Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired...

One must give himself completely to his art and not hold back. Throw caution to the wind. Embrace the muse. Make love to your art.

We’re never alone. As soon as we step outside the campfire glow, our Muse lights on our shoulder like a butterfly. The act of courage calls for infallibly that deeper part of ourselves that supports...

I curled my lip at the sight of sizzling human hair and skin clinging to my demon flesh. Damn, I’d have given anything to be back in Boston, sipping chai tea latte.” ~ Muse, Ties...

He always thought a muse should be sex on legs.

The one thing a writer has to have is a pencil and some paper. That’s enough, so long as she knows that she and she alone is in charge of that pencil, and responsible, she...

I’m not a concept. Too many guys think I’m a concept or I complete them or I’m going to make them alive, but I’m just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own...

…at morning, I’m unruffled – I’ll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock…

A sacrifice is not about expecting God to break the bond you have with another person. You make the sacrifice on your own because God is more important than the bond.

If you schlep a shit job everyday, keep and feed a little secret life–whether it’s writing, art, running, music, your thoughts. It’s yours.

It can pay off, being a hack. Given the depraved state of American culture, a slick dude can make millions being a hack. But even if you succeed, you lose, because you’ve sold out your...

When demons call you the Mother of Destruction, sh*t gets real.” Muse.

Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water.

How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

Writing is the best anti-depressant.

…why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain …that’s why …

I guess my husband is a muse as well.

The hours spent forming a written work can make one obsessive, distracted, compulsive, and neurotic even, especially when it comes to those rare, precious occasions of streaming pure inspiration. To have a muse moment interrupted...

Sometimes there is no right thing. Sometimes wrong wins, and that’s okay. Life doesn’t have cooker-cutters for right and wrong, Ryder. There’s that messy gray area in between, and I sure hope I’m not the...

Thus far and no farther.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

Early in her career, Muse engaged her skills for technical purposes, such as document translation and schematic visualizations for government entities. She continued to write and paint poetically, in secret, using her pen name, Muse....

…you do violence with your words if you force them – art is given – the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands – call it a Muse …

Then I knew: this wasn’t just a passion I felt for my model. My feelings about him had nothing to do with how his looks inspired me; he was far more than a muse. With...

In Poems of Love and Light: The Light of The Sun…Our Breath as One, the tenor seems to have changed slightly, as the progression of Love and lovers is, in many cases (if not all)...

Laughing in my ear is a muse amused by how I paint her whims on paper with silly words.

Half demon, half human, wholly f*cked.” ~ Muse

The absence of a muse can be even more inspirational than its presence

A true leader leads for the sake of love and his knowledge of the path, a bad leader redirects his followers to the path of destruction.

some poems frothand foam and rise…out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

Muse’s creations are predominately lyrical often resulting in poetic sonnets and fairytale like art.

…you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care…

Akil, humans have these wonderful little things we like to cling onto, called souls. The jury’s still out as to whether demons have them, I sincerely doubt you do.” ~ Muse.

Unrequited love is the infinite curse of a lonely heart.

If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, “Wake up and write the book!

I’m just a wretched half-blood girl caught in a storm.”Akil tasted his wine and smiled. “Muse, you are the storm.

Ah!” said Rabbit, who never let things come to him, but always went and fetched them.

Sitting to think of what to write will only set your ass on fire, give you headache, twist your face to look stupid, instead, walk around with a blank mind and something from somewhere will...

my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.

I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my...

…If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum…

That wasn’t a compliment.”~ Muse & Akil

Lovely thoughts came flying to meet me like birds. They weren’t my thoughts. I couldn’t think anything half so exquisite. They came from somewhere.

The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first...

Get off that damn chair and pull yourself together. You’re supposed to be an ageless creature of chaos and all I’m getting right now is sulking city boy.

There’s nothing worse than being violently jerked away from creativity.

The life of a writer is directed by a mad impulsive muse, that can tell them to cancel all their storyline: a creative divergent devil.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

Nature’s my muse and it’s been my passion.

…today there are bars of light on the rug, but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private…