Muscle Poems

 

I want the worst fear in each woman.

I beg to bring her down to her knees.

The only thing that will ever work out

Is kindness, for her, not for me.

Because she is forgetting me unwittingly

I am shy to the beauty of that.

A woman is made for Love,

But she forgets so easily.

She becomes so easily lost.

 

Was there a better woman to steal her lover?

And worse, she did nothing to do it.

I held her worst fear in my hand,

And I only consumed more the Divine Plan.

I did everything I could to conceal it.

I’m singing Mystics, saints, and Rumi

But I will not leave her for some reason.

The lesson is fair, I sit over there

And my worst fear is in what I do not believe in.

 

I begged for the worst fear in each woman.

There is a place on the ground for my knees

I needed a way to gain love and regale

Both of us fear what we’re doing.

The Grand Façade, the frontage heel to my God,

Cursing Job from the ceiling.

 

If you don’t see your own beauty

The self, the whole of it grow

When I walk in again,

You don’t have to pretend,

You have to tell me No.

 

The best of her I captured

Her worst fear where I could have here theRapture.

The fairy tale lesson,

From rejecting my blessings

What is real?

Something is in the Way

Of these extraordinary times, I believe

We really may not be living.

 

What is as real

As the sacrifices those few who make

Handing up eternal happiness

As suffering leans in its wake.

Arched with the wisest insecurity

Bringing us to the deep state.

Where our fate is only fattened

By the actions we are taking

Risking loss and pain by forsaking

Through our faults and our being mistaken.

There in the smoky Realization,

My worst fear has grounded me now

As though it was known

That she may become the already taken.