The 3rd World Rocker

The Java Mamma’s Monthly Challenge, January 2009

I truly do not believe
That the sun melts into the sea
Otherwise the water would be boiling me
Slowly evaporating your memory

Instead I stand here
Staring at the cold water blinking at me
Through waves of shimmering light coming from somewhere
That I do not belong though I see everything except who’s calling my name.
Who, is calling my name? is it you
Who, is calling my name?

I have now decipher your flying pattern
Into a lock of hurting words
Even though my feathers ache from angrily shaking
I still extend my branch of love to you

As I stand here
Staring at the cold water blinking at me
Through waves of shimmering light coming from somewhere
That I do not belong though I see everything except who’s calling my name.
Who, is calling my name? is it you
Who, is calling my name?

Still I stand here
Looking at the cold water blaming at me
Through your waves of shimmering lies coming from your stare
Where I am always wrong still I can’t see anything
Except You.

-I can’t blame you if you never answer
as you read my note of plea
-Written in all the tongues I’ve kissed you with
as proof of my sincerity
-I have never unlocked my emotions
in fear you might see
-The imperfections of my thoughts
so I sobbed as you watched me flee.

-I can’t blame you if you never answer
as I call out your name
-My voice’s selfish frequency
clearly un-hides my blame
-I shouldn’t have let go of your heart
as you drowned in my pain
-But I’ve crumbled now, weathered and lonely
under planets of my own shame.

-I can’t blame you if you never answer
as I slam at your door
-Because I have so foolishly
left you at my Baltimore’s shore
-I could never ask for
your forgiveness once more
-But I wish only to be with your laughter
because your laughter heals my hurting soul.

I have lost feeling on my fingers.
For they no longer stroke your golden hair away from your beautiful face.
So I can silently swoon over your angelity.

I have lost the words to speak.
Since I can no longer use them to describe your loveliness to the rest of the world.
Claiming you as mine alone, rooted in my everyday reality.

I have lost the muse to sing.
Ever since your manifestation of my inspiration has slowly dissolved away.
Like sugar kisses in waters of passion and tranquility.

I have gained a planet’s worth of proof.
That loving an angel is possible, and worth the lose.
Even if the price is my sanity.

[Friday:9/5/08]