Believe in blue AKA my true form. The blue traveler torn.

by Postguied Parnell   Mar 18, 2014


I am the blue traveler.
Unraveled hues of blue preferred.
Inferred tracks untraveled keep me alive.
Keeps a heart beat inside. Not hiding.
This old meat cleaver yet to die.
I am the whirlwind spirit blessed.
Majestic by grace. I created a mess.
Troubled by time.
The sky opened up once before my eyes.
The one eyed blurred.
My blurred face learned.
The other disappeared.
The other sneered.
Adapt and conquer.
I am feared by many demons.
I am known by many dead souls.
I wrote the death scrolls and brought them to life.
Words my only weapon. Lies against the system.
Blending in begin the distance.
Trending sin to my resistance.
I am the blue traveler.
I am the bible by trade.
By night I am the merciless force that keeps the night alive by coercing the sun to stay settled.
I once shattered the moonlight, and buried its gold inside the rays pedals.
My wings not yet begun to speak.
I tweak the energy in my human soul.
I told god to take his tomb and glow, and he did.
I lie. I say I'm crazy when reality is hazy for everyone else. I put my true life on the shelf. I wait for uncertainty to numb.I fumble around the old winter shack some. The sum of forty-two is why.
A great man once told me some people think this is hell and they never deny.
I told him "oh, well. The wise will never learn for their yearning is for the earn."
Death like a disease. I once did concur with tricks of windows and doors, again, death I did conquer.
Ferrets say hollow goodbyes.
Ghosts reminisce their demise.
We all pine for something.
I just like to travel.
Never line the nothing.
lest the dust unraveled.
I have bought the key and buried the book.
I have brought the sea and caught the hook.
I have been a double negative sometimes.
A double, triple spy that always crosses the lines.
I work for no one and someone too.
I misconstrue my work for that of the devil because I've fought him on his level and I beveled back.
I fight the holy mission.
Forever in secret.
I am the blue traveler.
This can you conceive?
I have one word.
Believe.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    I love this poem!