Color My Crown Royalty

Poetry is a dance of words

Take my hand and Let me show you a world of verse

Profound blues and fire reds find balance at the inkling

of conjoining to nurture the cast of purple

Balance is simply versatility and duality

Like fine wine knowing when to bend the rules of fallacy

Do we choose peace or do we choose the hurtful?

If a bull saw a red herring it’d lose its gratitude to the window of the atmosphere

Anger is just fear too far down the spectrum of what we know to be clear

Inches above our aura a tincture of secrets unexpressed by oral

could make Joseph and his coat jealous of a sphinx

Not red, Not blue, Not yellow, Not pink

In the pitch of darkness naked and open heartless

Purple is the color we all reach