Blue Rose Suffering
All the false promises you gave
All the rivers you were gonna save
All the children lying in their graves
Can’t hear you any more
All the love you can’t return
All the lessons you’ll never learn
Until your tattered world
Comes crashing down on you
How many dreams
From so many dreamers
Wither up and die
Can you tell where they went
When you no longer see
The sparkle in Love Song’s eyes
I was the eternal smile
You’ve stolen it away
You’ve robbed and pulled and pricked me
Till I’m full of your decay
Blue rose is suffering
Sing it gospel style
Famous spirits now join in
You walk a familiar mile
First love returns to you
And spreads her fertile wings
You find old friends
Sing old songs
And think of long gone things
I used to be a gentle soul
But your world has crushed me
I gave you all my faith and trust
But you still don’t trust me
I went to school
To learn your golden rule
But you do unto others
However you please
I loved a girl
I gave her my heart
But her commitment
Was only a tease
Blue rose suffering
Sing it gospel style
Famous spirits now join in
As you walk the familiar mile
First love returns to you
And spreads her fertile wings
You find old friends
Sing more old songs
And think of long gone things
How long you go on suffering
To heed the muse’s call
When all you need is time, you think
To get up when you fall
To write—and write—and write—and write
And write some more again
If only you had the time
To write
You know the muse would send
You know they say
If you live long enough
You’ll disprove all your beliefs
Not only the ideas
And principles you stand for
But all of the metaphors
Causing all of your grief
And all of what’s matter
In the universe
Be it light or be it dark
Means nothing
In your little scheme of things
Except the inspiration
That gives you the spark
And the time to write it
And to dream . . .
Blue rose is suffering
Sing it gospel style
Famous spirits now join in
You walk a familiar mile
First love returns to you
And spreads her fertile wings
You find old friends
Sing old songs
And think of long gone things
© C. Steven Blue
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C. Steven Blue is a Poet, publisher, producer & host of poetry events, musician, artist, multi-media performer and videographer. Steven was born in Phoenix, Arizona, but grew up in Pasadena and Hollywood, California. After a 27 year career in stage production, He and his wife retired in Eugene, Oregon, where he continues his poetic journey. Steven is a street poet, with no formal education in poetry. His poems have poured out of him since he was a boy. He won his first poetry award at age twelve.
Lovely, painful, haunting…
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Thank you Jayne!
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