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Question: I'm just venting, a verbal assault on my muse!.!.!. or something else entirely!?
If you have to grip your guts
by the edge of the blazing Hill,
for God's sake do it and do it
again and get it out there
or you will pay with your
choking stammering fluttering
life when you can't afford
to have reason
abandon you!.
Speak, child, write write right
everything they can't control
and stomp the howling winds to death
before they blow
your asss
away!.Www@QuestionHome@Com


Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
I read it as a verbal assault BY your muse (I thought you hated that term) UPON you!.!.!.!.and I fully agree with your muse!.
Stomp the howling winds to death, we know the winds, they are a changing!.!.!.and they COULD blow your asss away!.

Write write rightWww@QuestionHome@Com

My Muse

Shall I worship you every day and night!?
So you shall stay put and never leave me
Clueless, uninspired and mortified
A drowning flea in a poetic sea!.

How shall I keep you my dear beloved!?
So you shall remain captive in my mind
Never feeling bored, pensive and contrived
Know that you are mine, a gift so divine!.

Should I store you in dreams while I’m asleep!?
So you shall reside in me even when
I’m half-awake in a dream oh so deep!
Waking up inspired again and again!.

How shall I write my poems when you’re gone!?
A lost traveler without a compass
A canvas in which nothing can be drawn
A poet who sees a half-empty glass!.

That is what I had become without you
Tickling my senses, arousing my mind
So please my dear Muse return and renew
Promise you’ll always be forever mine!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

It's not very a-muse-ing when you have a fly buzzing in your vent!. A blowtorch may be the answer!.

A semi-processed Life

I stammer, I stutter
I clamor, I clutter
I flounder, I flutter
I still cannot believe!.!.!.!.!.it’s not butter!
(sorry, I just had to vent that before it got out of control)Www@QuestionHome@Com

The Storm : Could i ride a painted pony,on the howling winds of night!. Towards the roar of tunder,into the blinding light!.Could I dismount in the inferno!. And survive in single form!. To kneel in awe and witness her!. The raging of the strom!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

'Focus, focus! You can do this!.'

The Muse is there with you!. You must love her!. Love of the word puts her in your power!. She will come to you when you need her!. Only love the word and she will never abandon you!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

i bet buk would like that one :)

you are driven!.!.!.you know not to where the road forks, but yet driven on nevertheless!. that is all good, as long as you can accept the fact that some roads have no destination!.!.!.just miles!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Yours is like Socrates teaching new deities!.

The Poets rebelled!. Socrates was sentenced to death for "corrupting" youth!.

Ironic, no!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

Look at it from the bright side!.Your muse is honest, educated, and highly experienced !.!. Gongrats!Www@QuestionHome@Com

I see it as a beautiful vent to your seemingly very troubled muse!.!.!.xxxWww@QuestionHome@Com

jut blow until you feel the wind coming back toward you!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

That is good!. It says do something don't just sit there!. Move it or lose it!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

oh my!.

(why am I suddenly examining my own!. I need to go vent on some paper)Www@QuestionHome@Com

Well I am bemused!. Not really!. GoodWww@QuestionHome@Com

And Tavurvur goes silent in your demandsWww@QuestionHome@Com