#azure
Blue rose, Azure rose
What more do you seek?
You've set me free
You've rid my life
Of these impossibilities
No one's ever seen a blooming blue rose
But you have bloomed for me
Does that mean
That in a dream
You look just like me?
Because out of the whole world
I'm the only one
Who has seen a blue rose bloom
My heart beats anew
Filled with your deep blue hue
I guess I am impossible
A blue rose like you
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
I owe it all——
to the words unspoken
to the flow unseen
to the poet-insanity uncomposed
to the tunes unhummed.
On the way.
Azure thee afloat
Drizzles, alluded not
Absurd me adrift
Dreams, awaked not
Ahold see alight
Drowners, ached not.
In the way.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
De ces journées ternes où le ciel plat et infini
Plafonne sur nos vies, cantonnant nos humeurs,
Se dresse parfois un luisant et pâle trait à l'horizon,
Vaine rumeur lointaine d'avenirs moins sombres;
Mais à en fixer le contraste, cette strate nous surplombant
Se métamorphosera lentement en vierge ciel,
Clair comme l'azure de ces lentes et chaudes journées,
Et cette ligne lointaine, un rassurant paysage éloigné.
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 8:33 PM UTC
A hiss of the moon tucking
into just a pair of lock
let alone in pavilion-tresses
on the back of one's eternal silence.
Giving autumn shadows
to seven skies' azure.
What now the stars are gone
followed in their countless galore!
Eyes of the buds ope
dreaming nightingale
hops up to the morning rose
singing in what a balmy fold.
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 11:15 PM UTC
The first time you opened up to me
it was through your endless,
sapphire eyes.
Before that glance, I was
sure you weren't interested.
After that glance, I found
a new room built in my heart.
A room decorated in the deep,
ocean blue of your eyes.
Since that first glance
I’ve found myself searching,
craving, your thoughts.
So far I’ve found these three
things in your eyes.
Our first glance I saw a shy,
demure woman but,
one who finds interests in the
small forgotten places, the mysteries.
A woman who wishes few people
to see the jewels she hides inside.
A woman who lets her gaze slide,
not wanting contact--
but asking for connections,
Daring others to
knowingly take a leap
Into boundless azure eyes
that scry a magnanimous
future shrouded in lashes.
I want to call out!
"I see you. I see your true face,
individualistic and beautiful."
I recognize pieces of you and I
answer your call with pieces of
myself.
Our second glance was
the ocean at night
under a full Moon--
bright with emotion and lust.
You, an Aphrodite of the sea,
your body covered in
seafoam and pearls.
You, An Erato whose story
holds men and women
enraptured.
You reach out through those
bedazzling eyes with endearment,
and a promise of such ecstasy
as to turn Ovid's quill from his paper.
I find myself overcome with the
want to dive into your azure oceans,
to steal that treasure in your depths
For myself.
Our last glace was infinity--
the intensity of the sun at its zenith.
You, an Artemis, bow drawn,
Breast exposed, in the heat of the hunt.
Your protections triggered, your eyes
alight-- their color that of the dawning
Sky, cloudless, at the vernal equinox.
Pride and confidence, strength
and courage, well up and come to bear
against an ill-prepared stygian force
who has not an inkling of its
Thrull fate.
I want to know all the pieces of you.
I want to explore your substance.
I want to lie, entwined, naked, within you
and encompassed by you--
holding your gaze searching
into each other. Our bodies rocking,
sweaty--souls dowsing each other
finding pieces that fit and speaking
without words.
I want to know...
I want you...
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
maybe, i don't fit in
maybe i don't belong
this place hasn't been right for me
since everything went wrong
i walk, the lonely nights
i search for something deep inside of me
but i find nothing,
nothing but blue
i feel blue
always, forever blue
the days are lonely,
the nights are cold
but i will always be blue
as i walk along the busy streets
and the lights of this city
i begin to think, its not worth it
i dont matter, not one bit
i walk, the lonely streets
i search for something deep inside of me
but i find nothing,
nothing but you
i feel blue
always, forever blue
the days are lonely,
the midnights are cold
but i will always be blue
when did it begin?
when does it end?
when will i be happy again?
