fortress

[caelycate]

i was once your muse
your fingers played the rhythm
of my soul
your words tried, in vain
to capture the fleeting essence
of that girl

you built up a fortress
stong, clean, infallible
made from the earthen, sturdy stuff of
your hope
your longing
your pious worship

and i wonder
what has happened to the remains
of that fortress
once strong, clean, infallible

do they sit crumbling
in the dark and distant corners
of your mind?
or have you maintained them?
kept them shiny and clean?
ready to commence the pious worship
once more

that girl, that ancient muse
hopes that you have
because she sits here now
i sit here now
dwelling in the dark and distant corners
of my mind
writing words that try, in vain
to capture the fleeting essence
of that boy
of you

[caelycate]

every tuesday at twelve
the whole city screams
unanimously

so that one day
when we are smoldering
beneath the weight
of our own destruction
our haphazard construction
mother nature's frustration
we will know that we are in
a state of emergency

[blazeofglory]

i was once your muse


that girl, that ancient muse
hopes that you have
because she sits here now
i sit here now
dwelling in the dark and distant corners
of my mind
writing words that try, in vain
to capture the fleeting essence
of that boy
of you

This is really mindbogglingly penetrating.