Paint Me Blue

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This is my latest poetic submission to myLot (and the first visit back in a while). I've been here before, but I contributed my previous pieces via an account that was tampered with/suspended by some liberal-hating hack. But enough of that. Here's the piece: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paint Me Blue Paint me blue! I don't me some contrived, cool and creamy calm composed to quell loquacious psyches' sappy compulsion! I don't mean no half-assed, think fast 'cause you ain't gonna last, your time has passed, you been out-classed revulsion! Paint me blue! I'm talkin' about that fresh and frigid, roaringly rigid and lung-clearing bridge between living and dying! I mean such an absolute zero-nearing, either you're God-fearing or you find death endearing, or maybe your doubt's disappearing deepest dark before dawn that flows and swells, spacious and mighty! YES! Paint me blue! I dont want some cocky crimson, flimsy whimsy, feigning some waxing and waning for weary want of choice and screaming "Look at me!". I will not be a washed up and wayward wanna-be who cannot see beyond the tree. I don't need an audience. I need a voice! Paint me blue! Tattoo my skin, yes, but in that artist's muse I do refuse the merely shallow boarding of wanter's wagon. If I'm a canvas, then let it be so but not of posturing, NO! You use this chance to embrace and enhance the truth to be told by metaphor's AND literal's dance! Paint me blue! I don't mean no quiet and cool placater's tool designed to calm the savage beast. I won't hear "obey the rules" from feckless fools inclined and disposed and plain ol' tempted to sedate seditious sentiment out of man's original sin of terror, that is, that his own nature will be found out! Paint me blue! No clunky cliche' for some "true blue" segue which begs to bestow a hypocritical oath that, with tongue firmly in cheek, still harbors a Freudian green of he who can do no harm despite bearing no serious clout. Paint me blue! Give me the deepest and truest that is passion's bluest reward for the guts to taste and touch and feel what all is up to and past hypothetical borders. I have but one life to live, and live it I shall! These are *MY* marching orders! PAINT ME BLUE!!!