I like your mind, and you have a beautiful heart.

It excites my soul that your life, is art.

What is the purpose of a muse?

To inspire?

To challenge?

To confuse.

What enlightens you?

What you're fed on the news?

What you learn from your crew?

Or the things that you do?

These experiences, anew.

Love is not mutually exclusive.

To let go of ego, to trust, is elusive.

I love you enough to set you free.

Because you are you,

And I am me,

If time and fate allow,

Maybe, one day...

There could be a we. 

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She is Beauty.

She is Grace.

She must stand up and take her rightful place.

She is strong.

She is divine.

There is a power within her that no one can quite define.

She is fearless.

She is curious.

She may be a humble saint, or a queen of the luxurious.

She is guided by the moon.

The sacred power within her womb.

Let her be unapologetically free and you will witness magic from her cradle to her tomb.

She is a goddess, who wants to teach love, peace, respect.

She has been deemed unworthy, many times throughout history.

Now the time has come to listen patiently,

to HER side of the story.

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If you are the brightest light, you may be

in the darkest room.

If you are the softest voice, you may be in

the loudest storm.

If you are the most afraid, you may

be in the bravest of company.

If you are the strangest, you may also be the most

unique.

Stop comparing.

Never question your worth.

Never let anyone define you, other than yourself.

Love yourself so deeply that it overflows

to those

around you.

The more you help others, the more you help the world.

Faith

and Gratitude

Create

Happiness. 

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I like you more than I'd like to.

I'll take deep breaths and small steps to see this night through.

My thoughts are clouded by what I would do to you.

Sentences meant to get me to repent just push me closer to an affair with the moon.

Every smirk and saunter, an attempt to make you swoon.

Every compliment, your experiment to see if you can free these wings from my cocoon.

Love is not possession.

It is an open expression.

Each confession just a lesson on how to make the most of this blessing.

If I seem shy, it is due to an overwhelming observational eye.

Absorbing and recording the patterns in which these birds fly

through a

cotton

candy

sky. 

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I've been studying, 

Listening...

For a lover,

A king.

I'll refuse the first offer. 

I require patience, a courtship proper. 

If he hears this,

I need him honest.

I want him fearless.

This is a confession,

I have an urge

for lust, love, obsession.

I do not crush, like, waiver or play.

I hesitate, because it just hits one day.

I fall, dive, drown.

I crave the passion.

The lifts of joy!

The addiction of...

An illuminated crown. 

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Land of the sick.

Home of the crave.

From Beauty and Beast to the Mermaid's Cave.

I'll guide you, stand beside you, and forever hope to see you be brave.

Will you do what you're told?

While this mess unfolds?

Or keep calm and cold, with your dreams on hold?

While the devil digs deep,

through the earth, his poison will seep.

But don't be losing sleep...

over the masses

of dying lower classes

being sent into the fire

by the ruling sheep.

Just keep your peace.

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I notice everything.

From her coy smirk to your shiny things.

The pace of the twitches on his face to the way that my hemline clings.

It's a gift and a curse.

The visions I see can never be real for anyone but me.

My imagination is so consumed by creation that I am consistently disappointed by reality. 

That's the truth of what it's like to see what I see. 

A series of theories which in my mind resonate clearly but can't be described properly.

Dreams, themes and old tattered things.

Waiting to become a song

for my soul to sing. 

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Beats based on desert crickets.

Breath timed with my heart's quickest rhyme.

One and two and three and four.

Hold my hand before I walk out the door.

Count my six in the darkest and thickest.

I wouldn't respond with a feeling so strong, if there weren’t a passion that has held this long.

The time that I take to make sure that your earth doesn't quake should magnify the importance that I place on our fate.

Every expression is simply a lesson.

Every reaction an opportunity for clear, concise, calculated action.

Every new quirk, another reason to make this work.

I am helpless, to trying not to be selfless. 

I am a slave to the energy I crave.

You are attempting to be my master, not my disaster.

You are my savior, yet also a witness, of my irreparable behavior.

Each poorly placed word becomes a sorely placed wound.

Which is only a result of too much, too soon.

It may not matter the tune.

The message is simple...

I am the wrinkle between

what is overdue and what has come too soon. 

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Go ahead, laugh at my pain.

Yank at my chain, but please don't refrain from trying to understand what it is that confuses you about my brain.

This is what I do.

Try to challenge the idea of what YOU think could be of us.

I'll take the time to make you mine and walk this line between what you'd believe I am and what you're willing to discuss.

Don't be afraid, It's not about getting laid I just want a real conversation and to not be treated like your maid.

I am an Alpha, I plant my seed and walk away to make you so insane you want to rain your love down and obtain a dancing Dahlia.

What did you think that wink would make of us?

A forever love letter or just another face on the bus?

A deep dive down to desperation or a daring dream defined by inspiration?

I am an artist.

I will find the beauty in the situation regardless.

I will make you wish you could use a collar and harness.

But baby you can't.

I want romance.

I want the devil's last dance.

So that I can teach him and reach his deep cold darkness. 

So that I can weaken him and bleaken his part of what started this.

What you think is a chance to get in my pants is really an opportunity

for you to see what the goddess can be.

And what you don't realize is that behind these entrancing eyes

is a deeper disguise

where true love lies.

It is not wasted on shallow, single minded guys.

It is saved only for the brave and the mesmerized. 

The warriors of the sun and the skies. 

Copyright, Kaycee Phillips 2017