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"Nico Blue"



A Reflection By: Mr. Crow





Blindingly blue, falling to nevermore, song and dance to one. Blinded beauty channeling the sky blue – nico blue – it is happening again...producing...thought p'nach of glittering smiles till it becomes a part of you...in theory of chaos theory...it's me coming through me. Asleep to day, rendered oblivious to night. Eyes open – reflection in – layered of disco tech, funk disjecta. Flying through life at the speed of life, day turns to night in a downbeat, leading to that wondrous sleeping New York beat and dashingly sexy eyes – this beauty dares me to join all that is blindingly beautiful, all that channels all that is eclectic, all that is fabulous p'nach, all that is not a dream nor neuro interference. The challenge to a world party of beautiful realities, utmost desires and ambitions – high on a positive beat soaring far and above all negative sub tones... That's all I want to do – five feet under and the clock strikes 24...





I was scared at first, but then it was all I knew – not who I once was, which is who I should be... Five to the four, turn it back. I can still remember life, after all, I taught myself – few mistakes – cleared up. CPR...Cyclic Pattern Redundancy, until it becomes a part of you...Where is my nico blue? Where are my beloved girls whom I held dearest to me...who has me? Sleeping giant will awaken – waiting to emerge and dazzle all who embarks in untainted friendship, to that is blindingly blue out of nevermore, channeling through at speeds, life can only match – breaking down on that disco tech funk...Pretty fabulous I say...I reawaken soon to all that is finer in life – there I was striking a beat; carving my own groove to that soundtrack within life...





Beads of water rain down on my face – chin up high – sweetly crisp air – I smile and turn to her, she smiles sweetly to me...Unable to transmit from sub-neuro nine – static... Where did she go? I smile a glittery smile at the realization that she never was. As that, is not who smiles sweetly at me amongst the rain drops hitting my face... Asleep to day, rendered oblivious to night...I will find my nico blue. Together now, let us stand to les beau la vie and fall back to day – splashing through concrete illusions... breathe...night air in December shall cleanse...





Two feet under and the clock strikes twenty-one...I can hear that world party taunting...That's all I want to do. We are both trying to break this puzzle, it seems we are anyways, but I don't think that is what we are trying to do...but to more or less, fit the pieces correctly for that inner ego. Requiem for a thought, progressive balances of balanced and unbalanced laws of being; formulate that equilibrium of life...the equilibrium I strive for...that and my nico blue...not a dream...a seemingly distant Earth on the interior, but the exterior is clearing up...Salvation is in all that is blue, my salvation that is. I guess she could be at the world party...Asleep to day I silently observe and it all passes me by...it can be kind of scary. By now all should know what the world party is...I vow to be there in some form, hopefully I will get to host.





One foot under and the clock strikes twenty – Almost there but not quite – She smiles sweetly to me once more, her hand gently leaves mine...she blows a kiss and walks into the night and here I awaken to the twentith chime and still one floor under from all that is blindingly blue and beautifully evermore.





...I open my eyes to day and take a breath.