HUMBLE MUSE

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JOURNAL #25

                        









you wanted romantic

I parry to profess

such pledged confessions

your gentle iron clad heart

so full of erotic fumblings

I shall step forth

to strengthen mend and guard

as well as I can muster

such marvelous intentions

and release to you

these winning ribbons

I have sashed

if there is any emotional

profit to be made

in the sky of such sun's womb

I shall locate the key piece

to such free admittance

and surmise quite assuredly

that there must be a well of

magic's warmth

scattered upon the moon's own

mountains of vital attraction

I have access

leading hopefully unto

some true artistic realm

I spare no nod for great

achievement though

from ashed thought to these

reminents of shear poetry

for I am only the manual

stirrer of such culdron of

depth and spiritual insight

these miles

they do not walk me

these streamers of elongated

thought

mere shards

of a seaworthy heart

golden nuggets

from a cachet of sweet hope  

those of which

I shall never forsake

in whole or part

our compass in this life

remains belief

shimmering recognition

deep within

stands tall

we feel the click at some

level of connection

from one yet fully revealed

position

near tear streaked moments

hope starts feeling a little

dashed

veiled in brushed off sneezes

unashamedly

with heart in a somewhat

uncomfortable sling

I think just may be your

unprepared reaction

to my offered words

and perhaps

even me.........

(July 20,2001 715pm)

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