Wednesday, September 23, 2009
blue
i was never your blue smoke
the charming swarm i thought i was
a thousand wipes to a corroded steel
a million wipes of sweat and tears
a thousand times went for naught
a million times of shame
throw away the magic lamp
its sparkling gold could
never illumine the prosaic
persistence of its blue-hued fumes
i could only be your enchanting smog
your permeating cerulean foul gas
a streak of blue blurring your eyes
the faintest cloud that still hoped he was
the magical genie for the three wishes of your life
if you ever, in a million years, looking beyond
the verdant trees, swaying with the rustling winds
lay sight in a distant,a magic mist of blue,
in its plight of consciousness takes flight
in search of a rusted aural lamp your hands threw
for a real magic dust cloud glowing white
and he is your real afterglow
the whitest beam that gives light
to your deepest bluest sorrows
in the orifice of your teeth and lips
forms words and smiles in which he shines through
your glowing cheeks that failed three wishes
could only hope to ever paint into you
in his mouth forms a grandiose parade of words
words i could ever only hope to fumble and lose
and in my most colorful display of disbelief
a help signal perched above hilltops, canopies and leaves
somewhere over green, indigo, orange,red,
where blue birds fly,in a place you hear once in a lullaby
in a distant place that i once dare dreamt
for your eyes that now shines bright lights
for a new knight that takes your sight and breathes you new life
i am your blue pollution, who once tried to give you
the spectrum of a beautiful rainbow in your front view
blue pollution now a shroud swarming outside your glass window
in search of the lamp, you once loved treasured and threw
still hoping to be the blue smoke that once believed he was true
and forever live to be the failed sideshow that you always knew
i was your putrid inept blue smoke
and he was the light you secretly hoped
from the thousand gentle wipes to a corroded steel
from the million wipes of sweat and tears
from a useless golden lamp you rub
one day, a million years ago
the charming swarm i thought i was
a thousand wipes to a corroded steel
a million wipes of sweat and tears
a thousand times went for naught
a million times of shame
throw away the magic lamp
its sparkling gold could
never illumine the prosaic
persistence of its blue-hued fumes
i could only be your enchanting smog
your permeating cerulean foul gas
a streak of blue blurring your eyes
the faintest cloud that still hoped he was
the magical genie for the three wishes of your life
if you ever, in a million years, looking beyond
the verdant trees, swaying with the rustling winds
lay sight in a distant,a magic mist of blue,
in its plight of consciousness takes flight
in search of a rusted aural lamp your hands threw
for a real magic dust cloud glowing white
and he is your real afterglow
the whitest beam that gives light
to your deepest bluest sorrows
in the orifice of your teeth and lips
forms words and smiles in which he shines through
your glowing cheeks that failed three wishes
could only hope to ever paint into you
in his mouth forms a grandiose parade of words
words i could ever only hope to fumble and lose
and in my most colorful display of disbelief
a help signal perched above hilltops, canopies and leaves
somewhere over green, indigo, orange,red,
where blue birds fly,in a place you hear once in a lullaby
in a distant place that i once dare dreamt
for your eyes that now shines bright lights
for a new knight that takes your sight and breathes you new life
i am your blue pollution, who once tried to give you
the spectrum of a beautiful rainbow in your front view
blue pollution now a shroud swarming outside your glass window
in search of the lamp, you once loved treasured and threw
still hoping to be the blue smoke that once believed he was true
and forever live to be the failed sideshow that you always knew
i was your putrid inept blue smoke
and he was the light you secretly hoped
from the thousand gentle wipes to a corroded steel
from the million wipes of sweat and tears
from a useless golden lamp you rub
one day, a million years ago
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