A New Kinda Muse
There is a new kinda muse
Brewing passion and stepped with
The flavor of what can be,
A new kinda ruse
Boiling over and ready for us to see
Is it the bowl we eat from
The glass that provides us drink
No not really …
Did it make you think …?
Maybe it is the person
Who makes these things we need
Or maybe it’s the passion brewed
Boiling over for what is greed
Or perhaps it is none of the above
Wait, this new muse is not
A multiple choice question answered one, two three
It is what’s in the heart, the place we no longer see
I tell you my friends
It is not in the I’s
But simply in the we
The relationship with others
The promise to our brothers
The lavish fever of union
And the sound, fury and passion
Of the New Kinda Muse, within thee
If we listen more, talk less
Be less self imposing
Prideful and all knowing
We just might hear her and him
That new kinda muse … deep within.
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