Rocky Road Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Give me a chance.
Give me just a moment of your time.
With simplest of words.
Nothing so complex.
Confession of a madman.
A lonely soul so out of control.
Riding the turbulent seas where ever they may go.
No this is not a show.
Hold the applause for the more deserving or self serving.
I just want somebody to listen on my journey down the road.
Some advice if you see me floundering.
A life jacket if you see I might be drowning.
I bare no cross.
I wear no crown.
I'm the essence of poor choices with a very poor hand dealt.
I could be on high ground if I didn't find it so morally objectionable.
Party favors so unfavored.
The rise in my heart, why is it always so angered?
A squandered passage.
What have we done?
What have we become?
The ultimate scum.
But at least I did my part in making a stand.
Not that it brought about much change.
For I am single being, and my powers are limited to my voice, my influence, my actions.
In a beat up trailer the flood waters I can already see coming.
With no where left to go.
Don't you know.
Walking among the shadows.
Pushing a lonely cart along the filthy streets.
Begging for something to eat.
Oh how we fail to see the simple choice of humility.
Honor with the utmost dignity.
How can that ever be in society based out of pure greed?
With shiny objects littered upon the ever rotten stage.
So stagnant among so many of the already too desperate.
How could I ever take from those who think they are more deserving then me.
I say just let them be.
The hands already too dirty.
No amount of water will get them clean.
I will make my own way.
Do the best with what I have been given.
No matter how petty it might seem.
I won't roll over as long I know there is someone out there to tell my story.
Tell a generation of why and how we got here.
The history must be never be forgotten.
Printed in the tomes of the everlasting.
A gem on any landscape.
The knowledge of yesterday shall lead the way.
In the chaotic storm coming maybe I might survive, but just in case I leave this to all those care to learn lesson of those living on the true bottom.
Those who a have never owned more then what they have ever made.
A true form of give and take.
A true heart break of the ashamed.
The faceless name.
Let the imagination paint my portrait among the words I speak.
For that is a reflection indeed.
And it is more then I have ever needed.
But given a chance I took it.
Now it might simply reclaimed upon the deathly hollows.
By the ever consuming swallows.
Now they have come for me.
Even my soul may never be free again.
The final good bye friends.
There can be no perfect endings.
Forever more, the paradox of opening Pandoras' door.
Eclipsed upon a beaming sun soon the ink will dry.
Still looking upward towards the unending sky in a vastness far and wide.
For in it my imagination shall never die.