MUSE

What can be left of my muse? All hailed in doom
Sullen mood while watching my love treat me crude
I bid adieu, bandage covers the thorn in my heart bruised
Where is my muse? Staring at the worlds stage formed
clay animated, play, serenated in tune
I under the moon may one day be rehearsed my written verse
frail acts from an accomplished loon
Oh so deserted me astray, kids no longer play
Why do I still crave? I see no change ..... I see no fame,
pain, sedated, im heavenly faded
How many can relate?
The fate of being desolate, cigarette breath, slowly taking steps
Blessed in this place of mess

To be Alive

Riding the streets, inscribing poems on trees of a leave's.
Breath with a need, puff nicotine, my world of greed
Lust to the heaves I bleed.
Wind of my wings, sin
I enter....
The lair of despair, eyes of unaware to the mirror I stare
Close my eyes, are you there?
Blind to the times, high, immortal in the mind,
the sky of divine, aveculous if I was to hide.
Visine of times, am I to live ... to die?
Ask to be replied; don't want to be a lie......