The loss of muse
As I slowly become more invested in a young lady I have been dating my muse flees. Perhaps it is truer to say that my muse has shifted its production from whimsical nonsense to sentamental nonsense. There is a market for the sentamental nonsense, but I can’t bear to stoop that low. Here my…
King of fools
True true the poet says.False false I bend my bread.Up the wall out the hedges.On the peak and over the edges.Nonsense chased me up and down.Seeking me to place its crown.Upon my brow and dub me king.Lord of fools has its ring.Did I run? flee or shout?No! I simply sat about.Sluggard, fool, and wicked too,But…
Jabberings
Rhythm, rhyme, reason.Life is music, a dance, a song.Division, a single point, into three.Emphasis, weight, meaning.Words too heavy to be spoken as one.
Music
Tempo in flight, winging its way, over mountains, through valleys, across skys.On the wings of a violin I fly. Hummingbird quick. Soaring with the trumpets.My wings cannot carry, the destination is too far, the air too thin, the sun too bright.The orchestra is but a fragment of a key to the gates of heaven.The smallest…
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About Me
Hello and welcome to an inconsistent series of rambling thoughts and poems. I am a Mentor at a boarding school for troubled teens. I have no training in the literary arts, though I did go to art school. One day I was reading a book, a book so mediocre it made me want to write my own book. Perhaps one day I will write a book so mediocre I can inspire you to begin to write.
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