A Muse

a muse to come home to
one that’s always there
one to write with
one that always cares

a muse to come home to
a muse that once was there
singing in the parlors of life
with just the hint of care

a muse to come home to
shes went and gone away
won’t come back at anytime
shes gone but yet to stay

a muse to come home to
one that pains and frowns
she’s there readies her ammo
for another word that melts down

a muse to come home to
to tear your soul to shreds
they hear and see nothing but
must they go and wed?

Old Whores

I’ll take the pain and suffering
along with the loneliness and tears
I got hit today across the face
by someone not even there
forget the loves, and the writers
forget the old ones that haunt the night
forget the whores under the street lamps
getting beat up every fuckin night

The hurt was bad, a stabbing, a thud
I hit the ground and just looked up
wtf, no it can not be
all of a sudden, it has happened to me
forget the loves, and the writers
forget the old ones that haunt the night
forget the whores under the street lamps
getting beat up every fuckin night

Why were you there, wrong place, wrong time
I roll over onto my knees just in time to feel
The kick that struck hard under my ribs
I look up to see that it is me and, you are not even there
forget the loves, and the writers
forget the old ones that haunt the night
forget the whores under the street lamps
getting beat up every fuckin night

I must go on

it has been a year, well not quite
but yet I still go on
wanting the `D’ not in spite
just for peace of mind

I need to break free from here
to have and hold some more
the knowledge of a free breath
is so much more than blind

so how can I be so kind
when what I need is free
to feel myself alone at last
from all those ties that bind