The Muse Box

by The Midnight Lover aka Mr. T

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Doesn't anyone in this world
Write love letters anymore?
Doesn't anyone know the spirit of amour?
Or is the song of love a lost art?
I would have thought there would be
More interest in this topic.
I guess we live in a TV static world
Which has turned much of this stuff
Called grey matter into mush.
Or maybe I'm just impatient.
Wanting all of amour NOW, this moment!
Afraid that if I wait too long
All the flowers will have gone,
"To young men everyone." But in
The event there are a few blossoms left,
I'm here waiting for your sweet nothings
Waiting for your voice out of the dark
Waiting for your kisses and hugs...
Waiting for what warmth might be
Left in your heart...
If you have none to give
Maybe another woman will...
I can wait forever and a day...
No, that is not true...
Least by some magic you are my soulmate
I'm not a fool...
Tomorrow will be too late...
The sun will be gone...and I've no
Desire to wait an eternity not having
Known the depth of your embrace.
No, I'm not talking to everyone.
I utter this cry in the dark
Unto one special soul...
One brightest light in all the world.
Oh, I know she will know
And see the sun shining warm inside
This that is my heart, mind, soul.
She will know and know not to wait
For another eternity to pass
Before we embrace...and in knowing
Come knocking at my door
With a gift most special
That only she in her bosom may bring
Unselfishly into this world
That from our union might come
One day an even brighter world.
Or maybe I'm just dreaming...
But what worth is life
Least we have our dreams,
Our dreams and the spirit of amour?


LOVE ON A MOONLESS NIGHT

On a moonless night with stars above
Twinkling oh so glorious and bright
Is it possible to fall in love...?
Or must the moon be smiling bright
For love to happen in the night?

This is what the dreamer wondered
Watching in his mind the couple walk
Arm in arm through the park
Along the snowy, glowing streets
In a vision of what may be
Or for another was somewhere
In time and space.

Is it possible for love to be
On a moonless night...?
Or must everything be just right
Including the moon so full above
Bathing Earth and all its children
Bathing sea and land and lover
With its soft, gentle light?

Yet there was no moon this night
As lovers walked through the fluttering snow
Still they seemed happy and glad
Oblivious unto all the world
Aware only of their hearts aglow
A fire inside that brightened all
Even the moonless night

Then the dreamer wondered,
Was that he...?
Then where was she...?
With whom he walked so happy in his dreams?
Where was she...?
Whom he paused to kiss
As snowflakes fluttered from the sky
And melted upon her cheeks?

Where was she, the girl who melted
In his arms...?
Where was she...?
Or was she just a dream never to be...?
For love can't be on a moonless night.

Yet what is this peeking from behind the clouds?
The moon shining after all!
Or just street lights reflecting inside her eyes?
Does imagining what might be make it be?
Then where oh where God is she?


LOVING LIGHT

Where have you been all my life?
How is it now that we should meet so?
I don't know...I'm at loss without you,
Yet all my life now seems but a dream
Darkness unknowing of your deepest touch
Your very eyes a light unto my soul
Shining as stars, a beacon from afar
Dearest, never, never go now that we know
This that is our loving light.

Where have you been all my life?
Lost in another universe
Wondering day and night in search
Of a mate for your soul.
Don't you see, feel, sense that
We are one, torn as it is apart
By time and space, fragmented
Like a broken mirror shattered
Our souls upon the world stage.

Where have you been all my life?
Will you come to me now
With open arms and open heart
Baring warmth, bringing cheer to my life
Opening the door to all of dreams
Kissing this that is my soul
With your passion for the light
That is this fire between our hearts
Erupting into ecstasy the night long.

Where have you been all my life?
Lost in a lost world
Wondering if this that is, is all of life.
Afraid to reach to touch the stars.
Come my dearest into my arms
Hold me close with your body warm
That through this cold and lonely night
Our love might burn bright
Inflaming all of humanity with delight.

Where have you been all my life?
Hold out your hand, take mine
Come, walk this way along with me
Never lonely nor lost from the light
Which for eternity burns between our souls
Lovers deepest through all the night
Blessed with that most precious gift
That is His light, that is His love
A child born of love to inflame the world.


ENGINES WITHOUT WHEELS

We sail far and away from the world
Into our dreams of distant seas
Lands few have dared venture to
Yet we travel hand in hand
So the journey is never a lonely one.
Night comes and we watch the stars,
Watch the stares for our special stars
"There, see, there they are!"
You point to Orion and the glittery
Great Nebular cluster which sparkles like diamonds
And we kiss gliding over the deep.
We travel sometimes by camel
Over desert and baking sand
We travel sometimes by bike 'n hike
We try parasail and hang glide
Just to see what they are like
But the most fun of all
Is when we just close our eyes
Hug tight, tighter, tightest
Filling our hearts with tender warmth
Soaring high in a hot air balloon
Of each other's deep embrace
Hoping what ever margin keeps us aloft
Doesn't suddenly break as
We lose ourselves in the dream
Of love flying as with feathered wings
We lose ourselves in the dream
Of love, driving an engine without wheels
We lose ourselves in the dream
Of love soaring to the vary stars,
"See them! Look there, three in a row!"
I gesture in reply,
"Yes, and the Seven Sisters of
Pleiades twinkling bright to stern."
Then we kiss as our sailboat drifts
To the next horizon and beyond.


