i am not your muse

i am not your muse

i am an artist

your equal

do not reduce me

to the stirring of sensation

within

a tool for you to use

to whip up

expression

at your demand

your whim

every careless command

i am not your muse

i am an artist

your equal

i create

I AM creation:

a vessel

of the divine

feel it flow through me

spit forth onto these pages

with fury

and wonder

just as i was designed

i am not your muse

i am an artist

your equal

do not fawn over me

with rose coloured eyes

i am grit

and i am glory

do not paint me

standing at the sidelines

of your hero story

i am not your muse

i am an artist

your equal

your eyes may worship me

but you will not

harness me

twist me

into lyrics

of you the saviour 

and i the damsel

images of unrequited, turbulent

love

when you ran

and i remained

i am not your muse

i am an artist

your equal

i throw down my art

in thunder bolts

of inspiration

from the heavens

above

and you may admire me

but i dare

you to use me

for your self-indulgent

stimulation

i am not your muse

i am an artist

your equal

i bring life

screaming into this world:

ten fingers

and ten toes

of sacred

holy

art

i am not your muse

i am an artist

your equal

please remember

you may fall to your knees

at the temple of creation

but you must land

in reverence

and respect

for the power 

untamed

and free

before you

and know

that this force

is not yours

is not ours

to own