Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

The man still is turning the cogs.
No matter the reason or season.
If he wasn't there it would all fall apart.
Stop moving.
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Back to put my hat in the ring once again.
A man with a mission of a given submission.
Trying to craft something not so novel.
Maybe it is the only place I really truly fit in.
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The progressive movement is finally here.
Corporate Media is trying to make it disappear.
Put it on mute, put it on hold.
A neo conservative agenda.
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Chasing demons from the inside.
Come here my bride and be hypnotized.
Don't be so surprised by my darkening sunrise.
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With a dull dagger I stab at the inequality within the system.
Fair is fair.
Oh how it goes right in to despair.
A lack of standardization or any kind of relevant organization.
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There is as much a need for labour intensive jobs if not more as intellectual jobs.
And not all the jobs require the same amount education.
Without fast food workers cashiers, dishwasher, construction workers, janitors, sanitation workers, factory workers, labours of all walks of life.
This world would come to screeching halt.
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Fault is never certain till it's too late.
A hindsight stuck in probate.
'Come on now there has to be a history that lead you to believe...'
Yeah it's called intuition, for the evidence has already been destroyed.
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Here stands the very last symbol of a dusty old memory.
Still heartbroken and forgotten.
Voices that are mere whispers among a noisy background.
Just more shades of grey.
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Think you know me and the fire in my eyes?
Burning from the inside.
Questioning how to best describe...
The lonely hurt little boy that lives inside of me.
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Always one more day.
With nothing left to say.
I'm not afraid, even at the pointed end of gun.
Sometimes all we want to run.
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