Music Muse Poems

"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect...

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"There was a Great Silence"


There was a great silence in that place, a kind of peace,
you sensed them, the unseen removed, all around you,
yet, all...

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Dancing minds
free singing bodies

Dancing bodies
reserve singing minds.

Minds find faith in wealthy 
blue-sky synergy
where bodies have experienced hope
for sacred EarthTribe's 
healthiest green integrity.

Whether we feel we...

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For Taylor Swift


Is that what we are?
Tortured Poets
It has a ring
of truth to it
We have a close
relationship to
our emotions,
understand that
life is suffering
as the Buddhists
would contemplate
Interesting...

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While the dawn collects its rhythm, 
Quietly protecting the whispers of a new day,
Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns,
Risk their gentling tones in rarest glimpses,
Through the...

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Waking up at morn, before thoughts arise,
when dawn drifts into enchanted meadows,
our soul delights in God’s offered surprise,
as lotus of pure love, within heart grows.

Presence...

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"The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes"


“Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?”

This said to the earnest listener, who...

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Beyond softest poetic muse, the garden sighs a breathless trust into the heart, remembering that God, in His great design, singled out the gardener for...

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When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their...

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“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie,...

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Some kind of Boccaccio 
they open The Book, 
borrowing thoughts 
and stories from muses,
for it is a tome 
in its entirety,

each muse, a Page, unamused,
to...

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he had an inkling
as to what the world was
as to what the universe was

which is why 
his sitting on the porch step
playing a beloved jews...

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music goes down
to that sweet place 
where virtue rains
in flames

a noble life ... 
still slaves, 
do what thou wilt 
dancing, still in chains

music goes down
to...

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At sixteen
People's Bible Church
sent me from rural Michigan farm lands
to Moody Bible Institute
in siren-screaming Chicago

Church fathers assumed,
despite curious evidence to the contrary,
that I was a...

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Unwrap my butterfly wings
Let’s see what hope brings
The bloody lies you feed me
Can’t free me, free me eternally

Shamelessly falling apart
Take heart or I’ll tear apart
I’m...

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