind, the heart and the soul, the Muse lives till the end, Its up to us to hear it or not, enjoyed reading this complication of emotions..Charma

  1. Date: 1/16/2010 6:08:00 AM

    I enjoyed reading this very much. It ended as if the writer had more to say. I look forward to reading more. Another soup member by the name of ELainie inspired me to write my life story after years of thinking it too overwhelming and myself incapabe. I appriciated your comments about my writing because even though you did so in a positive manner you were not afraid to comment on what you thought could be improved. I hope you visit again and leave your welcome feedback. Have a great day!

  1. Date: 1/16/2010 3:42:00 AM

    Excellent write that draws the reader into the story and I liked the way you left the work open ended to add to or for the reader to draw their own conclusions.