OVERVIEW

The poem I've written is about the life of an Aristocrat who believes there is more of a purpose to life than just giving orders to maintain social status and sitting pretty on a throne every day. In the future, the poem may be extended with a second part of the narrative, in which the main character [Livius (Roman name for "blue; envious"] will realize that maybe the purpose of life was to be different rather than having to fit into society...

Bleu Blood - o4.21.2oo8

"You are an Aristocrat," they used to say, "...of noble blood and delightful fear..."
I didn't know what they meant before, so I shed not a single tear...

I was taught at home, of things and more--
But all I loved was old folklore.
I dreamt so much for times to change--
Even if that power was out of my range...

From dusk to dusk and light to light--
I sensed something just was not right...
However perfect my life seemed now,
I always wondered, "This could be, how?"

So at coming of age, I made a vow,
From that day forth, I would take a bow,
To finally step foot in the outside world--
Even when the tips of my hair, curled…

Yonder days I tried hard to fit in--
Little did I realize, it was too late to begin...
"You're a freak," they called me, and I knew not why,
Until one day, I made a sharp cry--

I looked down to see the spot that was cut,
And there was my answer, coming out of a rut.
Blue drops of rain, and puddles of mud,
Torn asunder by a thorny bud.

"Ah..." I said, inside of my head,
I knew my colors, so it couldn't be red...
There was the answer I had been looking for,
Thru many long days of useless lore...

"You are an Aristocrat," they used to say, "...of noble blood and delightful fears..."
I didn't know what they meant before, so now I shed my sorrowful tears...

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With that, a stroke of lightning then made a flash,
Of godly calling and a sublime crash—
His head lifted to view the world anew,
Serene was the scene, and it was true—

The fellow then sat beneath a knowing tree,
To which its spirit was one with thee—
He felt the ground and knew it was alive—
He felt his soul take a deep, deep dive.

He looked at everything with new eyes,
There was nothing in the world that he could despise—
For everything was beautiful and at peace,
As his body was, full of release…

He smiled and leaned back into the soft bark,
Glanced up at the sky and acknowledged its blue stark—
Then closed his eyes to take a quiet rest—
From his most recent, most inspiring test.

Within his heart, he heard a call,
From all around, from one and all—
He loved everything, and everything loved him,
Because he was one, and one within.

A carriage halted on the road ahead,
A person rushed out thinking he was dead,
But to both of their utmost surprise,
They were old friends they recognized…

“You are the Aristocrat,” he said under the shade, “of noble blood and delightful fear...”
I now know who I am, and will always love you, my father, my teacher, my dear...

*<~JAmC~>*