Blues Relived Poem by Timothy Long

The world is blue as blue as blue as blue can be, the dreary boy of overboard, if an ocean goodbye and it all, can u feel the waves, set in motion, just your face, so cold can't you see, show me how it ends, defensless of your cry, it's alright, I can it in your eyes, the soul bring back to life in you, the angels in anthem, Is this hell? ' 'Thoughts about the past and this existience forever? ' lying what's lies underneath, the one they all left behind, don't be the devil in disguise, leaving what's behind that sick twisted smile, turn a new tide, for a new meaning in the rest of my life, I'll try, as you say can see, to change all their minds, no clear skies, all those hours... All that time, do all the things I shoulve done, 'To all the possiblites, Even wondrous pleasures.' let the world overwhelm him with peace and pleasure. Much more masculine I wish, everything that freaks me out, arnt we all just slaves, wish untill u make it a reality,   life is a passing circus, life is a sad fun, sitting in deaths shadow, to bad I'm going to die alone, to bad i got no love of own, like the lost boys of old, through the dust it settled, of the wind it peddled, the horrors of the light shine my darkness through, of that thought, on the contrary, we all want to die, U light up my world on this dreary day, the heart like a splendor given out till the last crumb, good you deserve it to be, your day, should be way better than mine, the silver more than green as it seems, the silver light attracts like no other, in the end a cycle repeated ever onwards.