muses
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Listen, dear readers. My name is Hébert.Brierre, Vilaire, Césaire, Baudelaire,And I write sweetly inspiriting words,And about umpteen beautiful things.We find Lociano Benjamin and Victor Hugo
There's no worst enemy for an artist,
than one's lack of abillity to do!
Waiting for one's muse is not the smartest.
Sometimes, inspiration is a hard chew.
You must light the fire of passion yourself!
The Tragedy of Muses
Nine muses given to us by the Gods, glorious daughters of Zeus and Memory
Poets of the epic, sacred and love, historian, musician, tragedy, dance, comedian, and astronomer
You're a dope ass individual, and you're
Incredibly fuckng beautiful. Like...
Everytime I see your face one any
Social media platform, I'm jus like damn.
How could God make
No one told me
that I would suffer
for the muse.
I wake up;
I think of her.
I write;
I think of her.
I eat, drink, sleep;
I think of her.
She never thinks of me.
Muses are supposed to be:
soft, loving;
passionate, burning;
But you are:
lost, looking.
Your eyes are wide open,
always searching;
you see everything,
but find nothing.
I call on you, oh faithful Nine
Of isle of myth of long ago.
Would you please bless these words of mine
So I can burst from head to tow
With rhymes? I think that they should be
Radiating then with glee!
Surroundings uninspiring—lost in a mind’s abyss,Euterpe distraught and limp.Notes tumbled from her flutetoo soft to echo, too lameto provoke a response.Only when sought her sisters’ help.
You inspire me
I do not know who you are
Or have the slightest clue
What you look like
What you sound like
What job you do
But you keep me up late
You fill my thoughts
You seduced me.
Drew me in
played me for the fool
and I bit
took the bait
tried to dart away
only driving the hook
in deeper
Inspire me, inspire me.
Aid me, wonderful muse.
A love song, a horror story, cliffhanger, maybe?
Anything at all, I'll make you an offer you can't refuse.
