Muse

A Poem by purpleray

Who are the inspirations?

I find my self allured By you
Because your mind sees different
So I pause my busy life
And pay attention to things that other wise seem irrelevant

Like my hair
My shoes
My clothes
My flawed smile
My face
What I should hold In my makeup case

I pay attention
set up my tool's and scrub my hands clean
Count the days in ambition of committing just one more sin

It's always the last time
It's always one last line
It's always only one more soul
I will break for a fall
Into inspiration
Into the rabbit hole of creation
It's always one more
Just one more

And I find my self allured By you because your mind sees different
And my boredom hunted mind is a merchant
Exchanging beads of never ending promises of innocence
for a dime worth of hope
And I ride
Rowing my boat
on stormy currents of compassion I have always fought

Currents that always give up,and spit me out
Like a wave on to a dry abandoned land
But I come in
With no trace of where I have been
Calm and collected,with gifts in hand
Laying gentle kisses on these hearts made of sand
And at the relief of finally hearing their own heart beat
They all fall at my feet
Unsure if their wounded ego's will make friends with defeat

Hoping
With all they have left
That my crashing waves will get weaker
In time
And I will become another souvenir for there collection
In their museum of the broken mind's and their depression

but I am just a seeker
Never weaker
Than the king's of lands I choose to invade

I'm not here to stay
Just here to fill my boat with all the wonders I find in my way

Always looking for more
Always leaving before
They lift the hand they used to open their door
To let me in

Always leaving
as soon
as another verse is inked into a white paper's skin

And I was allured By you
Because I was looking to write of a different truth
But now that I have drunk you're vase empty
You no longer tempt me

You didn't have much
Just small talk and such
You didn't think much
Just of mundane life and such
But I write a line or two
Dedicated to you
Because I needed a muse
And you needed some one to have use for you
To make you feel like you do
More
More than just breath
More than just watch
Life pass you bye

So I write a line or two
And dedicate it to you
Place a small crown on you're small head
in compliance with the small riot you lead
And crown you
muse.