Temptation

It is almost like a temptation to resist
to resist all which is real
resist the resistance to exist
to most
it makes no sense
yet
to resist the temptation
to fall
into
a place of
non existence
the place where everything
exists
the place where everything is real
devilishing
the harsh
sounds
of existence
the sound of
rain pouring down
expounding the sounds
of love
forbidding fruit
take the bite
of rain nutrietrating
words unspelled
sorry sir
if i do not know the
meaning of every word
i only know
what exists
around
as the rain pellets down
this poetry
is quiet amazing
even to me
the common folk
of only existing
in a place of the unknown
yet i know
for i know me
it is only a place of love
growing to seek
to the unbeknowst
to experience
a better place
for you and me
not quite so selfish
as it seems
for I as one
think of all of ye
so let it rain
let it shine
to better to the rhyme
for I do not pretend to be
the artist of mystery
for I share
all which I know
which is not a place of
mystery
only the real
the real raindrops
moisturing the soil
so other things
my emerge
the flowers of tomorrow
oh what a a story
the flower holds
for I am only
the seeker
of
love
and all it entails
my words are not so
elogoquently
spoken
yet
they are of the heart
what a very good start
let the artist speak
of inspirations to spare
for I was not there
yet
I was
only
for inspiration
and yes my adoration roams
for the artist to tell
his tales