4/4/2006, 12:33 AM

this is what i do

A Muse Meant an untame mind glowed out of the black rebuked and refined and then faded back returned to applause an audience grown from pregnant pause to fledgling flown sinister paradox lying in wait defying the quarry to snatch at the bait just to catch at the chance to unbend and create so defensive i hadn’t the sense to think why back at square one dimensions were changed heroic deeds done declarations exchanged the dialog swerves drifts waxes and wanes still swinging at curves a persistence remains to humor a cipher awash in abuse, understand my position, accept no excuse, walk on water and wait for the shit to shake loose my word you just want it heard hands of time moving under my skin urge me forward, one more word, again you win lose the weak will to waver you savor each drop time of the essence, the time that won’t stop misgivings take time to reason away but loss of the prime extortion to pay none shadowed more mind’s eye that can’t see blinded lifetimes before hindsight comes back to me mountains moving erode anything in the way never proving you wrong at the end of the day still listening until I have nothing to say and that bird finds its wings stirred hands of time moving under my skin fire the desire to let out what is in lose the weak will to waver you savor each drop time of the essence, the time that won’t stop ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ some seeds you sow and let go ‘cause some weeds just dare them to grow and some needs are too shy to show but slow in the fertile below taking root breaking the surface to send up a shoot making the psyche bear down and bear fruit ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ages have passed you’re still at the scene and pages at last spill through the screen improbable muse to the diffident voice not what i would choose i’m not making a choice change direction until the connection turns true tune into intuition and watch it burn through just trust, can't demand, the hands know what to do when i let go i get flow hands of time have spun wonderful under my skin urged me forward, one more word, again you win lost the weak will to waver you savor each drop time of the essence, the time that won't stop drop & roll the singed soul seething under my skin let it smoulder, the older the scar the more thin even burned cream churned will rise to the top in time of the essence, the time that won’t stop