Que the hue of the rain

Necessary to say

The stroke of the pen is parlay

Ancestral genes are probably light

Even in the dark they’ll feel rays

from my pain

Ink colored hue it is

in my veins

Needle extraction from an appointment

Needless to say there’s still hue in my vain

Involuntarily we can blot out the light

Yet even my flame got blue hues

That’s probably why water relate

God gave me the flame in my heart

when I am water made -

Made as man

Flowing in grace

Sometimes sometimes -

I throw out the plate

and I won’t say my grace

Graciously we’re renewed

like hues after the rain

I really love the rain,

no wonder I love my tears

The tears just rekindle my flame

In my heart

Hue Hefner

Can you really spell heart without art?

Hue is the que

It don’t matter where you start

I took a chair and placed it on the track of the triathlon

I know a curious George

Science is cool

and I’m curious

But I just can’t try a God

that has loved me and my blues

So at some point

I had to grab the clues

And by this point

I minister truth

I was made to change the world

So ,

so are you ?

So ,

So is god?

So

Some stories

They

Make you cry

The clouds grey

but they cry

The rain clear

So am I

Transparent appearance

Orange you glad your heart bears fruit

when peeled

Aren’t you glad it pulps with pride ?

Emotionally mature I am

Using thee mind to fuel our kind

The heart is red orange

The mind colors fine

Fine print should say

Rain bows thee bind