My Muse:Athena

The music emanates from you... i am
Energized ... i am
NOT
What
i
am

The rhapsodic melody radiates form you , Athena
My Muse...
i revel in your scent...
i am enraptured by your gait...

This euphonic
song cannot escape me
i am trapped within
your gaze...

The weight of the world begins to subside as you articulate a line...

i am enraptured by your voice
AND
i
cannot
evade the
the suggestive look
of your
Eyes

18h 32 m~ monday, november 30, 2009~

i am wondering about the expiration of the
Day
into
Night

and if she is fine...
i am wondering about the inner battle
And
Her powerful will to power...
her Will to survive...
And i am cognizant of her long journey...
( But i want my Muse here~ i would like to revel in
her
Beauty~)


It is truth that i solicit from my Muse...
Athena must proffer me a new insight
Of
This
Chaotic
World
A world that i am not able to comprehend...

{My Muse takes my hand... she engages her wheel on a chariot like structure... and the ride commences...
This is her narrative:

The deforestation of the Amazon forests is pervaisve~ Bolivia, Peru, Brazil~
and the extraction of the BLACK gold BY the MNC Oil : Exxon, Shell, Mobil PROFFERS
ONLY black poison for them to ingest...

(There are faint yawps:

"Viva la revolucion".... "Vive la revolution..."

Donde esta Che... Bolivar...?? Ou sont les sans-culottes...??)

The waters are still toxic; the campesinos are barefoot;
The ancient Peruvian tribes linger in despair...
The Peruvian president , Alan Garcia, has yawped his political cry:

They are savages... they are savages... SAVAGES...

with this word Athena releases me from her chariot ride.}

I must NOW live the absurd... i donot understand the ABSURD... i am conscious of the ABSURD...

I am tired of the BRUTALITY...
i need
love

I am tired of the TORTURE...
i
need
her touch...

i am tired of the EXTRAORDINARY RENDITION...
i
am
searching
for her
scent...

i
am
not
whole...
am i...?
will she render me
ONE...

i require her inspiration in order to commence this verse
i need to know her well before i write this poem
i am not able to compose this verse...
i solicit
MY MUSE ATHENA...
she must inspire these lines...

Time jolts me... NIGHT is now DAY...
i am not wholly certain...??
~17h 15m~

i
am tired of EXPLOITATION...
i
need her gaze... i need to feel whole... i need to feel human... i need to feel one...

O
N
E

As i calculate the hours that expire, I am waiting for the Highways 70, 76, 80, 90, 94 to usher her forth... into
Real
TIME
(But
i become conscious of the the indigenous populations that had to be either assimilated... executed...

i become cognizant of the duality~ will and idea; man and nature~ and the absurdity that is the human condition;
my desire for Thanatos supercedes Eros...
i search for death in life, and life in death.

How do i resolve this inherent paradox that
is
NORTH
AMERICA...

i
am tired of EXPLOITATION... of the Genocide...)

i
need her gaze... i need to feel whole... i need to feel human... i need to feel one...

A
T
H
E
N
A

m
y

m
u
s
e

help me compose this verse...
help me...
help me with the high of consciousness...
( i am in the lows of this state)
help me publish this verse...

Athena, help me journey into the realms of your poetic chambers...
Athena, prompt me on the next line of verse...
Athena, i entreat you to jettison us in life's next spheres...
Athena, i request of you the euphonic melodies that will release me from this slumber...

Help me compose the next verse...
my Muse...