About Muse: The Muses was contained in poetic lyrics and myths.
Git'er Done They beat their swords upon their shields To no beast or man would they yield
Bring Down The Walls I will bring down the walls that surround me today. I will no longer be kept quiet Meek enough to drown today....
Hasten Little Maiden ... stop and listen for pearls of wisdom stop and listen as the river glistens...
Rebuke Obstinate regression bringing untold paths of deep dark foreboding depression...
Solace of Silence surreal synapses of a melancholy drone a dream per chance she dared not be alone...
Sleeping Atlantis Silent cool waters dancing upon her skin ~ silent cool water ushering dreams within...
Parting One is strong, a child now grown The other weak, a parent aged - The strong once feeble The weak once mighty - Time, the infinity has marked them...
Chains chains that hold me to the ground chains that keep me solidly bound chains that tether my heart to you chains that only one truth...
Brahma and Airavata Long ago in lands of golden sand Brahma turned to Saraswati and gently kissed her inked hand....
The River Swish Deftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~ The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~ Canorous rush of the river swish....
The Decision ...I wiped my hands on my pinafore now sullied and stained not crisp or pressed as it had been before...
The Bane ...where coxswain's dirt and seaman's shirts brushed bawdily upon her chest...
... ancient days of sorrow ancient days of pain - heartaches of the past slowly began to wane ... (from gleaning granules)
Ode to the Chamber ...linger here amidst the chamber in which we embrace our love talk to me of sonnets and call me turtledove...
Chains chains that hold me to the ground chains that keep me solidly bound chains that tether my heart to you chains that hold only one truth...
They Served ...reliving memories that will not die giving their all for you and I - friends taken lives shaken...
Agony's Plot A zephyr skimmed across my creamy skin gently kissing where the sun had been....
A Coy Aversion ...a flutter too shy to be seen...
I Cannot Remember You ...engulfed in liquid amnesia I cannot fight the tide
...unquestioning automatons blindly marching to the beat - an eerie crunching sound hoards of shuffling feet... (from silent moments)
I would write my tears, weeping out my pain - I would empty my veins for ink.
