Blue is for fools
Blue is for dreamers
The wind blows
the sky’s rage
The sky without its cage
Breathing light
Bright blue
Sky blue
Blue is ugly too
Feeling blue
Down, I’m depressed
A bottle of pale blue pills can attest
That stress gets the best of my imaginary sex
I cant sketch a life
With a blue ink pen
Without an eraser
Only I planned to be good
Please merciful Maker
Baby blue all the time
My happiness and heaviness
I’m crisp and refreshing
I’m bloated and bruised
Drowned in a river
Prideful too
Pacific blue
Now that sets my mind at ease
Dreaming of oceans and seas
A hammock on a yacht
Blue iced curaçao in Belize
But my life
Varicose veins and vampire skin
Blue lips are dead lips
The wages of sin
Navy blue sugarplums
my sweet fruit
Turned bloody on the ground
Overripe, rotten
Distilled and fermented
Where I used to be sound
Yet the biggest color of all time!
Owning the sky itself
Paying tithes to my blue eyes
In soft blue steel I receive
the vast majority
of my wealth
Mine eyes and heart invested
Also in oceans
Rivers
And seas
Spring fed ponds
And mountain streams
Fact
An azure lazy river surrounds
The slate-stone mansion
Of my dreams
May God weave this bruised reed
Weave a tapestry that is set free
A soaring firmament
Only I’m lucky-breathing in deed
As millions of blue-white stars
Slice through the night
Through this black heart
Like a knife
I tell you BLUE
Is the epic color
Of my life
About the Creator
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