HOT POTTING

Steaming, the landscape kissed
By a dragon's breath ever
Boiling, bubbling, spuming, spouting
Roaring as we walk through
The geyser basin by the river
To a place ranger Joe never goes
Nestled in woods far from the
Main trail, disrobing, tip toeing
Into the warm springs naked
Swimming arm in arm,
Kissing hot wet lips
Passion boiling up inside
Shooting off, exploding with a
Rush of blissful ecstasy
Exceeded in excitement only
By Old Faithful herself.
...why surely geysers have gender too
...and bring tourist orgies to orgasm
...why else would thousands gather
...to watch the ground spit and spat
...then suddenly ejaculate and walk
...away wet with wonder, bedazzled
...by the sheer thrill of climaxing
...and have to wait ninety odd minutes
...or so to get it up and geyser again?


SPECTACLES

I take my own impairment for granite
Yet it was not so as a child
Have forgotten the reason
I'm who I am...a wonderer...a rebel
...an outcast...a visionary...
Astigmatism, myopia, strabismus, squint
Without my spectacles I'm blind
The world a blur, signs, letters
An illegible splattering of light.
Yet I can correct my impairment
With these simple spectacles
"Four eyes" kids use to cry
"Cross-eyes" they mocked
But then, seeing clear, I learned to read
--beyond the lines
And go towering.
Yet others cannot escape their
Impairment, locked inside bodies and minds
Able but labeled disabled
Blinded by those without ability
To see the solution lies...
Not in closing doors and crying, "Monster!
Retard! Spastic! Gimp!
Go back where you came from,
Nigger lover!"
Stut-stut-stut-terer,"
Hee, hee, hee...
Children giggling, pointing,
...The solution lies
In a modern day Airy, Jerome, Franklin
Inventing a new type of spectacles
To enable clear sight of mind
Heart, soul...
And vanish this prejudice
That puts us "monsters"
In boxes.


DEATH WISH

Humanity has a death wish
Which one is yours
Call it freedom of religion if you like
Call it freedom of speech
I call it the right to die
Kill your unborn child
Blow away your mind
Worship any god you like
Acid head you're already dead!
What good is your box full of freedoms
When the coffin rolls into the oven
And all your dreams go PUFF up in smoke?
What good is this god or that GOD
When you're nailed to a cross
Step out of line they cut off your
Hand, foot, eyes, balls
Open your mind Dead Heads!
One form of imprisonment, enslavement,
Psychic embalmment
Equals another when it comes to
Reaching jell-O brain enlightenment.


WISDOM WEED

I took a toke of wisdom weed
Got it from a Vulcan
While visiting friends on Exicon...
Why is that so strange?
Guess you haven't heard of Exicon
There are no mortals on Exicon
Only thorn bush trees
And a high mountain lake.
The Drubitors once stopped over for a dip
Before going through the worm hole
Leaving behind the golden orb
Undulations from which Charles
Waltworth picked up
Signals misinterpreted as the very
Voice of God!
Since you've never toked wisdom weed
Or hitch hiked through the galaxy
On wings of dreams
None of this will make any sense
But it's all in the Byteland Chronicles.
Next page...down and over for more...


DUTCHLAND TASTE

I'd rather pay ten bucks for a Beck
Than two bits for a Bud
And when it comes to Mich
Whip out Mr. Dangling Prick and fill
My mug to the brim with golden warm brew.
I'm not a drinking man, mind you
But neither is any Tom, Dick or Harry who's
Hooked on tap made in
The great U. P. Freely U.S.A.


L.A. WAR ZONE

As told by Michael Jack Spade

Stay off my turf
You know what I say
You don't wan'ta fuck with me, man
I'll put you away, just like that
You know what I say
Ain't no way I'm gon'na let the man
Take me in...not alive, no way
You know what I say
Burn city burn! It had to be done!
You put us brothers down
Just for being black, Crips, Bloods, Stones
We ain't no different
You know what I say
We just the same, we have feelings
Too, you know, ain't gon'na take it no more.
It's like I say
A pipe with too much pressure;
Well, it's gon'na break someday,
Sooner or later, just explode!
Gang bangers have rights too!
You know what I say.

"Go ahead, make my day,
Black ass mother fucker!
Get against the wall!
Move it nigger! Spread eagle!
Keep those hands up!
One false move and
I'll blow you away!
Don't fuck with me!
You're dead right!
Not one word, nigger!
No one wants to listen
To what you have to say."

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