Mother

She kept her words to herself
Because she could picture
No one better to keep them
Words grow stronger and bolder
Within her and soon
They begin to gather on her
Fingers and tongue
Grew impatient
                          and knew that soon enough
They would escape
                          and see the world
                          and meet other words
                          and ultimately
They would leave their Mother behind
So it was

Waste Your Life

Waste the hours of daylight
and moonlight
whenever possible

Lounge about as though
you are bored royalty

Wake up and stay in bed
Daydream as soon as possible

Rise only when necessary
Travel to a secluded beach
and empty conscious thought

Fall in and out of love everyday
Let your heart be broken wisely

Listen more intently than necessary
Speak only as a last resort

Embrace the creative act
Participate as often as possible

If a muse should appear
Be grateful and follow

Until the world has exhausted itself
And new life springs from ash

On Creating

Feel free to stare at the emptiness as long as you need to.

You will turn away in frustration or gaze upon it in wonder

if there is something that needs to be said.

RE: The Muse

When the Muse finds you 
you better be ready 
to take her out on a date.