Inspiration's Ebb and FlowAs it turns out, inspiration has an ebb and flow as only the oceans know
One day creativity abounds, while the next lacks that transcendent sound
Forever lost in notions and reverie, I search for my muse, almost constantly
Forgiven am I when I make my mistakes, I wish not to harm, hurt, or forsake
Love is eternal, some emotion somewhat infernal
Please allow me my time as I play forever with rhyme...
The PharaohThe PharaohThe Pharaoh
The Pharaoh welcomes you with an open mind,
He wishes nothing more than security that you may yet find,
Give unto him only love, respect, and unconditional loyalty,
And he shall return all his love, riches, and a place for you in incomprehensible royalty...
Concerning the Flesh of the FeminineConcerning the Flesh of the Feminine -
A flesh so serene, a look of pure magnificence,
It enraptures me within its grace, forcing me to mental ignorance,
A Heavenly place on Earth for which I wish to spend everlasting eternity,
There is nothing more perfect in this world than feminine purity...
The Brain is a muscleThe Brain is a muscle
Powered only by the food of indiscriminate curiosity and wonderment
Just like anything else –
Feed it what it wants and watch it grow
I am the clownI am the clown,
To a smile maketh I the frown
Whether prose, verse, or intangible text
I hope you’ll stay to listen for what’s next…
Symbolically, the form is onlySymbolically, the form is only gentle curve sketched upon gentle curve. How one decides to look upon the figure is left up to the being possessive of the beheld eyes. One seeing more in meaning than that of another is solely provided by the imagination brought upon by the insatiable curiosity of the human mind met only by animalistic thought and instinctual hunger. It is left up to the wanderer, the ponderer, the explorer of the questionable psyche so given up by those who cannot question that which is opposite of conformity.
And that is just the problem. There are a shortage of those who wish nothing more than to break through the white page and spread the beauty that is the human form penciled in by so many. Why is it that I should waste my breath on such a matter? Why? Reason being is that it is such a matter that influences me greatly. The thoughts that inhabit my mind coalesce together and, therefore, create a breeding ground producing things only found in an environment ample wit
When a man sets his sights on When a man sets his sights on the horizon and takes up the courage to venture out to sea, he must know, even if on a subconscious level, that he is dealing with Mother Nature incarnate; a temptress unlike any other who can make or break a man in the midst of only a few rough miles. If this is the case, how can a man have any cause to begin such a journey? How can he search his soul for the drive to allow himself the kind of mindset needed to set sail? It is as if he is preparing for the end before there’s even sight of the beginning. He is gathering the water to put out a fire where there’s never been a spark for aeons past and where there will never be one for aeons to come. Has he no justification to feel comfort and solace whilst preparing for the possibility of utter surrender to the other kind of desert; the one with no land or sand, only quiet drift into eventual introspection?