![]() MuseA Poem by DCT ponderings![]() A shortened version of a larger piece http://dctdesigns.com/2013/05/24/the-weekend-52413-2-years/![]() I won’t be
summoned I will
arrive in my own time Court me I will call Open
up Air out your
rooms Greet me
newborn eye to eye Show me your
heart’s longing Your hurts, The interior
monologue, bones bared Utter me
your truths profound Bleed your words onto a page Cry colors on canvas Scream choruses of the crimes you ache I may be
your worst enemy Strip you down Bore to your core To the
simplest barest whispered words I will push
you one master piece at a time You’ll think
me a sadist I will drain you empty Then fill you again Pour into
you incandescence Guide you to the source Turn you
inside out And back again Bring
you full circle
To the end But a beginning For all to start again There is no
mystery in my origin For you
shall see we are all kings Do you
understand? © 2013 DCT ponderingsReviews
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5 Reviews Added on May 24, 2013 Last Updated on May 24, 2013 Author![]() DCT ponderingsWAAboutHI all! I have been absent of late. Life has run a muck and gotten away from me. Most of what I've been writing as of late can be found over on my blog www.dctdesigns.com. So feel free to find your wa.. more..Writing
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