Mount Helicon
Home of the Muses High atop the mountain of Helicon lives the 9 Muses. The Muses are the Goddesses of the Arts. Their areas of interests include epics, lyrics, music, comedy, tragedy, dance, astronomy, historys, and hymns. Also on Mount Helicon lives the graceful flying horse, Pegasus. Orpheus, and Homer are a couple of the mortals which lived atop Helicon, they were nurtured and raised by the muses, and grew to be great artists. I dedicate these pages to Mount Helicon, the Muses, and Pegasus; for they give me much inspiration and not just in the form of poetry.
You are so strong,
yet so afraid to be wrong.
Your emotions lie deep within,
but their is no door to let anyone in.
You are not perfect, neither am I;
but go without you. I'd rather die.
It's amazing the powers that love possess.
It's amazing the power in your breast.
You hold my heart in your hands,
though, why, I don't completely understand.
My heart is very tender
& before you it is rendered,
powerless at your breath,
yet determined to give you my best.
Though it may seem weak, my dear,
it's power should be well feared.
For the power which you hold in your hands can part the waters and fold the lands.
How can something be so strong & weak;
How can something look both healthy & bleak.
For confusion follows love the most,
confusion has claimed the most hosts.
Like all others my heart is not immune to this entity
& sooner or later it was going to affect both you & me.
You were getting to trust that heart in you hand,
you were opening your heart to this power over the lands.
In my proccess of trying to please you,
in the process of keeping you safe.
I slipped up and came to bruise you
the Lord was hurt by a simple waife.
I now may seem like your only bane,
but look around, I'm not the only one to blame.
What I did was definetly wrong,
but when I did it, it wasn't this long.
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry I let you down
But, please let forgiveness take you,
I'm hurting when your this down.
I am at your mercy,
oh Lord of my lands.
Will you curse me?
My heart is in your hands.
 		Your Hands
Barren Land of Relationship Am I meant to love another,

will I ever taste the sweet wine of passion?

Does the fruit fertility have my name on it?

Can happiness ever pour over me like a roaring waterfall?

Is the promise of love just empty whispers through the trees?

I tell others there is love for all,

never have I lied for there is love for all of them.

My fire of passion has nothing to burn,

my stream of love can never grow to be a sea,

my fertile earth can never bring another's see to growth,

and my air of communication is but smog for all to be choked by.

Why must I have the knowledge and the ability to make relationships work,

but am never able to get my own brand of lovers.

Is it my ability as a healer to never be healed,

or have I never been a healer, just a mask with no true powers.

Is it my insecurities which keeps my soul mate away,

or does my soul mate refuse to accept me because of theirs.

Can my lust of the moment ever become my love of a lifetime?

Or does destiny state that the flower of love is to never grow in my

Barren Land of Relationship!

Mount Helicon (cont. 2)
page two of poetry


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