The Yellows

I’m sick and tired of everybody having the blues.

The weary blues, the lovesick blues,

The downhearted, down in the dumps, down and out kind of blues.

But not today.

Today I have the yellows,

The unstoppable, all powerful, happy-go-lucky yellows,

Like go bananas yellows,

The “We All Live in a Yellow Submarine” grinning kind of yellows.

So I yellow with the audacity of someone so happy I may actually be

Invincible.

Woke up in a lemon tree feeling fresh,

Citrusy sensations bringing zest to my flesh.

Alive

Revitalized

When life gives you lemons you make lemonade.

I hold that one thought in my head and obey.

Why wade through a past of unchangeable moments?

For this moment is a many hued affair.

It’s electric.

Go ahead.

Choose its hue if you dare.

This moment’s so hot you could fry an egg.

So I crack it open,

Let its yoke run through my head.

There is a reason it is called a golden opportunity.

And I must be butter because I’m on a roll.

Fluorescent

Iridescent

Don’t wear sunblock on your soul.

Life is sensory.

Yet, senselessly we forget to take it all in.

So today I’m tapping into enhanced senses, basking in the

Sun stain.

Don’t need HD when you’ve got your brain.

Bright light scrawls graffiti on eyelids.

Dappled messages

An earthshine infused illusion that I did.

My energy flows like

fireflies on the toes of a

songbird that hits the

High highs and

Low lows.

Skating on moonbeams as I dive into my own

Stream of consciousness.

So much of what we do is unconscious.

But not today.

Today I have the yellows,

The unstoppable, all powerful, happy-go-lucky yellows.

Like go bananas yellows,

The “We All Live in a Yellow Submarine” grinning kind of yellows.

So today I’ll decide what to be

Consciously

Let me be a dandelion, petals to the sun

Or a dandy lion, mane as big as they come

Or the sand you lie in.

Time stops for no one.

Let me be a golden autumn leaf, rustling in the wind.

When it's time I’ll fall off,

Drift down into new things,

Changing on the tips of each year’s

Fresh wings.

Let me be the honey of a humble bumble bee,

Sweet curiosity seeping through me.

Let me be sun hitting raindrops casts

Rainbows.

Skies smile meeting skies tears.

Nature's kaleidoscope

Life has many shades.

Let me the canary in my own mind’s mine.

Let me be a candle in the dark.

I’ll handle my own spark.

And each night I’ll embark on a

New journey.

Dreams are just

Reality remixed.

And you know what they say,

It’s better to burn out than just fade away.

Why assimilate when you can

Incinerate

So let me be the sunset,

Blazing fiery,

Flashy

So electrifying I forget the shadows in my past

And let me be the sunrise,

As I wake to make my future of the colors that I cast.