always blue
forever sad
i am nothing
i feel blue
always, forever blue
the days are lonely,
the nights are cold
but i will always be blue
im just blue
never happy
never smiling
just blue,
so blue
only blue
i am very blue
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
silhouetted form were painted
on the sky's azure backdrop
of leafless winter branches
naked in foliage
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
life’s expanse is hard
only better in your path’s eagle height
understand this before the world began reward
what you do, as he said, done well
silhouetted smoke, sadness, silvery time, sagacious
music is the holiday
oozing into this side of paradise
beautiful like a moon out in day
lives fast like birds as free as you over the sky
music is the religion
just leaving town for now
what do you have playing
takes your soul riding
even through the night
on freeways through gilded hills, until now
raceling traveling to my coastal world, edge and heights
song lonely, giving bliss
seeping from the other side of heaven’s doors
dreamy like dawn’s first lights for
lives fast horses bronze racing as fast as they always could
dressed in true worship
festivities, this is purely living
dreamy and propitious
blessed with a slightly sullen glow
don’t belong here no more than he
chance at pure light in each spin around the garden
play and design life today, Lord knows the time we have awake
I’m a soul eternal, living vigil of the
gentle diamonds falling summer,
horse country sunset wonder
when I get back in from all, azure skies like a billion stars
these days will seem strangely far away but you’ll love me all the same
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
A Dragonfly once flew up
on its whispery wings
to the azure sky
that caught in the emptiness of time
after a crazy rainstorm disillusioned it,
to greet the Sun
peeking through scraps of ebony clouds.
A euphoric Sun mixed gold dust
to an ethereal orange on its palette, and
blew the sibyllic mist on the giggly,
gossamer wings of the Dragonfly.
And lo, tiny sparkling rainbow drops
started dancing
on the dreaming consciousness of the
rain-wet earth!
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
The Tiny Bird flies in the Blue Sky
The Ocean mirrors the Blue of the Sky
The Deep Azure is Heaven's Ocean
In the Blue of the Sky, Heaven's Tears lie
In the Tears of Heaven, the little Bird flies
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Roaming into a scarlet galaxy
Neptunus whales flying above
The elder fates their riders are
Approaching near an eerie gleam
Enormous stalactites shimmering azure
Its core lies into my unconscious ocean
Colored universal textiles mingled
Rays connecting the pillars
A way for the planets to touch each other
Transcendental energies our pavillion
Your sigh resonates into the other side
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
She's this insatiable urge
gaining on me,
like a herd of horses
galloping in the treachery of the wild,
their muscles brushed to a shine
rippling down their calves
to embrace the ground
beneath their ironed hooves
shaking it up, tormenting its calm,
whipping up tremors
that know no chains and travel far.
When she's around
dust and sweat break free
with muscles aching in symphony
the heart is all worked up
like a boiler room in heat
pummeling all of its adrenaline
in one fleeting indulgence
which the universe with all its hatcheries
is itching to contain
before the raging tides in
and floods my world.
She's the elusive horizon
used to passionate chases
and the sly azure lunging at it
for one sweet glimpse of the cleavage where it conjoins with the earth
looking for Elysium that never is.
Ah! But that is what it is
for the tamed to think of love
is an impossibility
for it grows in the wild
separated by a hundred chasms
and a million mazes
waiting for a fool to cross over.
When she isn't around
the rumpled sheets tell our story
for it has seen the storms
that raged in the cavernous nights
and filled up balmy noons
with the savagery of love
still crackling like embers of fire
which have seen better days,
and, light up still, with a death wish
to tell of our smouldering lives
that thrived in spasms of our last breath.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
Waving my tattered coat among
the waves of anger that floods
past me.
I surrendered before this even began.
homeless lullabies filtered though
my sleep the screams and echoes of
a singular piece of lead silencing others.
But the azure bleed cerise on the pavement.
Taking identities of fallen heroes,
never questioning but shaded beyond morals.
A tide was crashing upon the pavement of
society.
There didn't seem to be a life of Black & White.
but the fact that I seemed to be less
of worth than others pigment.
I held my tattered coat visible to those who
where dressed as if for war.
I was the first causality of the night,
hands up in surrender
But as bleed on the floor I thought
"Why me"
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
between
the pages
of books
you reveal
yourself
in the
soft dusty
pigment
of a
butterfly
wing
- azure blue
like the
summer days
we spent
together
chasing our
laughter
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
an azure hue
presides over our bush patch
an azure hue
such an imposing shade of blue
brilliant the colour in dispatch
of its resplendence there's no match
an azure hue
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Life was going slower than a penny rolling across the floor.
