Divorce of the Muse

Indiscriminate Lover, 

jilted, and rejected,

never made the alter.

Have you achieved sainthood?

draped in red and white tapestry,
lace wrapped face

love and regret.

Inability to hold you,

to give and receive.

Do as I say and not as I do.

I am no child;

to boss or command;

to teach, or instruct

I am who I am.

Muse abandoned. 

I will not entertain or 

indulge.

Lost,

dazed and confused

grasping for straw, 

seeking.

Sharp object,

cut it out, remove it if 

it offends you.

Anger, 

I am not what you wanted.

Psychic ability speaking out loud.
Vacant words.
You never wanted,
you played,
dressed in the head dress of confusion.
Black and blue, pink, and purple,
Grey....


Falsehood life, 
idle, 
mundan.,
keeping up with the Jonesez
will make you insane.
Suburban, 
fearful to live Urban,
lye to yourself.
Your muse gave you words of life.
The life you never wanted to live.

Muse;

never thought she would abandon you;

your choice,

You turned from her first.

Life,

Sullen and Empty.

Black chess queen,

captured her king.

He fights no wars.
He sits and he sings.
Wanting to please the queen
in her way.
Lost his soul
for many a day.

Knight, standing guard at the gate.
Knight sees the queen, and its getting late.

Queen runs you.

Muse has left you and now
the queen is streight.

Sorrow and despair will 

become your friend. 

As you live the life you 

wanted to be in.

If you should never 

find these words,

its fine, 

as you have yours 

and your muse is MINE.

She whispers softly 

in my ear....

in the early mornings;

the only time to hear.

Pen and pad safely near my 

side, 

I scribble words, that I can't hide.

Muse tells me to tell you 

thanks, 

The divorce is final, 

and without haste. 

No quibble, 

no pleading to be done.

She just packed 

her things as you moved on.

She sits quiet and patient

near my side.

Try not to get lost......
Please don't hide.

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens