Muse #12
The greatest art never sees the light of day
Can't be ignored
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Ignore me
Is that a request? Or is it a dare? It’s impossible to ignore you, I haven’t a prayer. Where do I stare? My urges flare, if this is a dare, there’s no strength to spare. Is this a request? You can’t be ignored, you have no choice, attention is a cruel reward. Is this a plea? Your tears could fill the Yangtze. Magnetism stews an erotic fee. Objectivity is the key. You are not a hypocrite, what do you expect, looking the way you do, your gifts love to infect. This is a test, to weed out the rest, I’ll oblige you my dear, has my poem left you impressed? |
Not a hypocrite |
The End
What makes you a muse?
Let's talk. I want to document your life through the anonymity of my poetry. People who read your poetry will realize how beautiful you are without knowing what you look like. The body is a consequence of the mind; the mind is a monster. Why? Hell is in the head (biblically). If you remove the body from the equation, the mind is forced to focus on empathy. Why? It feels isolated. Within that is solitude...where there is no prospect of sexuality interfering with your value.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.
Through your online activity I develop an understanding of your essence. Those who step forward will be assigned a number. That number is the only link from my poetry to your essence.
You are free to use my poetry to share yourself in ways sexuality cannot.