my muse threw
the food i made
for breakfast
across the
table
no burnt toast
once i confused
my muse with a
guitar trying
to strum
her
deconstructionalism
all over again as she
turned into a Pete
Townshend and
said, "Who?"
smashing a
1978 Martin dreadnought
once when i refused
but she already
knew for shes
my muse
wrote a poem about
her penguin feet
she said, "You
leech. That
was a secret between
you and me." but i
told her, "i tell
all that you
tell me
because
after all you,
you are my muse."
Categories:
dreadnought, muse,
Form: I do not know?
May you grace the shores of Eternity
And upon Life's waiting seas
Cast a dreadnought...
May sunstruck vistas embrace you
As their son and brother
As the beautiful doings of your soul
Surpass that glorious portraiture...
For in your deep and brooding eyes
Is the promise of Tomorrow,
And all the dreams and hopes
Of a thosand generations
Dance within them.
I believe in that...I believe in you.
Categories:
dreadnought, hope, inspirational, passion, visionary,
Form: Blank verse