PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Masked One, I can feel it, the magic in the air,

And I want to snatch it because all my flair

Seems to be leaving; my inspiration, my muses

Are deserting. And I know I can't make excuses,

It's not their fault I have not put pen to paper

That I left inspiration in a vault like it would not taper

Off slowly, fester in it's cage.

I remember when I needed to be faster

To get all the words on the page

Back when I embraced the inspiration, let it flow through me

And I always found the creation you showed me

Set me free and things I could never say aloud

Grew like a tree and spread with no bounds,

Across whatever was close; Paper, computer, a leg,

I was not picky when I chose. I would even beg

For a pen to write my prose. I would write until I heard the dawn

Tell me 'put the pencil down!'

Or I felt the pull of Dreamland, with the Sandman at my door

I would relax my hand, slow the pour

Of rhymes in my head, and I would sit there quietly

Contemplating in my bed, about how adeptly

My hand knew those words, how they would fly out,

Just like birds, even though I would prefer to shout

Them to the great sky, let them raise up high

And I wouldn't even try to grab and tie

Down the anger, the hurt, the pain,

The fear, rejection and drain

On the mind when the words flow out

So very unkind, and very doubt

That taints those virgin pages, spawns from the friends

That I call my muses, and I can try to make amends

To any broken hearts, but my kindness

It stops and starts, with a silent blindness

Of the fallen faces, that haunts my dreams

In a thousand places, with hidden gleams

In their crazed eyes as they remind me

How they despise my angry decrees.

But they can't understand what happens inside

When I stop my hand from writing these rhymes

I swear I'd go crazy without this release

And I don't want to get angry, but I hate the tears

That flood my dreams. It's all unreal,

No matter how real it seems, the never-ending reel

Of disappointed faces, friends saying 'how could you?'



But I'll take my chances,

And keep my one release to myself,

Hope that they'll never know,

Because when I say 'I love you'

I don't joke around