Thursday, October 22, 2015

Dear Rain

The melody is soft, where Lana sings. I get lost, a mellow
fever. Life is miracles, where a child is shot, thrumming
through a ghetto. She makes it home, where mother wails,
a hand full of blood. I reminisce, to touch this space,
found through souls. Grandma’s a legend, even a legacy,
kneeling in heaven. Mother tried, to mold a man, where
still a ghost. There’s a trickle, a touch of fey, streaming
through hearts. I felt it hit, a spirit’s chi, something
religious. We trek down Avalon, taking snapshots, peering
into trauma. How to live, a dying life, as joyful as pigeons?
The tides are slanted, to favor resilience, where death is
living riches. It doesn’t matter, the depth of bliss, I
return to melancholy. Is this for soul, a violet shroud, a
rose for a beating heart? It’s mountain to mountain, hiking
through gestures. It’s easy to F a day, dreaming away. “If
only this or that,” where that comes, to flood a paining
valve. I love for love, a turning clock, to strike for tulips.
We perish, to grow a soul, to tip for scales. I’m ever human,
to live through you, as cautious as artists.   
            Let it be for freedom, her tender eyes, grieving his
heart; where mother fought, nearly beat to death. I can’t
forget, to witness blows, for speaking back. I live it easy,
for something rough, afraid to confide. We did it us, to face
for demons, eight shots in. Now more illusion, to feel her
pulse, for something unreal; where love rises, to sketch a
canvas, crying her name; plus a girl, to witness life, for
much ado. I found heart, a mystic throne, to touch a
naked soul. We die with grace, walking through San Pedro,
ever for homage. I keep it silent, to touch a grave, deeply
moved; for life is beige, a bit in between, trekking through
orange lights. Oh for music, to die for depth, to ponder a
swan. I see it true, a mystic palm, reaching for souls; for
love is rich, to scrape for clouds, retrieving angels.

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