Animal's House of Muse

Vibes to Feed the Hasty Soul with the States of All that Matters

Month: September, 2016

Oh, but to Love Sophia if I may only Find Her Grace!

If a tree were to grow in the library, could it do so without the squirrels? The ants? The ground? The birds? The sky? The sun? These fluorescent lights seem to think of themselves more than they actually are; for they sanction no forbidden eden. They but blind my senses so that all I may reference are immaterial thoughts; and from those, surely I have not been barred. I presumably know nothing upon crossing the threshold of the grand gates of theft-detectors, and I leave with more doubt than when I first arrived. Am I to understand that my aims here are fruitless? Or am I fulfilled as a sneaky snake sent to occasion questions, unqualified?

 

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Abstract Expressionism

I’ve been had by the world
It was so beautiful
My home within it
Perfectly arranged
And ordained by the stars
As its best representation
What happened?
Deceitful entrapments
Its conniving gaze through
The purdy flowers did
Pierce my gut
And spill my bile
All over
A sublime truth
I knew what it meant
An unjust end to my ends
Yet I questioned
My visceral judgment
And reasoned
With my pain
As if I misunderstood
On account of my
Sensibility and prejudice
Towards personhood
As if I had earned
My dissonant position
In disrupting
Nature’s innocent harmony
With the blasphemous image
Symbolizing pure relations
And endearing realisms
Transcendental in essence
I offered it as homage …
World, you have a purpose
You know what
It is that you’re doing
You wish for a rise
To grow out of me
And create as you
So graciously
Provided my temperament
The birth of new origins
So as to map your planes a’plenty
Clearly and distinctly
With intuitive articles
For lost and hapless souls
Stumbling along
With neither vector
Nor course of action,
To toil with the land
You claim as blighted
As means of atonement
For my perceptual transgressions
Well I won’t scatter your plots
With malicious seeds
Of calculated operation
Nurtured out of the
Spite which spewed
Forth as fertilizer
From my depths
On the grounds
Out of which further
Stupefaction may bloom
For I no longer find the need
To seek your impression
I’ll call your bluff
And raise your rise
With a sink
Trenches whose bottoms
Have yet to find rock
Will counter your light
All day long
A balance won
My ends achieved
Your eye I’ll finally see
We’re both just
One of many
Yet our difference remains
The same
World, I am hurt
By your maltreatment
But I will react as I so choose
So help me God
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Reserved Seating

To study underneath
The talents of another
Not quite as talented as yourself
Or so it seems to your ego
And your best friends
Provides a fascinating view
Of your own passions
As bad as it hurts
To stand by and wait
Is as bad as you want
The stage for yourself
You practice and toil
For the chance to
Show your stuff
To prove yourself
More than worthy
Than whatever nonsense
Parading itself
Before your sore
And wanton eyes
Than whatever sound
Polluting the air
Causing an excess
Of wax in your ears
Surely there are
Other stages
Prepared to carry
Your weight
Other golden opportunities
To be seized
To be as a catalyst
For the transmutation
Of all your frustrations
Building as you stew
In shallow patience
Yet you stand idly by
Following inclinations
Whose source remains
Hidden in the shadows
Of an overgrowth of hubris
A pain running so deep
In the grounds of your person
That you no longer
Have access to its spring
At least as long as
You’re never playing
Always working towards
Ends which will
Never come into fruition
For you’ll become so dull
As to never breach
The hard clay
Under which your
Inspiration dissipates
And is nihilistically absorbed
Alongside your spirit
Unconditioned to take
The abuse of the
Passion it originally
Set into motion…
If you’re of sound merit
Never settle for
Second chair
For you deserve to be
Among the greats
Sharing with an audience
Who may gain from
What you’ve been given
It’s never worth it
To suffer in silence
When you could suffer
With grace and grandeur for
All the world to see

 

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