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The poem of the blue man pt1

The poem of the blue man pt1

I am called the sprit walked some times

(To say this poem is true is relevant to me...  alone.)  

This poem is the truth.

My nights are wicked lonely.

Just a weird fate and a puppy dog innocence.

You might think innocence is free.

It isn't.

This night was a strange one.

I lived next to a party district when I was younger.

A lot of collage bars... Well, a lot of bars.

It's called west port (not that that matters.)

To you or me.

I personally hate alcohol...  taste like bleach to me.

But if you are lonely enough you go.

For some reason, I started warring a strange outfit.

It was all blue (I date my self here) I had some irredian parrashoot pants and a blue hospital scrub shirt.

I liked it.

I had studied martial arts for years, and I had gotten fairly good. 

I hadn't practiced in years. 

I have been a pacifist as long as I can remember. 

Death is a mystery I do not wish to solve. 

I might not like the answer. 

But I will protect what I love. 

Truth is I love to fly. 

So I was tired bored and lonely.... No crime in mind just wanted to walk around. 

At that point in my life, I would go bare foot sometimes. 

I hated going down there the smell of beer and puke ain't no aphrodisiac. 

Longing to stoke an intelligent conversation with a beauty is hard for a novice poet. 

We tend to slander our words. 

Need walked with me. 

There was a parking lot behind a small but exclusive mall. 

The drunks would throw bottles back there. 

Must have been thousands of smashed pieces of brown and clear bottles. 

Imagen the jagged topography. 

And the wicked reek. 

I sincerely hope no one tries this you will really hurt your self. 

But then I am certifiable. 

I walked it... all the way across. 

A hundred yards I guess. 

I had faith?... I think. 

I just knew I would be fine. 

I had no fear, but I was perfectly aware that if I screwed up, I was in a bad way. 

Think about it even one step should have been impossible. 

I paused in the middle and looked around... I even looked down,  yep a lot of really jagged glass... a lot. 

I wasn't afraid but there is no explanation that the laws of matter or probability could have explained. 

I called it my dojo. 

After I finished, I went to a bar. 

I had forgotten my id they didn't let me in. 

Next time I saw the parking lot, it was clean. 

I don't think I would have walked it a second time... But I might have. 

That would be stupid right? 





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