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O, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of FireO, For a Muse of Fire by Purple-Freak9
O, for a Muse of fire with diamond eyes,
Bring me to the edge of
This staged kingdom;
Throw me over the edge until time
Sees us realign with more beautiful chaos.
I am Mars, I am every Monarch,
I am all the chess-pieces on this broken game board
You long to play.
Do you like the way the water tastes
After your eternal thirst for more?
Shower me into your very same realm
And let this perilous ocean part.
Cherry waves of soldier’s blood
In the wine goblets of rich white men,
Like the Hydra,
Cut off one head and more grown back
To rule the sick hierarchy.
The coffin shakes in a chariot of glass,
Pulled through an endless night by Apollo’s horses.
When the needle breaks
The record will scratch like young skin
That only the Gods may judge.
Cast opinion on this play if you will,
But it is best you keep dreaming;
Lest the Muse awaken.
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In my finite amounts are infinities of possibility.
Men have wept, women swooned,
Children ceased their sweet madness momentarily
At the hands of a few words.
The best stories never made it through whole,
For you see Medusa devoured Perseus for the fool he was,
Helen wasn't all that beautiful, just clever,
And Sparta fell at the hands of women despite its mighty reputation
Of course there are other myths that aren't mythical,
Legends less legendary than most-
It’s all in the interpretation.
The sword is wrongly feared; for all blood eventually soaks into the ground,
It’s the pen that is eternal
Aided by nothing more than a few drops of ink.
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She wore Mercury on her lips;
For when the visions came
the madness left a poisonous taste in the mouth
and rotten teeth
There was once a sweet and youthful
element, as is the case with women,
But she lost her worth in societal eyes
long before twenty two.
Now she is eighty six
with no husband to determine her path;
The stars do it well enough.
Even the sun shines in a way
that allows her to regain stolen beauty,
Without the use of too much rouge.
Astrology became a science when God abandoned her,
Many would argue he was never there.
A distant relative was burned as
a witch of sorts,
But she is not bitter.
The tea she takes helps her to forget;
To drift off to sleep in a manner so sweet
that she cries to dream once more upon waking.
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The subtle knowing that divides
you from "the others"- that one day you'll
Is enough to make you feel both small
and superior at the same time.
It angers you when people use the word
Life is as finite as the number of
Grains of sand in the hourglass,
Yet it's so easy to enjoy daytime television
and takeout food.
There is more to being a biological philistine
than simply existing for days on end,
Because we can't all go to Peru
Or climb mountains.
The biggest feat is simply waking up every day
To the safe sound of a steady heartbeat.