Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

Fire in the eyes.
A mind adsorbed in things, that are lost to space and time.
A day dream that isn't really a dream at all.
Absent of both fear or joy.
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A mere possession.
Locked up a body with slavery does bind.
Mashing ones soul, you say he can't be.
No control of the bleeding desire.
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Ripping the wings off the butterfly.
Now tell me, how is it suppose to survive?
Motions so slow.
The breath is fading.
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Vision through a crystal ball becomes a past tense.
A child witness bare and to become a man of arms.
Lead if you dare, with wealth comes despair.
Waking up from the nightmares and atrocities unwarranted.
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How do we dictate whether there is a time and place for death?
A guided fate as some would say.
A mistake not of your choosing does that make it wrong?
When a doctor or paramedic fails to keep someone alive.
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Rise up, rise up.
Are you even listening?
Stand up, stand up.
Is there something missing?
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Giants come visit me tonight.
The sleepless march forthright.
An empty mind, and an empty scope of sight.
A dinning on the blood of kings.
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Castle with grey slate walls.
Come down when the poet calls.
A wind driven magic of unheard words and truths.
A solicitation of metaphors large and tall.
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Carrying the torch.
Lighting the way.
Crawling on the floor.
Escaping or entering the darkness?
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No shame in it.
Wanting to ease her pain.
Dying not to go insane.
A laughter to rise up and burn away.
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