Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

Another one of my masterpieces comes to me, like it was always there.
Seen through the eyes of deep seeded despair.
Out of the darkness into light.
Not so bright, sitting under this rain cloud.
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The question is can all the lost be saved, come forth repent and moving forward trying to behave.
A moral dilemma in what some us do for a living.
Does it mean we are forsaken?
Lost children to be forever abandoned.
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Writing the next chapter,
Always the next chapter.
How is it any better?
Clinging to the last bit of hope knowing it will have to due.
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We all grieve someday someway.
How was I suppose to know.
The way out, the way out, it was only for you.
Nobody following.
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A friend is all I will ever be, it is all the love I have in me.
Needs so ineffective, and inadequate.
Trying relate to a person you never met, or will meet.
A belief in that which can never be.
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I still hear the voices, don't be scared little boy, it'll be okay. Remember you've survived when your whole family died.
Wrap in a blanket, so cold and all alone.
Smoke killed them the man in the fire suit says to the cop, and just like that tragedy struck with all the rotten luck.
And you blame anyone and everyone.
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A stimulation to the mind.
A ego to crush from the inside.
The raven the swoops down and carries the prey off.
Picked apart.
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Come on take flight, ride upon the angels wings.
The spirit flies, the soul is held up so high.
I can not come down, for I don't know how I would get back up.
To this level, to this height, looking down at the stars of the night.
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So let me get this straight an 18 year old kid is facing a slew of charges, for his rap on face book that will send him for twenty years in jail.
Now even musicians can't say what they 'feel', without fear of repercussion in the united states.
How do we define fiction these days?
I mean if wrote a vague story of someplace blowing up in a elaborate set of events and circumstances could I be charged the same as him?
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I've already wrote a thousand songs.
Each one out of my head and long gone.
Trying to fit the pieces where they belong.
Searching for strength to go on.
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