Thanks for the Muse - an original poem

Here I sit alone and at home
Except for the three saints with whom I roam
Curmudgeonly neighbors who live far away
And all minions who force my leave of this place
Battles, invasions, intrusions, by things
Wound, try to kill each and ev'ry day
As strive sore and tired to save more than race
Yet up rises a star light warmth it brings
Yet where is the Muse that fills me to sing

Where is that light of her beauty so bright
The dreams of inspiration, memory to write
The battles, tasks, a running gag in time
Or the efforts of God's saving efforts sublime
Not once or twice in Thrace
For I must learn my way
Like all the host with me
Each and every day
Is it different for you I wonder anew
To beg for trees to grow from a trash pile throw
Why are we in a land once filled with tree
Replaced with morons who tax the tax of Social. Security
Far more than a few left behind trap and slew

Our chances to be free, yet taunt you and me
Laugh at our disgust, We will have Liberty
Deplorable you, despicable me rise free
Oh Muse, the inspirer come and let me be
A performer upon paper, player on the page
Let me step into fiction with every last dream
My wounded heart do heal, spark creationist zeal
Eratos whose tresses adorn her crown of bejeweled gold
Let me follow thee through the chicanery of young, old
All in between sweetness whisper to me
Call out a song I remember to write happily
The enemy is faltered, knocked, broken down
Now speak of the victory in vision and sound
As we dig graves for fallen swept from surround
Their blasted essence leaves around fall trees lay
Tell us songs of heroes that stood in their way
A running gag you say, alacrity's tool
Does the Muse speak to the fool

A thing without honor the brunt of humor
Without tariff, privacy, reward, or honor
Using the meanest of implements upon spies
Droughted, published, yet cast aside
What brought the water
How did winter return
How did cisterns fill like yearned
Oh Most High, Holy Father
Whom can see
For thy glory and brightness shine ever'ly
Thy wands of wonder thine acts so pure
Please send me the Muse dress azure
With her cunning and hooking allure
Let her sink in her teeth shine ever light
To inspire and founder the end of night
Let me recall her visions and wanders
Her sub plots and characters how they meander
Her where I sit
Here's where I stand
Wright wrongs and evils
Set the crooked straight
Describe all the victory
Cast down the hate
Restore the family
Show how God leads
And teaches us all
There's no need to grieve
Only have patience
Think the best one can
End the all the rottenest
From each and every land
Watch a land's money
Become worthless in a day
Cyber thieves captured
Stopped in their tracks
All the demonic that never lasts
About transgenders I asked the other day
Yes often man declares themselves God's
Then they all pass away
God's who can't budget
Do not ever read law's bills
Pass them by votes just for the thrill
The powerful of all
Who can't think of much
Cowardly and conniving
Fear handshakes and touch
Can't speak to the people
Cast upon us debts chains
There's no Muse for poets unless they're deranged
There's never a fiction, never a heal
So it's a running gag is it
With sword, hammer, armor, bomb, and shield
On a wing say a prayer into multitudes dive
The most inspiring of all are still alive