I’ve lost my inspiration to fight

I’ve lost my inspiration to write
Nameless I pen flameless no more colors in sight
Flows were once endless now I’m blinded by my own light’s shadow
My soul and ego constantly on a battle fighting flesh and sanity but always going with
Vanity

I’ve lost my inspiration

To write

Verses are curses unrevealing self concealing cuz I keep feeling insecure
I want to express myself but stop cuz I feel so impure your
Right
Yr
Wrong
I cry n fight inside all fkn day long and I can’t stand my weaknesses
But I need them to be strong
So
I
Write
Nothing

Nothing but fairytales and allegories that have no hidden meaning or truth
I’m just tired of writing bullshit just to find acknowledgement from you
And five years of nothing but compliments tells me
Nothing
Accept that you fear telling me the truth
And now I dn’t give a fk
If
Not a word of love in response to mine reciprocates from you

No

Now I don’t give a fk if I explode in laughter and reject the fact tht
I love u too
Still
Misty blue
With silver lining dividing my rainbow in the sky
Too much of a good thing is bad
Because there no such thing as too much good
This fact is overstood
So

I breathe inhale and exhale then realize
I’ve died.

No more blood running through my veins
No more soul coursing through my hands
No more passion burning free to be unleashed
In fact
The passion is now ashes awaiting a fire
This soul has deceased.


I’ve lost my inspiration

To


Write.

And light is now my enemy bringing back blank sheets for my eyes to see
And a mirror reflection in empty pages of a poem that looks just like me

“ _____”

empty

not even an underscore
simply

un scored

I’ve lost my inspiration to rage vengeance on history when her story makes no difference
In both cases, someone loses their independence
Time for repentance
So I
Pay penitence in algorithms – chant “halleluyahs” in heartfelt prisons
Spit
Shout
Rise
Grasp reality and cry out (for no fkn reason – other than, it’s just …my season) but see
I can’t stand to not be in rhythm
Can’t rest in face of death cuz I got ta beat’em
No
I can’t stop to be still in my circle
Gotta keep motion even if it means ir reversal
I cannot bare to be in boredom “bounce” no.
I gots to keep my power practiced pushin the flow.

There’s no more losin inspiration to fight
Im speakin livin dyin to inner night
For fear my flow is freedom righteous rise in yr heart
Im never die but live im breathin happiness, light
The healing pure the energy flow my spirit’s alive!

I write to fight yr spirits keeping u outta peace
When I write u read love it into your heart and it speaks
Says listen now recite this verse free u u free me

I free I say I free I fight I win yes I free
I cry I rise I sweetly happiness is in me
I free I yes I free I cannot kill inner me o no
I free yes I free u I free u u free me
A yes I say I free I u free u I free we
O yes free u free

No more inspiration lost on account of our woes
Its time to pick the pen up new life old chapter’s must close
Complete and free your heart your mind you spirit your soul
It’s time I free u u free me its time we free and we whole

O
See
It’s time he free
Oh yes I free write now oh!

Cuz inspiration’s back and im not losin no mo
Yes
Inspiration’s back
And
I’m
Not
Losing
No
More.

~MUSE

© Copyright March 18, 2003 by Artist Known As MUSE – MarcArthur St. Juste

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Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

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