The Guy In Blue


THE GUY IN BLUE

Once there was a guy, he is in blue
So blue it reflects in his eyes
Through words that aren’t spoken
Such sadness I felt was true

Is it transcendental
Or ephemeral?
And poignant to know him
To search for the crowd for him

How like a bird search for its mate?
Has gone high and create
A deep longing in its soul
To discover in the end its toll

Like the dexterity of poets
They coat them with honey
Ponderously they recuperate
They hide the pain with money

What will he become?
If he stop and pause at the sight of something gray?
Instead of not stopping and pausing
And push through despite of a puzzle-like trail

The girl in pink is welcoming
There’s a spark of love in her eyes
But the guy in blue stood still
He didn’t stop her and just let her pass by in swings

When chased by another
He was bluer all over
When will he learn and extol
How much love her ageless soul can soar

Second chances we live by our bones
When are we breathing?
If we can no longer hold
A woman’s funny bone

When are we taking chances?
When the world is already cold?
When are we to realize?
Of something so sublime?
That there is nothing ever sweeter,
Than the love of a faithful heart can hold…

guy in blue
I’m okay to wait…

 

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beautsantua

-An only daughter. A mother of an 18 year old son. Passionate with so many things. A lover of life itself. First of which is to write. Then, sing (I specifically love the stage), read, cook, travel & take beautiful pictures (photography) and scrap booking, all of which are my own way of coping with life's challenges. Friends usually associate me with the color violet. I love this color so much! Though, I love pink, red, teal, orange, yellow, blue as well! Coffee is my water and my happy food is cheesecake topped w/ blueberries, yogurt, sansrival and cream puff. I mastered fettuccine carbonara because that is one of my favorite food as well, along w/ broccoli, prawns and mushrooms. Secretly, I love "Stitch" - that grinning indigo pup. =) Seriously, I dream to become a philanthropist (starting off by providing shelter to street children in our country) and a famous author someday. I'm just waiting for God's time for my first book to be published.- It took me years to decide to blog, more so to write and have it out in the open. As I used to write even when I was a teenager, and I just keep them on file. It was my outlet. Approaching the year they say where life begins, or If I may say, the sweeter life. It was a year full of emotions. As I lost my father a year before and I guess in one way or another, the unfathomable sadness prompted me to pour them out in my writings and share them to the world, hoping it might lighten the heaviness of my heart. I live now with my son and mother, as a mother and as a daughter (as a friend and a sister), this has made me be ready to finally do what I am meant to do. Even If there's a lot that I wanted to do. This came first, like a first love that occupied a special place in my heart. It's a looong process, tiring, frustrating, exciting. The best part? is the happiness it brings. Even if things around seems all so wrong. It's like having my own place under the sun. My own safe and happy rainbowed world. At times, there's guilt as well, for I strongly believe, writing (like singing) is a talent God has gifted us. We ought to use it and maximize it, in our littlest way, share it to mankind, for His glory. I just had a few distractions over the years and to realize that it is never too late to be who we ought to be, I have this very strong feeling, now is the time. All my life, I have decided on things that made me happy, this is one of those. I may never be a winner of those best blogs that have been awarded to talented writers/ bloggers and I don't mind, there are strikes of being envious, but according to my father, there are two kinds of being envy. There's envy that is so negative, it'll hamper you from doing good and there's an envy that makes you happy for them, or seeing yourself in their shoes, I think, the kind of envy in me, is the latter. Like celebrities who missed an Oscar, while the film was watched by the whole world, she/he did not mind, it's like knowing what counts best, and it's the capacity to share your talents to anyone who wants to receive it, without asking anything in return. Expressing what's in my heart and mind on every occasion (which happens to be daily) and being happy about it is like a prize already. Happy reading!(--,)

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