Biography of Atsar MusePen
Nothing more than one take ramblings and raw thoughts.
I rarely will rewrite anything, just let it fall out and maybe something in there will stick. Maybe some combination of words will generate an idea or lead me somewhere else.
Enjoy writting songs..just for fun. Let the muse come out and play. I don't take myself too seriously...but was told I should honor my songs and prose, poems, what ever they may be...or not.
Anchored at 1500 feet on the Big Island of Hawaii.
Atsar MusePen Poems
The Sounds That Don'T Belong Here
The Sounds that don't belong here Warning signs of running over and backing up Doing it all over....again
Next to me...next to you The two intertwined into one ball of loneliness Rolling down the unforseen path that beckons so many Searching for the edge...or at least a hopefull
Sally Dupre' deserved an apology For I never learned how to spell Gunshots still ring in my ears...the smell...oh the smell
Venturing forth wildly exploring wanderlust Unfiltered moving vibrations Aiming for flesh antennas
Please Wait…your Life Is Loading
By now you are disconnected as expected Long waiting lines unprotected A finger taps Codes or calls High wire wraps and erodes us all
Temporary stalling just long enough to land Captured in it’s wildest form Birth of something hidden or combined Like Frankenstein’s wandering ugly looks
Seven Steps wandering Pushing loneliness into the other direction She stands…feather in hand “Where are you from? ..you don’t look like you are from there
I blew her a kiss from a third story stair case Turned my head and continued to climb She reached for the love as it blew right past her Missing her youth…still circling mine
The Big Rock
The Big Rock shines Hanging from the sky Pulling at my thoughts Opening my eyes
Stop Tryin' To Save Me!
Patterened after an ailing..sinking ole' man Borrowed upon the stored thoughts Linking the years soldered together
She deserves a page of her own For she belongs only with the moment As not to forget...our pet
Next to me...next to you
The two intertwined into one ball of loneliness
Rolling down the unforseen path that beckons so many
Searching for the edge...or at least a hopefull
To See that it really does exist
On and On it goes
Feeble attempts at finding it