The Muse

Recent conversation has brought me to a place where I ACTUALLY have to blog about it to keep certain eyes away from my thoughts. Lol. I just don't get some of your guys out here. Especially "church guys". How are you following in the footsteps of the ultimate conversationalist, not just the master of words, but the originator and quintessential essence of words, and not know how to approach, and initiate courtship on an individualized basis? It seems as though the act of chivalry is not only dead, but is now being beaten to assurance. I pray that when my "ay bay bay" comes along, he'll know how to properly pursue me. Oh my God, I cringe at the thought of re-using terms of affection and endearment per the enjoyment of peers. Shut the book. For example, I have a muse. I've had this one in particular for quite some time now. I've never used the same words to illustrate this emotional whatever that I have for it, not just because i didn't want to, but because when something is of value to you, you don't stop finding new reasons why you love it, and you can't really run out of words, even though none of them are good enough to describe it. I'm probably not making any sense right now, and that's fine. I just feel like you should always be able to bring something new to the table when it comes to things like this. Here, just tonight, I wrote this.


"Who YOU are, could never be wrapped up in a second hand cliché, trite verse, or speech of trend. While mortals fall short of words to mark you, and intellects search their tablets for new just cause, you stand alone, giving pause, not defined, but refined. What fools they make to hold you to the letter. Let grace be written upon you, meekness and strength intertwined in the ink. You are the dawn of endless days, behold all things are made new, and the muse lives forever on."


That took me about 20 minutes. Man, I dunno. I'm sure that before, maybe at a different point in my life, there would have been other things in there, or different ... i can't really get too much into detail, but what I'm saying is that it's an individualized experience. Amongst friends, brothers, lovers, strangers. You can keep it fresh. God, don't let my booski bring me stale offerings. No bueno.

Goodnight,

B.A.