A poetic muse

2:08am – the muse.

Of misery and happiness, on encouragement and grief
Through mischief and adventure, when light itself grows a shadow
This is how I am.

Sadness follows the happy as rainclouds follow bright balloons
That when the laughter has subsided the cold shower can begin.
Of this flood? Think it only a bath.

Profess your ying and yang, tell me the balance is to be kept.
Light were not but for the darkness in contrast, says you.
Confused, says I.

The world in its intricacies and delicacies, it variation and pattern;
Would be a mirror to the structure that is beneath?
Yet, I speak without knowledge.

But spoke it right he, that simple is truer often;
The page with less written oft affords the clearer view.
See I this, over and over.

How to argue with him that sees true unreal but believes false reality?
His tongue is sharp, what blood his mouth contains!
He is content with his thought, without his life.

Blessing after blessing is granted, though no deserved deed.
A plan thwarted with goodness is failed though it succeed.
Rhyming wasn’t the plan.

Does the plan mean ill? Its end to darken? To who is it owned?
Yet there beauty is found, and smiles that shatter scolding.
Her eyes that pierce.

Why that I strain to miss yet aim to succeed? Can I unravel?
Constant effort to dodge paired with significant work to conquer…
Strange bedfellows all.

Finally know that conclusion dances laughing round my head,
Teasing my senses and staying near reach.
Only to be told.

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by way of explanation, don't take anything too literally or figuratively. I enjoy writing about thoughts in my mind, but this is only a stream of consciousness... nothing actually fully digested. take it for what it is, a window into my mind.... ;)

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Hello friends!

sorry about that... my bro was messin' with me. :P a new, REAL post to follow shortly.