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Monday, April 9, 2012

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Panic Room (NaPoWriMo #3)

Safe Space
Such a small space
For such a precious thing
My innermost thoughts, dreams, feelings
Confined to a blank page
True meaning expressed in
Metaphor and
Analogous to life
My own thoughts hidden
In plain sight
On the page for all to see
In this my safe space
With meaning known only to me

Morning Workout (NaPoWriMo #2)

Wake up and stretch
Good to work the musle
Let thought flow through to
Verse that flows free
Verse to spark imagination and
Excite the mind
Revel in the joy as you
Realize there are no limits here
Except those imposed on one's self
Wake up and Stretch
It is time to create
To be free

For Me (NaPoWriMo #1)

Today I write for me
Therapy though ineffective it may be
I spill forth all my anguish, misery and woe
As gouts of blue/black blood
Spilled forth as the result of so much battle
Fighting to be stronger
Fighting to be a man
Do I want you or
Should I want myself
With only a sword as my weapon
I hear you cry at night
A prisoner
The scream is torn from me
I fought for blood
Don't leave me alone in the dark!

Larger than life
A warrior of the ages
A poet wielding a pen as others weild a sword
Trading art for war, and pen for sword
Tragic mistake
Stand thee now alone
Amidst smoke, fire, blood and bane
From the corner of thine eye
Now will you see
The boy abandoned
Who grew to manhood in the flickering light of fictitious heroes
Poet, warrior . . . boy
Save him
Save yourself
And reclaim the love of


Musings of the Mad

Welcome to Musings of the Mad.

An ill maintained, rarely updated and deceptively literary stop in the world of wide webs. This project is the direct result of my best friend, partner, and lover asking me to write more poetry, coupled with the fact that it is National Poetry Writing Month (April 2012). The crux of the dilemma is that I am not a poet. Poetry is merely one of the forms that my art takes. I am a writer of all things. This corner of the world of wide webs is my home. It is where you, gentle reader, will see my soul. Light and dark, good and evil, love and hate . . . and every extreme in between are the fodder for my words.

I hope you enjoy it as much as it makes you uncomfortable. I hope you'll forgive false starts and incomplete stories and thoughts. After all . . . this isnt' supposed to be polished work. Remember these are the Musings of the Mad.