What's up Mr. Blue Sky!
I thought you're not okay in the eye
It's okay if you let that flow to cry
No reason for being shy
It's not good if hiding in a lie
Even it's just a fake smile
Please, don't ask me why
Cause eveyone was born to fly

not a bird in earsight,
but the wind is quite insistent

as the leaves rustle and chatter in
conversation every instant

the sky is blue, the sun elsewhere
your eyes are dry, face bare.

the clouds are few but lazy as ever!
hope to stand and watch forever,

the perfect wind that flips your hair but it's
welcome as home, the
silence that fills your head with talk.

a beautiful day!

Crave a blue yet shady sky
and a sense of calm
as you admire
the beauty of sunset

those bright brown eyes
staring at me deeply
without a word
that is difficult to express

a smile that attracted me
to smile too
and your laugh,
I'll put my life
to keep it bloom.

He's sandstone in the desert, I'm the blue sky wrapped tight around him.
I kiss him with raindrops and in return he makes flowers grow.
We are like a lion and a nightingale; nothing alike but our marriage is the truest union.

Fly high in a blue sky
Fly high in a blue sky

Find light in a beautiful cage,
I fake-smile wide
Staring through the bars,
I stare at a giant blue sky.

I find I'm shackled here
By champagne and ivory lines.
But I wish to fly,
Fly high in a blue sky.

I know that I'll be there
Someday
In some way.

Heaven glows there just for me
I see that it's my destiny!

So take flight,
Tonight,
Into the night.
When the sun comes up,
I'll be in high in a blue sky.

Through the air,
Where it's clear,
And no one's there,
When the sun comes up,
I'll be high in a blue sky.

Stars point in the way I go,
As I steer on a dark drive
Through the window I find
The darkness's almost a blue sky

I find I'm shackled here
By gravity and human life
But I wish to fly,
Fly high in a blue sky.

I know that I'll be there
Someday
I see that it's my destiny!

So take flight,
Tonight,
Into the night.
When the sun comes up,
I'll be in high in a blue sky.

Through the air,
Where it's clear,
And no one's there,
When the sun comes up,
I'll be high in a blue sky.

High in a blue sky,
High in a blue sky,
High up in a blue sky.

So take flight,
Tonight,
Into the night.
When the sun comes up,
I'll be in high in a blue sky.

Through the air,
Where it's clear,
And no one's there,
When the sun comes up,
I'll be high in a blue sky.

High in a blue sky
High in a blue sky
High in a blue sky
Oh yeah

High in a blue sky
High up in a blue sky
High in a blue sky
High up in a blue sky

i love black
and gray
and white
and cream
and navy
they're such easy colors
until I realized
that the sky before my eyes
is blue
that the natural way of things
is colorful and diverse
and that greens melt to yellows melt to oranges melt to pinks
it got me to think
how beautiful colors are when you love them all

Anger, is the steaming red on her face
refusal creates in an instance;
jealousy is foaming green
profusion of colors in motion
takes this dance for them to upward
and downward turns,
or a sudden dissolution---
an intense ****** in unison.
Even in darkness he  can see the
spasmodic ebbing waves
sleep is the banana plantation
where night wears translucent green
"nobody would see us here"
she whispers in his ears,
as if they are thieving ***,eyeing
the yellow banana she likes, to play with

Purple is the psychedelic color
smeared on horizon when
dreams repeatedly fly down
like night bats and happen
the way mind designs
we don't want to leave the scene
of the dream even when we know well
that the show for us is now over
we just want to hang around
like the dog,  in the place
it  got a juicy bone.

Yellow is the banana song
that's heard as wave after wave,
by the blind bat squadron
that roams with raw aggression,
for raids above the plantations
Unripe bananas show green fingers
to say "NO! we aren't ripe"
like coy underage virgins.

Then, they ripen, go yellow
some even bright red, inviting
who is blue here is the sky
and those bats who got
the bananas still raw green

Night decents on the banana land
as the white umbrella of sun
is snatched by the dark maiden.
Black is the bat's wing extending
and folding like lust, umbrella and the like.

He finds her shivering fingers like a serpent,
on the banana trunk slithering down,
as he dreams bats, banana, blue sky
and she slithering over him.

Reach for the blue sky;
Even when you think it's clear,
You'll run into couds.