Blues And The Muse Poem by Akili Amina

The poets, intellect and heart are exposed
Dissected, spliced and pumping it bleeds thought,
Perception, opinions thumping out, melodic flows
Wordsmith fire blazes high, verses steeled, wrought
The versifier, has a mission of great untold
aid subscriber’s pass through the tunnels of percept
bring mystic’s visions in sight, release guards parole
their power rest in words key, wizards are the adept

The muse, never speak of their silent blues
mute pangs, drown in tasks given, poems overmaster
tireless, efforts to reach masses, universe sends news
with heads down they write, scrutiny of schoolmaster

No blues within the two, engagement infused
Come into the days of old, handed to the muse