In a palace glazed with porcelain--
pools of azure and gold--
And a prince far too young for the throne.
Yes, life was going slower than a penny rolling across the floor...
(9.13.14)
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
breaking blue hue
presides o'er the bush to-day
breaking blue hue
all plots of azure retinue
adorning brightly in array
a perfect color to display
breaking blue hue
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
during the day large cloud bands
have drifted slowly toward
azure colored ranges
beyond our village
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Frost makes its way from beyond the azure blue,
snow falls as fast as it will please,
passing through a cold winter breeze.
The clouds shift to a form the world anew,
never learning how to fly,
white sparkles float down from the sky.
I stare at the night sphere to search for what is true,
pure ice shows how a person can be,
as the winds wail in currents freely as the sea.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
sunshine bursts forth
to brighten the day,
the wind has blown
all the clouds away
leaving azure skies
in place of dark grey
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Waxing Eloquent: Life, Death, and Everything in Between
Sessions:
I: Birth of a Song
II: Experience of All
III: Loving and Longing
IV: Life
V: Adventures at the Edge
VI: Transition
VII: What Comes After
VIII: Another Brick in the Wall
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil,
Death closes all: But something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done.
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: The slow moon climbs: the Deep
Moans round with many voices, Come my Friend!
I:
I beat away several pounds of unneeded and unwanted flora. The brush was becoming increasingly thick. Sad, but I had no choice. The fruit that had sustained me had shriveled, disappeared! My choices were few. Either stay in the oasis where now only water remained, or take my chances with whatever lay beyond, outside of my paradise.
How loathe I was to leave the oasis!
I looked around, distraught with my efforts. It was getting hotter and hotter. It was sweltering outside, and it felt as if my entire body was being compressed and beaten down by the heat. The cool breeze and the rippling water were far behind me now. The jungle held no care. I pushed on.
The path narrowed. I tried several times to push my way forward, but something held me back. The jungle tried to stop me but I continued pushing the greenery away. I could feel it! There was a clearing up ahead. I can even see it now!
But it was so far away! I couldn’t go on… there was no relief, the jungle was relentless!
But with a sudden, final, desperate heave, I was through!
What is this? The entire land is white! I squint and peer a bit harder; The world comes into focus.
……
Dear God,
The Beauty!
II:
The top of the mountain is a lonely place. Overlooking the crystal peaks from my frozen sanctuary, it’s as if everything seems like nothing really matters. The problems of the earth are no longer my concern. I must be content with being the watcher. I have no true power however; no true reason for my haughty airs. It is simply an illusion granted by the monolith.
The cold is near unbearable. The skies don’t show it though. There is no sign of all the freezing rain, and all the snow that lies below. All that exists is a single moment of perfect clarity and reflection, untainted by anything.
The sun hangs at the lower edge of the eastern sky, partially obscured by the crystal peaks. Such power! Even the sun cannot move them, Its rays blocked by their forms. A lightshow emerges, terrific hues play over the scene, giving the entire skyscape a pastel aura; Orange near the horizon, and red, then purple, and finally a dark, dark blue as the sky reveals itself. A single bold star defies the sun, refusing to give up it’s light just yet. The moon is the stars consort, and they stand together in inevitable rebellion.
It is a time of compromise however; The sun and the moon can coexist. They agree for that a few moments, they can share the sky. The harmony remains unbroken for the moment.
Poetry? Prose? No. It is simply an experience. A discovery for the curious and bold; The ones of wit and cunning. The sun paints no picture, there is no armistice in the heavens. The sun and the moon hold no compacts, and I?
I start back down the mountain.
III.
A winter’s day came through with eyes for me,
And it gave to my person a lovely gift,
One of sweet charm and a passionate wit
Who would come with me to the Azure Sea.
True, unworthy I was of her, indeed-
But even her longing look was a lift!-
Given to me by one of perfect lips,
And a stout heart beside her perfumed breeze.
Her smile would give Queen Helen envy,
And her gaze could melt a man’s icy heart,
Her laugh would give pleasure never-ending,
And a frown could give a titan a start.
I simply cannot be without this light,
And I will fight forever for the right.
Will you join me for forever, and go to the Azure Sea together?
IV.
The man looked over the edge of the cliff, contemplating his fate. Thoughts raged through his mind; the doom at the bottom of the ravine, the loss of his Lady, the end of the world. Well, his world at least.
