Muse
>> Wednesday, July 11, 2007
All is well.
Life is not found in compensation's kiss.
Your breath does not, in me, implant oxygen
However sweet.
It does not serve a fountain of plenty
I can nowhere else find.
A muse you are, you've come to be
To join the many before you.
But muses die and whither with boredom
Where no uniqueness lie.
A fond heart will oft turn to shame
For love is selfish gain.
We pick players who complement our colors best.
And when their willingness does not bend
Your fondness you begin to rue.
For a shameful heart oft turns to hate
With the love of selfish gain.
The heat withholds the power to murder or create
The tyranny of coexistence.
Copyright © 2002 by Melanie Faith
6 reflections:
I didn't realize you had 2 blogs... have you had this for awhile?
Uh, a little bit. Not advertised so much though. ^_^
Great blog, nice music, very nice poetry. I write poems too(or atleast I try!).
Here is one of my recent poems.
The Journey
PS: Music at my blog is on autoplay.
blackindianhawk@mybloglog
VikramMadan@blogcatalog
Lovely poetry, Melanie.
Hello again Melanie!
I see we have written poetry in common. ;)
I had never thought about creating a poetry blog for mine - but I'm going to keep it in mind, when I have everything under control with my current blog.
As far as your life is concerned - don't 'hate it' honey, you're the kind of person that can create her own karma - and to do that, you have to keep positive.
If there's anything I can do to help you accomplish that - please stop by ;)
what a beautiful poem with so much passion and meaning! this one is trully well written!
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