Blue

I guess, historically blue had been a fictitious color.  The sky, the seas, the penitent hair color.  Whatever.  It was taught to myself that blue was a sign of intense sorrow and benign feelings.  Null, perhaps.  


It was with with regret that I could have been penitently sad for around 48 hours.  It was a loss of conscious awareness for that time period.  There was not a lark in the sky or dove in the cooler.  I was metaphorically hunting and that lark was still shimming and the cooler full of dove breast, non existent.  Perhaps, extant.  Perhaps, extinct.  


I guess, historically blue had been a fictitious color.  The sky opened up and it was not a. GOD, but a loud cloud.  With imminent pretense and false positives; life trudged forward.  At this point…what did it matter…60,000 doves over Argentina and zero dove over my malarkey head…what did it matter? 


The final eye was blue.  The final two eyes were blue.  Thats me.  The weather that came out was not water at all.  I had set a gate or two…I was essentially protected for all things, but that which stirred my soul.  This stirred my soul and that was that.  I had been thinking of what to write about…so I, in my most reticent opinion decided to go entirely solo…but, but, but at what cost.  Perhaps, exclamations and perhaps even larger components of a definitive question mark.  


I guess, historically blue had been a sad color.  Beauty and the holder of time and space was inconsequential.  


With small regards it had not been that long…04/29/2015…with even smaller regards it was a seemingly a race for the future.  


I am deeply saddened.  


I am the s in scorn and scowl alike.  


I am the p in persevere.  


I am blue.


I am not as blue as I was…I failed 5.  I filled the 5 families and failed the 5 families.  


There was descent and the descent was in a clear world.  


It was said by me that “ Hello, my name is ______ and my favorite color is clear… ”.  It was retorted by the taker that “ You have two two dads and a chemistry set ”.  Dunno..


Here I sit.  


Significance?  The significance was all blue and that hurt.  I desperately wanted to make love and art and what not.  Out the window and out the way; I began to halt and seek and rectify.  


Significance?  The significance was that all skies were blue and all the world was blue…it was about a rock and yet, no roll.  


To exclaim that life was over was pertinent, yet, not correct…


Here is “ Blue ”…