Little boy blue, grew up in a world when all
his nightmares some call it dreams came through, a different story of a different
type of blue not the shade of the sky or the sea, no, it’s the colour your face
turns when they decide to electrocute
you, feeling electric I bet that you do, but I was thinking of the witness
faces and the screams of yes we do, as they wheeled him into the chamber of
death, so they could see it clear as day as the man boy went blue. It began
awhile ago a child he was only six, saw his mother beaten close to death and
boy was she black and blue, his daddy was a mixed up man you see and had no
regard for emotion or a use for them, and when things got too close for his
emotions to deal with he reached out at who was bitchin cause he didn’t know
what else to do. Afraid to let his emotions go no where for his love to sow he
became entangled with who would lead him and became wild you see, and as he got
older his type of love wasn’t normal for he never knew what love was meant to
be, and like his dad before him he beat his woman black and through, and this
pattern of life became normal till he became homeless you see. Like so many
among us his longing for love had no resting place only leaving him with fear,
and as things got worse for him so did his habit of company. I was watching the
TV, and that’s the end of the story, I don’t like detail, how many sex partners
did she have, read the details get excited at the same time, perhaps you can
add it to your bedroom role play, I prefer to write what’s real. Just to say we
could all be a little boy blue. Time we found sympathy and acted that way
sometimes, you don’t need a terror disaster to wake you up and feel human I hope
you all agree, well do something about it, before your time is up, the Lord All
mighty will with certainty one day make you account for all those little boy
blues. Hit her again man, she’s your woman, meant to say, play it again sam but
that was just a movie, it’s me me me me me me, whose that on the phone, someone
for me of course, get it!, it’s 222 important to ignore all those little boy
blues.
Being may day, is it a call for help or is
it a day of joy, but does anyone remember the horrible events of the last week
or so, I guess another atrocity will happen soon and so we can ignore all the
others you see. I think I’ll start a NEW CHARITY, You’ll all turn up at the
memorials AT the remembrance day, party and smile hug and say what’s worthwhile
before you vanish and go your ways JUST LIKE STARS THAT FADE AWAY, till the
next may day event while forgetting the blood spilled the innocence killed like
it just happens that way, and it’s been like this for years. Mayday symphony or
mayday sympathy denial is not a river in Egypt, it’s a condition of the human
race, and it’s played itself full distance, don’t look over there, keep your
eyes closed, do you always have to look at those poor people, there is
something pretty on the babe station. The things we think of are killing us
all, and we are doing it ourselves, most just hope death comes easily, with no
pain no heaven no hell, well I don’t think your going to get your wish, as I’ve
seen the other side as well, mayday mayday, anyone human out there!.
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