To Evoke a Thought

Oh muse, oh muse,
Or some inspiration from divine,
Guide my hand to print praises of the finest
How can a man paint pictures through scribe?
Painting with the same colors that we do,
Yet he uses them in a different form, different shades
And hues, places thing where we dare not tread,
For it is not the normal, thoughts lay outside box.
This question of celestial existence, considered beaten and
Dead, but with a breath becomes fresh and new.
He is the artist, with a question.
He is the thinker, without a guide.
He is the logician, which answers himself.
He is the well, which dives deeper than the vastest ocean and the darkest pit.
God laughs at his words, hoping that his insight will affect the world,
Only if our minds were open,
Diseased from common logic,
Internal visions stored in lockboxes to hide the individual.
Oh muse, oh muse
Is this enough, can not the page extend so the message can be read?

© 2008 Chester Stoney III