The artist's muse described the world in his mind,
As half light and half dark.
The artist envisioned such a sight,
Such glory!
Untill the muse asked him what his mind was like,
And the artist stood quiet to imagine it--
I sit alone in a desert,
Head low and hands cold.
Dark clouds circle above my mind like hungry vultures,
And last the dry, purple sand lies a blue bricked enclosure,
Although it is hugged by these deep blue bricks made of agonizing screams,
Is a raging sunset,
Colors reversed as blue with a hint of good.
A sight to truly behold,
A silent beauty,
As there in the deep green ocean was a mountain of corpses-
Corpses of past muses that once held great inspiration.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
