Beat Down The Muse #1

I am a word
At worst, a meme
At best a poem
as I sharpen my pen

It always starts out like this,
The restlessness of the body
The wonderment of the mind
The loathing of consciousness

wrestling with my thoughts
poking holes in reality
peeling back perception
waiting for the muse

A secret vision of speechless monologue
and overwhelming guidance,
an invisible mansion of
all moods, musings, and mysteries,
an infinite resort of
misfortune and revelations

Moonlight peeking thru the blinds,
the silent cold of the early morning
Dreams can wait,
it's the NOW that commands

Cut loose the shackles
which bind your eyes
free the mind

Chaos is the Rhyme
I'm piecing together
space and time

Thoughts are thought
What's said is said
I thought that before you said it
I didn't mean to think out loud
My tongue slipped but who let it?

Let it be, let me be,
let me go, nah let IT out

All I am is everything
and nothing at all

Sometimes you just got to
stay up all night
And beat down the muse

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stream through my mind
primetime visions
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stream through my mind
primetime visions
of simple days of love
playful smiles of joy
stoner laughs of infinity