Mellifluous Murmurs

November Rain

Calling exists for reasons of one Two
Three
Four even
I am refusing the lava that urges a promise
"when I hit your skin, trust me.. It'll soothe, vanish, and you'd be good as new."
It promises cravingly
Towards and upon the dream
Sitting on the bench by the porch so wide and spacious
It lingers in wood painted in sheer white
The hue fades and crisps into pieces of sharpness
Since when does a hero die?
I always thought
That irrelevance is the key to understanding how life shoots the soul with miracles
This is your song
And this is your word
Your say
Your dance...
Perhaps your magic
Is my kingdom
And my magic is your remedy
Those little crisps of fine wood of sheer size gives me late reflexes to realization
The message is getting clearer
As I check myself on the mirror.
I slap myself
Once
And it reddened.
My face was the color of a tomato
But it wasn't that of its hue of life
The laugh's on me,
Because I believed that no words would silence codes
Or succumb into whatever you haven't seen yet.
I could sew your heart
And intentionally collect the little splotches of blood
I could pick at the bottom
And tease its edges
This has become another classic cliché to yet another poem
There are no words
But there's an invisible touch
Rather of a code of silence
A symbolic,
Allegorical,
Shame that becomes an emblem
I'm indifferent
I believe that love comes from indifference
So maybe I could provide love from my sheltered darkness
My shelter includes the following of sinister
The distinction of mythical
Because life is enchanting
Caging
Craving
Linear.. There's only one power to this equation
And one solution to one variable
One answer to one formula
But you complete the control
Of loving, living, learning
By just being you
By just your existence and presence
I could look at you all day
And say nothing but
"there are no words."
I asked them to send me an angel
One that could give me a reason to be this year
I listened to the heart that came to acknowledgement
Because it screamed so loud and throaty
If I'd want to to left, it'd stay right
I mean, where did I go wrong?
I wouldn't know how to just feel better
Without moping around this field
And wishing that burdens weren't that painful
Or if consequences weren't that difficult
I realized distance will cross us
I learned to accept silence
I tried to summon upon the verge
I craved to share a stubborn love...
I want to live with the November rain.