Lyrical Rampage

Tongue in Cheek

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 21:50:15 GMT

I have no real Talent
My Art is not my own
I've taken bits and pieces
From everyone I've known
A phrase, maybe a stanza
From a piece of Poetry
I switch a word or two around
And it belongs to me
This painting I spent days on
My shirt a paint-stain smear
Please don't look at it too closely
or the numbers may appear
I collect all kinds of interests
They're mostly from my Friends
But sometimes I don't remember where
They end or I begin
My originality is false
A creative fallacy
I only want to be what they are
Because I'm unhappy being me
So I cut and paste the pieces
And weave this Jigsaw web
It may seem to you pathetic
But its logic in my head

On the subject of Muses....

Tue, 15 Feb 2005 00:07:04 GMT

Or inspiration if you rather, either is correct...I find my muse to be fleeting at best, I've been told to name her, I considered that in depth until I realized that there isn't just one muse, I have many, My Muse is life and all of the aspects of it, from emotional depths to cloudy hights to give that a name more then "inspiration" would be to limit it to the meaning of that name....

To one day be inpired by the stars and name the inspiration to reflect that, then limits that muse to the realm of the night....

To be inspired by a tree and call the muse something that reflects nature, limits my muse to nature....

Rather then to call her "Life" and allow her to inspire me in all the aspects that reflect Life...

And, like life she is fleeting
My Muse.

Life as Art

Fri, 28 Jan 2005 23:22:39 GMT

Writing Life as Poetry
Little things inspire me
A dewdrop on a blade
Of grass
The way the Wind brings
Change to pass
The flitter of a Butterfly
And all the Stars
Up in the Sky
All these things
And more I see
they inspire my Life
And the Poem
That is
Me.

I am

Fri, 28 Jan 2005 20:59:33 GMT

Gentle, Persuasive
Submisive pervert

Believable liar
Insane introvert

Wandering dark paths
Then silent for days

I twist what I touch
In strange subtle ways

Watching the movement
Of the glittering stars

Now washing in Moonlight
My new set of scars