It was a terribly folly he had made the autumn day, as the leaves were burning. After everything he had done, seeing the Cascading Falls, watching the Pandorian Sunrise, climbing Mount Gaze, it was as if everything was a dream. Could his misfortune be real? Surely there was no such injustice in this world! No kind God would allow such things to occur. She didn’t deserve such a fate that befell her! The Azure Sea would have to wait, there was no reason for him to pursue it any longer.
He threw her ruby brooch off of the cliff.
“I am only a man! Do I deserve no sympathy?” The wind wailed, but not for him.
He stepped over the edge of the abyss.
........
“Wake up! You shouldn’t have drunk so much!” The man lifted his head slightly off the table to meet his wife’s gaze. Looking into her eyes, even through his alcohol-induced delirium he could see the loving look in her eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek.
“Love, you’ll never lose me. I may go away, but in the end….” He looked at her.
“Nothing but nothing could keep us apart. Let’s get ready, our ship leaves soon. The Azure Sea waits.” The man grinned, and he sat up. Together they exited the inn’s bar.
.........
The world will never wait for those who tread it’s path slowly, for those the Azure Sea is the end. The ones who travel the Sea have had their fill of the surface life and seek to forge a new path into the great unknown, unrestricted by the laws of the world. They seek something, something out there in its waves.
The story goes that people who travel the Azure Sea must relive every moment of their life, and at the end, they will realize the truth; The reason for their existence.
And so, Life continues, and the Azure Sea will reveal all. The ship awaits, and forever will not be left alone.
V.
Bronzed waves reconcile with my bow.
Liars, they rescind and form a new front.
Doldrums are occurring now,
Foretelling travel for at least another month.
The season? I cannot truly know,
However the sea holds no such compunction.
Unforgivingly my ship is lashed with rain and snow,
And I clear it, only to find another junction.
Where? Where am I headed?
You ask - Well I can honestly say:
My purpose is to go where even God hasn’t tread,
And find my unknown self along the way.
The destination, Good Lady! Is the end of the world-
The base of the endless falls.
To find the step where Cerebrus lays curled,
To hear the trumpet echo in the Great Hall.
Hark! Over the horizon is the end!
Haste! We’re almost finished with the Azure Sea!
Keep tight! We’re almost of the great bend,
The amber light has ended, now arrives the Eve!
A hall of divinity promises a hallowed tryst,
I.. I can finally see!
Friend, I am truly sorry for this,
But I cannot let forever be.
VI.
Blazing stars will give
Themselves to a heart’s lone aria
Shining with crystal.
VII.
Pastels flow and curve in all directions, rivers
filled
With….
Wondrous!
Creeping - slowly now, over the hill….
What is this! The converse of love-
Blasted landscape, cross the line-
Involved with an eternal struggle?
Absurd!
Beauty and the Beast, An obvious choice!
But why does the light feel so cold
And the dark just the same?
A disguise to hide the truth!
A trick for those uninformed!
A world for the ignorant,
I won’t stay here-
I won’t!
Love! --…
Back to the sand, Back to nowhere land I go…
Salvation was in a single grain of sand,
The end a mist-cover rift.
(I cannot live by omnipotent hand)
I will gladly return to no-where land,
If it means I won’t accept the gift.
Angels, do you hear me?
VII.
The woman sits on the boat, her husband in her arms. Waves beat against the side of the boat, and the night sky shrouds everything. Land is just ahead of her, at most a day away.
The other end of the Azure Sea.
She cradles her husbands head and holds him close. Tears stream out of her eyes and she thinks of all the things that they went through together. Sharp pain racks her, and she sobs even more.
She looks up into the sky, her eyes blurred by her tears. She sees something….something streaming through the sky. She rubs her face and gets a better look.
A series of stars arrange themselves into glowing arches, a single ray of light dividing them. They glow with the magnificence of the divine, a chorus for the ages. Then, suddenly, the image explodes into a series of shooting stars, sending a shower of brilliant luminescence everywhere, and revealing the new sunrise. The light illuminates her husband’s face, showing the smile that she couldn’t have seen in the darkness.
“Love, did you find what you were looking for?” She asks softly.
She already knew the answer and the world faded-
Just another brick in the wall.
-
‘Tis not to late to seek a newer world!
Push off, and being well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, Until I die.
Tennyson, Ulysses
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC