The writings of Oddpoet

The Muse is inside me
Claw­ing
Insis­tent
Immediate

Words per­co­lat­ing
Reach­ing crescendo

Puffs of vapor­ized metaphor
Form­ing rela­tion­ships
Only
I can see

Swirling
Con­dens­ing
Into
The veil of mystery

Frag­ile
A gen­tle breeze
would con­sign it
To obliv­ion
Still birthed
Lost
forever

Becom­ing
A part of the dreary
Mun­dane
A denizen inhab­it­ing
Mech­a­nized whore houses
It’s secrets
Climb­ing Into
The Cosmos

Urgent
My Muse induced
Need
Undeniable

Vapors of mys­tery and truth
Dissipating

Fever­ishly
I grasp for my pen
“NO!!!”
My Muse cried

“POET! THIS IS A BLOOD POEM!”
“ITS TRUTH AND MYSTERY”
“REVEALED AT PRICE”

Instinc­tively
I sliced my arm
Blood welled
I grabbed my cer­e­mo­nial quill

The reveal­ing mist began to dissipate

“Hurry Poet”
“Dis­cern what you can”

No paper

I dipped my quill
Into my blood red essence

And
Began to write
On my thigh
Then my calf
Switch­ing
To my other thigh

The mist was hard to read
It was
Blend­ing
into nothingness

Then
Gone

Ragged breaths
Tore at my chest

“I missed so much”

Silence

My Muse was gone

Care­ful not to smear the words
I moved to my desk
And began to transcribe

The Mys­tery

This entry was posted on Friday, January 21st, 2011 at 4:16 pm and is filed under Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.